Marvel: Death Knight

Fess, drunk on the overwhelming power coursing through him, felt invincible. The humiliation of being trampled earlier was all but forgotten.

He dashed around Garus in circles, his rapid movements leaving afterimages in his wake, creating the illusion of a swirling vortex. Even the air around them seemed to twist, threatening to form a tornado.

From every angle, Fess launched punches, creating a storm of fist shadows around Garus.

The attacks were powerful enough to destabilize Garus's Icy Resilience and Bone Shield, protective spells he had cast upon himself.

Feeling the wind howling past his ears, Garus quipped dryly, "You think you're the Flash? You're nowhere close."

"The Flash? Another superhero?" Daredevil, crouching nearby, overheard the banter and asked curiously. His superhuman hearing caught every word, but Blade, standing beside him, didn't respond. His attention was laser-focused on the battle between Garus and the blurred figure of Fess.

The Blood God's power was indeed formidable. Blade knew that against such speed, he wouldn't stand a chance.

But Garus had other plans. Extending his hand, he unleashed Death Grasp, halting Fess mid-sprint and yanking him directly in front of him.

"Is that all you've got?"

Despite being captured, Fess didn't panic. His confidence surged as memories of the Blood God's power flooded his mind. "Oh? You think that's all the Blood God's strength amounts to? Allow me to show you the forgotten magic of the Bloodline."

Garus noticed Fess's eyes glowing red as a repelling force surrounded the vampire's body. Fess broke free from the hold and retreated a few steps, chanting a spell in a language unfamiliar to Garus.

Suddenly, Garus felt his blood—normally as still as a stagnant pool—begin to boil.

"Get out of here now!" Blade shouted, his voice strained. The spell's effects made it feel like his blood was about to explode. Beside him, Daredevil's nose and ears bled, his expression dazed and his balance unsteady.

Fortunately, Blade's recent ingestion of Jacqueline's blood had temporarily strengthened him, giving him the resilience to resist the spell's pull. He grabbed the stumbling Daredevil and dragged him toward the exit.

From the high tower opposite, Blade caught sight of Jacqueline collapsed on the floor, blood streaming from her orifices and floating toward Faiz.

"Damn it!" Blade cursed under his breath, dragging Daredevil upstairs to the second floor of the tower and carrying Jacqueline out as well. Along the way, he noticed even the other vampires fleeing in terror. Clearly, neither mortals nor vampires could withstand this power.

"Controlling blood? That's somewhat similar to my Blood Aura," Garus mused, feeling a strange tug within his veins. Though blood wasn't vital for him anymore, he wasn't about to let it all be drained.

He chuckled to himself. The last thing he needed was to end up pale-faced and hear Tony Stark mock him for looking like he'd been "drained dry by a vampiric beauty." Not that he'd had much luck with women.

Thinking back, it was almost tragic. Azeroth was filled with stunning women—the Windrunner sisters, Jaina Proudmoore, even some of the draenei. Yet here he was, always entangled in disputes with scheming ethereal traders and the manipulative Light-bound Naaru.

The thought crossed his mind: Could he ever find a way home? Did it even matter anymore?

Then, his musings turned to the Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff, who embodied everything he admired: beauty, brilliance, power. She'd make a better headmistress for the X Academy than he ever could.

"Hey! Where the hell's your focus?" Fess growled, enraged at Garus's wandering attention. The vampire's attempts to control Garus's blood had failed miserably. "Are you mocking me?!"

"My bad. Forgot you were still here."

Garus, ever the provocateur, raised Frostmourne and launched a Soul Strike at Fess. The attack disrupted Faiz's blood magic but caused no further harm. Clearly, his spiritual defenses were formidable.

"Bang!"

Fess conjured a crystalline blood-red sword, blocking Frostmourne's slash. But after just two clashes, the blade shattered into fragments.

"Blood Tide!"

A crimson mist materialized around Fess, surging toward Garus. Even the ground beneath the mist corroded, leaving jagged pits in its wake.

The biting chill of Frostmourne emanated a frigid wind, temporarily halting the encroaching red mist.

"Heh heh. Just a drop of Blood Tide, and you'll become one of us—a vampire under my command." Faiz sneered, his confidence bolstered by his trump card. This forbidden spell had the potential to transform humanity into his servants.

But Garus was skeptical. Could someone like him even be turned into a vampire?

Inevitably, the mist enveloped him. Yet, Garus quickly realized it had no effect. While his clothes disintegrated, exposing intricate runes glowing faintly green on his body, his flesh remained unharmed.

"Game over." Garus emerged from the crimson mist unscathed.

"Impossible!" Fess gasped in disbelief. This was the Blood God's ultimate ability, failing on its first use.

Garus silenced Fess with a punch, sending him flying. The surrounding Blood Tide dissipated.

"Is that it? Show me everything you've got," Garus taunted.

Fess staggered to his feet, his pride wounded. "The Blood God's power isn't so easily defeated!"

Yet, even Fess began doubting the might of the Blood God.

"We'll see," Garus replied coldly.

Channeling Death Energy, a gray mist enveloped Fess, freezing him in place. Frostmourne's blade sliced cleanly through Fess's waist, severing him in two.

But to Garus's surprise, the two halves of Fess's body were connected by a surge of blood, quickly reassembling themselves.

In seconds, Fess stood again.

"Hahaha! I am immortal!" Fess boasted. "No matter how you cut me, the Blood God's power will restore me!"

"Let's test that theory."

Thick ice walls sprang up, cutting off Fess's escape. Garus's death-infused blade carved through him again and again.

After dozens of strikes, Frostmourne reduced Fess to a quivering puddle of blood. Yet, even then, the blood twitched and pulsed, striving to reform.

His regeneration was absurd, far surpassing even Deadpool and Wolverine.

"Tired yet? I can let you hack away for days," Fess mocked from within the blood, though his voice carried a hint of frustration. The Blood God's supposed invincibility wasn't living up to its legend.

After all, if the Blood God were truly omnipotent, it wouldn't have vanished from history, dismissed by even the thirteen vampire clan elders as mere myth.

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