"That's it, girl!" Dracula Stone exclaimed with a satisfied smile. "You've grown stronger."

"Thanks, Daddy!" Emma beamed with gratitude.

"Sorry to interrupt, Lord of Darkness," a supernatural figure interjected, catching Dracula Stone off guard during his training session with his daughter. "Your attention is needed at the council chamber."

Little Emma was poised to follow her father, but Liliana intervened. "Stay with your sister," Dracula instructed. "I'll be back. Make sure you keep each other company."

"Don't worry, Dad! I'll take good care of my younger sister," Liliana assured with a mischievous grin.

As Dracula Stone left for pressing matters, the two sisters delved into their training. "Do you think it's about the... you know... I...M..PER...ISH...ABLES?" Emma cautiously inquired.

"Nah, I don't think so. And even if it is, Dad's gonna handle them with the supernaturals," Liliana confidently stated. "Don't worry, sister. I'll always be there to protect you, no matter what." They shared a reassuring smile, sealing their bond with a heartfelt hug.

After the training session with Liliana, they retreated to their rooms. However, Emma stumbled upon a peephole in the council chamber and inadvertently overheard their discussions. The council appeared deeply troubled, their concern echoing for the safety of mortals.

"Emma!" Liliana whispered urgently, noticing her sister's absence. "We need to go up; please come, sister."

Emma hesitated, grappling with the discomfort of what she had overheard. After a few moments, she decided to follow Liliana up the stairs to their room. Later that night, as they lay on their beds, Emma felt an inner turmoil, having overheard unsettling discussions.

In her restless state, Emma couldn't resist the urge to sneak out unnoticed by Liliana. She headed straight to the peephole she had discovered earlier, eavesdropping on the council's deliberations. Her name surfaced repeatedly in their conversations.

"It's time," declared Isaac Jacobs. "Helen and I have done our part, and so has the Wise..."

"She's not yet ready for that. My Emma is too young, and she has a lot to learn before she's ready to put her life on the line for anyone," Dracula voiced his concern.

"But since we're unable to locate the last descendants of Michael, Emma is the chosen one to take his place, especially after you being the alpha. Her abilities surpass even yours, Dracula. You, of all people, know that her responsibilities are immense, and the fate of the colony rests upon her shoulders. She's the first and the last being created in thousands of years after our creators. The colony needs an Omega, and she's the key to saving us all," explained Alicia East with a sense of urgency.

"I know it's a difficult choice to make, but she's been marked by Azriel. I know she tricked you, Dracula, and you did the right thing by saving both your kids from her," reassured Agatha Wise.

"But the prophecy..." Dracula expressed in dismay.

"It still stands," affirmed Sarah Lance. "She'll encounter others like her, those willing to fight for her and sacrifice their own lives to reunite the colony. Prophecies are never wrong."

In the midst of this revelation, Emma's eyes widened in disbelief. Her heart raced as she processed the weight of what she had just heard. Dracula, upon realizing her distress, was heading towards her direction to which she could see from the peephole and tell that her father had noticed her spying on them.

She almost tripped over her own feet, but Dracula appeared from behind, saving her from falling to the ground. He stared at her with remorse, whispering her name with lips that stammered to form words.

"Emma..." Dracula whispered, struggling to articulate his thoughts.

"Am I going to die, Daddy?" Little Emma asked, her innocence cutting through the heavy atmosphere. "Where's Mommy?"

"No, my dear. Mommy's just away for now," Dracula reassured while embracing his daughter. As he held her close, black tears streamed from his eyes, triggering a spell that wiped Emma's memories clean. Fortunately, Emma's unique genetic makeup allowed her to retain a few fragments.

In the aftermath of the Wicca Sabbat, following the war and the defeat of the witches who failed to protect the chosen one, her mother, and friends, the sacred gathering place underwent significant damage. Dorothy and some fallen witches lost their lives in the battle. Peggy's mom found solace in the care of Clara Johnson.

A memorial burial took place for the fallen, with witches singing in their language and performing ritual rites. Later on, some witches who sought other survivors on the battlefield but found none, reported news about Emma's body after a thorough search prompted by Grace's concern.

"I can't believe Emma is gone!" exclaimed Grace in dismay. "She was my only bestie, and her body is nowhere to be found. Who or what might have taken her? I failed to protect her."

"I know how close you girls must have been, and I understand how hard it's been for your friends," said Clara. "But this is not the end; there's still hope. Wherever she is, it's all going to be alright. You're most welcome to stay with us as we resolve matters at hand." Clara left Grace to contemplate as she stared out the window into the night sky.

Meanwhile, Dante, unconscious in Aougst town after the defeat by the imperishables, regained consciousness when Beatrice approached him.

