Vampire Summoner's Rebirth: Summoning The Vampire Queen At The Start

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A world that was once full of Ancient Gods, Ancient Spirit Tribes, and Divine Spirits of all kinds, a world of colors and battles, of endless activity, of laughter, blood, and companionship. Despite being such a powerful and arrogant being, Bestellen still had those he considered his rivals and friends.

But most of them, if not all, were gone. They were all dead, around him, their bodies burned by the divine light of the angels. A barren landscape full of corpses, for miles and miles. He loved battling and challenges, but this…

This was too much.

"W-We won, right? We… we did it… we protected our world…"

He kneeled over the floor, as tears started flowing from his golden eyes.

"W-We won, everyone… we did it…! We protected…"

He grabbed the burnt soil beneath his feet, his tears falling over, full of divinity, enough to make plants grow almost instantly.

"We protected this damned world you loved so much…"

The scene was devastating. Even I felt bad seeing this. This was most likely Bestellen's breaking point. He stopped being who he truly was. Slowly falling into loneliness and then, growing mad the older he became.

There were others like him, two more Divine Dragons of ancient origins that also embodied colors, he met them only once before he departed towards our continent, to never see them again.

In there, he constantly dug through mountains, eating any metals or resources, filling his own hollowness with food, an endless gluttony that consumed him and slowly transformed him into more of a wild monster than the man he once was.

He burned villages of ancient humans, fought many heroes that tried to stop him, and constantly grew bored after killing everything, moving on from place to place, until he grew so tired, he simply slept.

For thousands of years, he slept, and whenever he woke up, he would move out of a mountain and go to another, emptying the precious resources of many people. While mercilessly slaughtering them, of course.

His descent towards madness was already at full swing. In the past he had apparently never overdone it, mostly disliking hunting weak little mortals, and simply fighting giant beasts or other gods like him instead.

But now all that pride was gone, her mercilessly killed and even ate humans without any remorse, all that power he bragged about, now being utilized to terrorize people millions of times weaker than him.

What a pathetic man he became… Yet at the same time, I couldn't help but pity him.

"You… Perhaps you might be the ones that'll bring my end, at long last?"

His thoughts passed through my mind, as the visions of his battle against us were also shown. The intense battle we had, where we had to go all-out and use every single damned trick we had to win.

At the end, he lost, and died. If we hadn't weakened his defenses and his divinity to this point, even with all the stats I increased, we wouldn't have been able to stop him.

This is why I saved all those stats for later, because if we had gone all-out from the beginning without waiting to weaken him first, he might have panicked and gone all-out himself.

It was essential that he looked down on us through most of the battle, so we were able to inflict a large quantity of damage before he could have wiped us out quickly.

It was not just a fight of strength, it was also a battle of minds, and I took advantage of his remaining pride and his madness to defeat him.

I don't feel any shame in doing so, it was either him or us.

We needed the resources, and our country couldn't afford to have a mad god sleeping right next to us. Based in his memories, it was quite obvious he would burn everything eventually when the mountain's resources finally ran out.

There was no talking out of this, he had to be slain.

"I suppose that's that, huh?"

As the visions disappeared, I found myself within my own Spiritual Avatar inside my Spirit Realm, sitting over the Summoner Throne of the Divine Summoner's Hall. Surrounding the throne were the statues of the three previous Summoners, the carriers of this Legendary Class made by the Holy Spirits themselves.

"I'm back… it seems I am still sleeping on my body." I sighed, looking at my slightly ethereal form. "Oh, Divinity, you are there, right?"

"Yes, I am here." The manifestation of the Summoner Divinity, the class itself, appeared before me. A woman made entirely out of bright white light. "It has been a short while since your last visit, Fourth Summoner, Blake."

"You can be more casual with me, just call me Blake." I said, looking around. "My Divinity has grown… It seems that I've gained a considerable amount of power. Nothing like ever before."

"Indeed." She nodded. "You have absorbed the Divinity of an Ancient God, said to have been refined from extracting the world's Heavenly Essence and refining it into a Small Fragment of Heaven! Well done! It could be considered that you are stronger than the god you slain."

"I wonder if that's even enough though." I sighed, feeling the Essence of the Divinity of Bestellen within me.

Unlike my Developing Divinity, this was a full-fledged one, the power he held was now mine. Silver Essence slowly shaped into silver flames of the highest quality on my hands.

"This is, still an incredible power." I smiled. "His Aura and Pressure, the ability to shape his invisible Divinity too, everything, I'll make sure to use it well."

"Actually, there's a visitor that just appeared here. He's been looking for you."

"What are you talking about?

"A visitor! I don't lie, fourth wielder. Come with me."

She led me through the white corridors of the Divine Summoner Hall, until we finally met the "guest".

It was someone I had not expect to see again, even less so soon.

His silver scales, his sharp golden eyes, his big wings and claws, and his imposing presence.

It was without a doubt him.

"The one that slain me. We meet again."

"Bestellen?!"

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