In Azriel's stronghold, Amy, in her quabrid form, stood tall before Mr. Hawthorne. He rose to his feet, snapping his broken, twisted neck back into place, and his spine healed instantly.

"Wow! What a relief. If I were human, I'd already be dead from that stunt you pulled back there," said Mr. Hawthorne, staring into Amy's eyes with a sinister intent and a deadly gaze. "Honestly, facing a kid isn't my style, but you're no ordinary child. You're a supernatural child, and now that you've skipped to the best part, I guess I'll just go all... Ooout!!!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Amy pushed him over, and they battled fiercely and intensely. "You talk too much, mister," said Amy.

They fought while falling, with Mr. Hawthorne gradually transforming into a fierce vampiric horrific creature with grey and pale skin, sharp fangs, and claws. They landed on a bridge-like steel lining, another storage facility section filled with gasoline, dangerous chemicals, and explosives.

On the other side, Malachi and Dracula fought intensely. Their struggle for dominance shattered their surroundings as they clashed fiercely, engaging in a super-speed battle back and forth. Malachi tossed Dracula aside in midair with great impact, but Dracula swiftly transformed into a swarm of bats to avoid Malachi's deadly onslaught. They displayed and countered each other's magic, each blow shaking the battlefield.

Liliana's battle with Emma was equally intense. Their forearms clashed, and their gazes locked in a struggle for dominance as they briefly conversed.

"Where were you when I faced our mother in battle before my demise for the greater good, sister?" the undead Emma demanded, her pale eyes glowing blood red, fangs exposed as she spoke with anger and hatred. Her body emanated a tremendous dark aura.

"Ensuring eternal peace, sister. I've always watched over you, even in my absence," replied Liliana, her eyes glowing with a golden aura as her body gave off a tremendous magical aura of unfathomable power.

"And here we are, facing off against each other," replied the undead Emma. She broke free from their forearm clash and unleashed a powerful dark magic blast at Liliana, who easily dispatched the lethal attack with a single wave of her hand.

Back and forth, they fought, countering each other's magic, shape-shifting transformations, and nearly every power at their disposal. The undead Emma shrank down to the size of an atom to get inside Liliana's body through her mouth or nose, intending to kill her from the inside out. However, Liliana's perfect sight spotted the shrunken Emma. She avoided the deadly onslaught with a backhand flip, forcing Emma to return to her normal size. Emma struck against the wall behind her, recovering swiftly, and thrust herself forward to resume her fierce battle against Liliana.

Bella's battle with Marcus was fierce and brutal. Bella's powerful knockout punch stunned Marcus, sending him staggering backward with blood dripping from his nose and lips. Rage filled Marcus's eyes as they turned completely black. He swiftly grabbed Bella by the neck, her legs wrapping around his arm as he slammed her to the ground with tremendous impact. Despite a few severe hits, Bella managed to break Marcus's neck and twist him over, forcing him to the ground.

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Marcus resurfaced almost instantly, fixing his broken and twisted neck. He faced Bella once more and transformed into his mega wolf form. Bella quickly shifted into her hybrid form, and both charged at each other with immense speed. Their forearms clashed as they locked gazes fiercely.

"This battle is already won. You're going to die just like the way you killed my Veronica," growled the mega wolf Marcus.

"Something's different about you, Marcus. Did you get an upgrade again?" Bella teased. "Don't worry! I'll make sure you reunite with her in the grave. And I'll ensure you never return from the dead this time," she countered as they continued their fierce battle.

On the other side, Dante faced off against Veronica, who toyed with him in the shadows, giving sinister giggles and hisses while simultaneously striking him from every angle. Veronica's cold, chilling words echoed with each strike on Dante.

"You think being a fawich makes you stronger, smarter, faster, and better than a regular vampire? You think you've evolved with the fusion of a fairy, witch, and vampire. But you lack the skills and knowledge there is about a fawich," said Veronica while clawing Dante from all sides as he tried to protect himself from her ongoing onslaught.

"But today, you die with that power given to you by our mother, Dante. And after your death, Bella follows. But for your daughter Amy, she'll be taken care of by mother. She has potential unlike you, and when she's old enough, she might likely be a vessel for mother or an emissary to lead the new empire," said Veronica, moving swiftly with deadly precision.

Unbeknownst to Veronica, when she went for a deadly blow, Dante caught her by surprise and tossed her aside with great impact. He grabbed her by the neck and transformed into his fawich nature, flying into the atmosphere and shattering the rooftop as he ascended. Veronica was now at his mercy, her teleportation abilities and magic countered by Dante.

Whispering into Veronica's ear before her demise, Dante said, "Courtesy of the Queen fairy, Sharlene, and my daughter Amy. You were right about my daughter; she has a hell of potential that not even I could fathom." With that, he brutally ripped Veronica apart.

Elijah and Rita's battle was a mix of physical confrontation and heartfelt dialogue, each clash of forearms unlocking memories of their shared past. Their minds flashed back to the first days of their creation and the moments that shaped their fates. As their battle reached its climax, a flash of light marked Rita Wood's fall into her brother's arms. Her senses began to return, and with a warm smile, she placed a gentle hand on Elijah's cheek.

"You could have used the magic I transferred to you during our last encounter to defeat me easily, brother, but you chose not to," Rita said, her smile filled with remorse and seeking forgiveness. Her eyes sparkled with regret.

"You've always been the true guardian, watching over the last descendant of Michael, entrusted to you by the seeker," she continued, her voice weakening.

"You knew I had him all this time, you knew how to find me when Azriel couldn't, but you never revealed it to her," Elijah replied, tears swelling in his eyes.

"Where's the fun in that, brother..." Rita coughed and chuckled weakly, black substance dripping from her mouth. "Promise me that you won't hesitate to do the right thing, brother. And perhaps we can be together in... the... other... side," she added, her voice fading as she passed away. Her form began to decay into ash, cracking and blowing away in the wind from Elijah's embrace.

"I promise, sister. We'll be together on the other side," Elijah whispered. As he spoke these words, his body began to glow with a bright luminance. His form crackled with light, transforming from his face to every part of his body until he shone brightly. His physical form dissipated, leaving behind a reborn sword—a beta sword, capable of killing supernaturals. The silver-steeled blade stood firmly fixed into the ground, immovable, as if waiting to be summoned by its rightful wielder.