"How're you feeling?" Beatrice asked. Dante abruptly got up, appearing in a rush, and frantically called for Karl.

"They took him... They took 'em both," Beatrice informed.

Dante observed the aftermath – dead bodies brutally murdered on the floor, a mix of imperishables and supernaturals. Some were injured.

"My God, Beatrice, are you okay?" Uncle Sam inquired. "Where's Charlie?"

"We're fine!" Beatrice reassured.

"Those bastards finally got what they came for! Damn it," exclaimed Uncle Sam. "This is war!"

The IMPERISHABLES arrived at their domain, presenting the captives to their mother. Under the command of Veronica and Marcus, the mother emerged from a bloodbath in a bathtub, completely naked and covered in blood. Veronica and Marcus knelt before her in reverence.

"Mother! Your faithful children bring you the two finest descendants of the supernaturals. One descendant from the first order of supernatural... A therianthropy."

"And what about my daughter..." Mother gasped for air after learning of her death. The Imperishables reported the unfortunate news to her.

Upon hearing the news, Karl, in chains, gnashed his teeth and struggled to break free. Filled with great rage, he vowed, "You'll pay for what you've done. I'll live to see your body laid to waste, your heart ripped out, a terrible death befalls you." He was forcibly pulled back by some hunters, but Mother approached him, putting a clawed finger to his throat and effortlessly slitting it.

Peggy, on the verge of screaming, found her voice temporarily taken by Mother. Mother then grabbed Karl, lifted him up, and drank his blood, biting him severely until his head detached from his body. Mother's mouth was covered in his blood, and her eyes turned blood red, displaying a newfound empowerment and rage.

"Yes! I can feel how special they are... The taste of blood... So satisfying," Mother exclaimed. "As for Emma... Find her and the seeker. My daughter isn't dead, at least not yet; she has her part to play."

Approaching Peggy, Mother touched her chin. "My imitation. Do you love me? What was given can also be taken away," she remarked as they took Peggy away.

"Someone will be assigned to you to find Emma. Someone close to her, someone she trusts and who knows her," Mother declared, pointing at Liliana, who emerged from the shadows. "My daughter!"

The story continued with the unconscious Emma recalling her past life. Then, the war came. Dracula had instructed the guardian before his death to look after his kids when he's no more, to train them and prepare them for the unknown.

"Emma!!!..." a voice called out to her as she walked into the light.

"Dad!" Emma exclaimed, seeing him in front of her as she ran to hug him. She shed tears of joy, expressing her happiness to see him. "Why'd you have to leave me?" Emma asked.

"I never left, Emma," Dracula assured. "For I am always with you. But you're needed the most, and it's your time."

"I don't think I'm strong enough like you, Dad!" Emma admitted. "I'm not like you."

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"Yes! You're not, my dear. You're better than I was, even now," said Dracula. "The colony needs you, and you have friends who are ready to stand by you. You've always been my brave little girl, my beginning and the end, my bright morningstar."

"And I love you for that," Dracula added, kissing her on her forehead. As the light vanished, Emma regained consciousness, finding someone in front of her.

"Just as the prophecy said. You would find me," said Elijah Wood. "It's good to have you back, Emma Stone."

"What happened?" Emma asked as they discussed, seated.

"You died, Emma, but somehow you were able to heal from death. That's something even the Alpha king could not do," Elijah Wood explained.

"My friends..." Emma grunted in slight pain.

"You need to rest," Elijah said.

"They need me... *Grunts* they took Peggy... *Grunts* Ka..r.. Karl," Emma said. "I have to find them. Grace and Dante."

"You're not ready, Emma," said Elijah. "You'll need your strength..."

"Where am I?" Emma asked.

"Somewhere safe, not even the imperishables could sense your presence," Elijah Wood said. "You're barely ready for what's coming, Emma."

"What do you mean?" Emma asked. "I've been ready all my life; you taught me that."

"Very true!" Elijah Wood replied. "But what would you do when you face the inevitable?"

"What about the Beta sword?" Emma asked.

Elijah inhaled and said, "Ah! Yes. The most powerful weapon to end a supernatural. But you must first prove to me you're worthy of it, to be its wielder."

Emma took the first step to attack the guardian, who easily averted her move. In that moment, she recalled her training session with the guardian as a child in the past, training in the rain.

"There's so much fire in you," said the guardian. "Again." This flashback brought them back to the present, where Emma proved she was ready to wield the sword. Their combat session was exceptional, with the guardian skillfully avoiding Emma's attacks using only one hand, the other behind his back. Despite the onslaught, he had no intentions of striking back until eventually, he got hit, making him momentarily unbalanced.

"There's more to that, Emma. Show me," Elijah Wood urged. "Let it out!"

"What if I can't control it?" Emma questioned.

"Then let it consume you and hurt those you love or fight to take control over your powers," said Elijah. "So what say you?"

As Emma entered the Omega rage, she came at full speed and punched the guardian so hard that it sent him flying across trees, shattering them as he fell against a rock, breaking it in half. He got up only to discover his bleeding nose.

"That's new!" said Elijah with a smirk. Suddenly, Emma took control of her rage, reverting back to her normal state.

"OMG! I'm so sorry," Emma rushed to meet with the guardian who had recovered.

"You did good, Emma," Elijah replied, handing over the Beta sword to her as he conjured it out of thin air. She took the sword for the first time, staring at it. The sword showed her a trance of the IMPERISHABLES heading for the Wise.

"What did you see?" Elijah asked. "It's not just the most lethal weapon to kill a supernatural but also has the ability to reveal revelations to its wielder."

"The IMPERISHABLES are going after the last descendants of the Wise," Emma replied. "I need to stop them."

On the other side, Mother's patience had run out as she needed to recover fully. She cut Peggy's left hand's wrist, putting her blood in a bowl and performed enchantments before drinking it. Mother felt refreshed as it transformed her, renewing her youth; her eyes glowed brightly. She then bit herself on her right hand and force-fed Peggy, carving a symbol on her forehead and holding both hands, putting her under her spell. They made incantations in the witches' language.

Dante, on the other side, decided to meet an old member of his while he was with the Adams. As soon as he stepped out of the Adams' apartment during daylight, he felt a strange aura leaving him not far away. He was weakened for a second, realizing his body temperature was dropping fast. He looked at his skin turning red, setting ablaze instantly.

Luckily, Beatrice spotted him, and with Sam's help, they brought the barely recognizable remains of Dante into their home for safety. Most of his skin had turned to ash.

"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Beatrice. "He's a vampire but not a vampire fairy; I don't understand." Charlie went to fetch some blood for Dante to help him recover.

The story continues with Emma finding Grace, communicating with her telepathically at Wicca Sabbat. Grace was relieved to know that Emma is alive, and she instructed her on where to meet. Before leaving Wicca Sabbat, Grace informed Clara about Emma's survival.

In Pytaminc, the fluctuating prophecy revealed "for among them was before all," signifying the return of Azriel, the mother of all imitators of the IMPERISHABLES. This caught the attention of a witch who informed Becca Addison, along with some trusted witches of light, and they watched the revelation with terror.

On the other side, Emma obtained the sword from the guardian and asked for his help in winning the upcoming battle before departing. While on her way, she sensed Dante's aura, teleporting to Aougst town and locating him with the Adams.

"Emma!" Charlie exclaimed happily, greeting her with a hug. Emma came to the Adams, witnessing Dante recovering from his sunburns as she provided him with her blood for quick recovery. Dante explained what had happened to him, and Emma filled the Adams in on what was coming next. Upon hearing about Charlie being taken, Sam assured Emma that she's not alone in this.

Emma and Dante met with Grace, who was already waiting for them at the Wise's front yard. Knocking on the door, a young child opened it.

"Who's she?" Grace asked randomly.

"Emma Stone!" said Becca Wise. "I was expecting you!"

Becca introduced herself and invited them in, with her mom coming out of the kitchen, shocked to see Emma and her friends.

"I thought I made it clear when I asked you not to return," Hanna Wise said. "You need to leave."

"It's alright, Mom. They know," replied Becca Wise.

"You didn't tell us you had an heir," Dante remarked.

Emma informed them about the IMPERISHABLES coming for them, a fact they were already aware of. Grace yelled, "You what? How could you be so selfish and think about yourself only and not care for others?"

"We're humans, okay. We don't have special abilities like you. We're not vampires or werewolves or witches," replied Hanna. "That's why we had to leave."

"Nowhere is safe, and it won't be as long as the Imperishables are here. We need to fight and protect our people," said Emma.

"And it's time you know how it all began!" said Becca, astonishing them.

"You may have been told stories from the side of my mother," Becca Wise began. "But you need to know when it all began. How most of the supernaturals became the IMPERISHABLES. Before the Imperishables, they were known as the imitators."

Six thousand years ago, a meteor crashed down in Aougst town, wiping out almost everything in plain sight. From the fallen meteor emerged two naked beings, a man and a woman. Witnessing the devastation caused by their fall, one of them decided to restore the town to its former state and bring hope to humanity. On the other hand, the woman viewed humanity as weak, helpless beings who should worship them as gods. She went about hunting humans, while the other used his powers to save humanity.

For thousands of years, they battled each other. The woman became too powerful, becoming the sole force of destruction. The man had no choice but to share his powers with those willing to fight for their world. They called him the father and guardian of all things supernatural. He taught humans how to harness the abilities he bestowed upon them.

In the hierarchy of supernaturals, the inaugural positions were assigned to distinct entities. At the forefront stood the fairy, an enchanting embodiment of magic—the solitary creation of its kind. Following closely was the shape-shifter, endowed with the ability to assume various forms. Finally, occupying a paramount role, was the seeker—the ultimate repository of supernatural knowledge. Not only did the seeker possess the unique skill to perceive through the veils of other supernaturals, but it also held the unparalleled capacity to discern the emergence of newly formed entities. In essence, seekers were more than mere solution finders; they were custodians of profound insights into all occurrences, dedicated seekers of truth in the realm of the supernatural.

In the realms of the extraordinary, Seekers, gifted with unique abilities, were revered as both humans and supernaturals. Among them, the immortal Michael emerged, a visionary who assembled a formidable army of supernaturals to combat Azriel, a malevolent force shrouded in pure evil.

Azriel, formidable but solitary, posed a threat that echoed through the ages. Undeterred, Michael and his loyal comrades engaged in an epic battle against the darkness, a struggle that spanned centuries. The clash between their supernatural prowess and Azriel's formidable might unfolded across the tapestry of time.

As the conflict raged, Michael, once an immortal force, began to wither. His abilities, generously shared among humanity, drained him of vitality, rendering him weak and aged. Yet, the sacrifice bore fruit, as the combined might of Seekers proved triumphant over Azriel's relentless malevolence.

The aftermath brought tranquility to the realms, the cost of Michael's immortality paving the way for peace. Though weakened, Michael's legacy endured as humans, now united, basked in the serenity won through sacrifice and supernatural valor.

Three thousand years later, Azriel, rising from the shadows of death, returned with a fervent determination to complete what she had initiated. The supernatural landscape had transformed in her absence, with descendants of supernaturals now woven into the fabric of nearly every town. This resurgence fueled Azriel's fury, prompting her to craft a mimicry of Michael's original order of supernaturals, seeking to rival the forces that once stood against her.

Having seamlessly blended into the human world under a new identity, Azriel cunningly feigned affection for one unsuspecting soul, ultimately transforming him into a vampire. As her sinister plot unfolded, Azriel understood her destiny was entwined with conquering the entirety of supernaturals and their descendants.

In a strategic move, she and her newfound vampire ally set out to subjugate all, her imitations multiplying in their quest for dominance. Azriel's first creation bestowed a gift Michael could not: Dracula, the progenitor of all vampires, made immortal and granted the rare ability to walk freely in the daylight. This formidable creation stood as Azriel's first imitation, a potent challenger aimed at rivalling the abilities of the seekers.

The second imitation took form as a witch, challenging the enchantments of fairies. Finally, the last imitation emerged as a formidable lycanthropy, possessing the dual capability to transform into a werewolf and a wolf, rivaling the shape shifters in their elusive prowess. Azriel, orchestrating this symphony of imitations, aimed to rewrite the supernatural order itself.

Azriel's imitations multiplied, giving rise to hybrids and tribrids, and they clashed fiercely with the first order of supernaturals in a centuries-long struggle for dominion over the human world.

In the midst of the chaos, Azriel mated with Dracula, resulting in two children. Remarkably, much of Azriel's formidable powers were inherited by her daughter, marking her as the first and last of all supernaturals—an Omega capable of imitating the powers of the first order.

Becca Wise, wise indeed, acknowledged this extraordinary being. "An Omega," she declared, "able to imitate the powers of the first order." Dracula, now the first alpha king of Azriel's imitations, chose a path of enlightenment and aligned himself with the greater good, influenced by the truth revealed by a descendant of the first order.

With newfound purpose, Dracula convinced his fellow imitations to unite against Azriel, sparking a war that spanned five hundred years. Some deemed it treason, while others joined forces with the first order of supernaturals to overthrow Azriel. As the conflict unfolded, few departed without a trace.

After half a millennium of strife, peace eventually settled, though the aftermath brought change. The IMPERISHABLES, an alliance formed to restore Azriel to her full potential, emerged. Becca Wise revealed a pivotal moment to one of Azriel's descendants, explaining how Dracula, recognizing the restorative power within his daughter, rescued her and her sister from Azriel's influence.

"Your father, Dracula, took you away," Becca Wise disclosed, "knowing that your powers would complete the restoration of Azriel once all was accomplished."