MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

The air crackled with tension as Blake and Nemisis faced each other, the coffin floating silently behind the vampire. Blake's red eyes narrowed, studying his opponent's grotesque form. Without warning, he struck first.

Blood erupted from his palm, coalescing into a series of razor-sharp projectiles. They whistled through the air, their red surfaces gleaming in the dim light. Nemisis merely laughed, its blade of darkness sweeping through the air in a wide arc, dissipating the blood bullets into mist.

"Amateur tricks," Nemisis taunted, its voice echoing through the chamber. "Is this all you've learned in your centuries of existence?"

'Testing its defenses,' Blake thought, his boots scraping against the ground as he shifted his stance. "Let's see how you handle this."

The vampire's power surged, blood seeping from his skin to form a swirling vortex around his body. With a gesture, the vortex compressed into dense spheres—blood bombs. They orbited around him like deadly planets around a star, each one containing enough force to level a building.

Blake launched them in rapid succession, each explosion creating a thunderous cascade of force. The ground cracked beneath the onslaught, spider-web fissures spreading outward. Smoke and debris filled the air, obscuring his view of Nemisis.

"Impressive display," Nemisis's voice cut through the chaos. "But futile."

The smoke cleared to reveal Nemisis unscathed, protected by a dome of writhing shadows. The familiar's form seemed to grow larger, its chains rattling with anticipation. It brandished its shadow blade, the weapon humming with dark energy.

"My turn."

Nemisis moved with frightening speed, crossing the distance between them in an instant. Its blade sang through the air, forcing Blake to dodge backward. Each swing left trails of darkness that lingered like afterimages, creating a deadly web of attacks.

'Your speed is admirable,' Blake thought, weaving through the assault. 'But I've faced worse.'

Blood gathered around his fists, spinning rapidly like miniature drills. He waited for an opening, timing his counter perfectly. As Nemisis's blade swept horizontally, Blake ducked under it, launching himself forward with explosive force. His blood-enhanced fist connected with Nemisis's midsection, the drilling motion tearing through the familiar's shadowy form.

But something was wrong. Instead of penetrating, his attack seemed to sink into Nemisis's body, trapped in the creature's mass. Nemisis's grin widened.

"Caught you."

Chains erupted from the familiar's body, wrapping around Blake's arm. With terrifying strength, Nemisis swung Blake overhead, slamming him into the ground. The impact created a crater, sending shockwaves through the spirit realm's twisted landscape.

Blake rolled away just as Nemisis's blade crashed down where his head had been. Blood leaked from several wounds, but rather than weaken him, it fueled his rage. He channeled his power differently now, the blood around his body hardening into armor.

'Adaptation is key,' Blake thought grimly. 'If brute force won't work, perhaps technique will.'

His enhanced strength turned the ground beneath his feet into rubble with each step. The blood armor allowed him to deflect glancing blows from the shadow blade, sparks flying as darkness met crystallized blood. They exchanged a furious series of strikes, each impact releasing shockwaves that shattered the nearby terrain.

"Yes!" Nemisis roared with delight. "Show me your desperation!"

The familiar's free hand shot forward, shadows extending like spears. Blake created a shield of blood, but the shadow spears pierced through it like paper. One grazed his shoulder, sending cold numbness through his arm.

'Poison?' Blake thought, gritting his teeth as he leaped back to create distance. 'No, something worse. It's draining my energy.'

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Just as Nemisis's weapon descended, Blake's eyes flashed with defiance. Blood burst from his pores, creating a violent shockwave that forced the familiar backward. The vampire rolled to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of dark fluid.

'The numbness is spreading,' Blake analyzed, flexing his partially paralyzed arm. 'But I'm not finished yet.'

"Surprising," Nemisis said, its chains rattling as it regained its footing. "Most would have submitted by now."

Blake's response was a savage grin. Blood swirled around his paralyzed arm, forming a pulsing gauntlet that fought against the numbness. The ground beneath his feet fractured as he launched forward, leaving a crater in his wake.

'Pattern analysis complete,' he thought, watching Nemisis's defensive stance. 'Those chains telegraph its moves half a second before they strike.'

The familiar's weapons lashed out in a complex web, but Blake was ready. He wove through the gaps, each movement precise and calculated. Blood leaked from his wounds, but instead of falling to the ground, it hung in the air like suspended raindrops.

"What's this?" Nemisis tilted its head, noting the peculiar display.

Blake didn't answer. More blood droplets joined the others, filling the air around them. Each drop began to vibrate, emitting a high-pitched whine.

'Randal taught me this trick,' Blake remembered, his free hand conducting the bloody orchestra. 'Sound waves amplified through blood resonance.'

The droplets exploded simultaneously, creating a devastating sonic boom. The sound waves tore through Nemisis's shadowy form, disrupting its cohesion. Chains shattered, and pieces of darkness scattered like confetti.

But the familiar's laughter only grew louder. Its broken form swirled back together, absorbing the ambient shadows. "Clever, vampire. But not clever enough."

The darkness around them thickened, and the temperature plummeted. Frost crackled across Blake's blood armor as Nemisis's power surged. The familiar's form towered higher, its blade splitting into three identical weapons that moved independently.

'Three blades,' Blake noted, dropping into a defensive stance. 'This could be problematic.'

The battle resumed with renewed intensity. Blake ducked and weaved through a storm of strikes, each blade moving with deadly precision. His blood techniques became more desperate, more creative. He formed shields that exploded into spikes, created decoys that detonated when struck, and launched waves of pressurized blood that could cut through stone.

The spirit realm itself seemed to react to their clash. The ground buckled and heaved, reality distorting around them. Rose's coffin remained safely suspended in a bubble of Blake's power, but he could feel the strain of maintaining its protection while fighting.

"Your wife's soul grows weaker," Nemisis taunted, brandishing the glowing shard. "Soon there will be nothing left to save."

Blake's eyes narrowed. "You talk too much."

He slammed his fist into the ground, and blood erupted from beneath Nemisis's feet. The familiar leaped back, but Blake had anticipated this. The blood changed direction mid-air, hardening into jagged spears that pierced through Nemisis's shadows.

'Got you,' Blake thought, but his triumph was short-lived.

Nemisis's form liquefied around the spears, flowing like oil. The shadows coalesced behind Blake, and pain exploded across his back as all three blades struck simultaneously. His blood armor shattered, pieces tinkling against the ground like broken glass.

Blake stumbled forward but refused to fall. He spun, blood whips forming from his arms, their tips breaking the sound barrier as they slashed through the air. Nemisis parried with its chains, the clash of weapons creating sparks of darkness and blood.

'The numbness is in both arms now,' Blake assessed, gritting his teeth. 'Time to try something reckless.'

He began to laugh, a sound that made even Nemisis pause. Blood seeped from every pore, but instead of forming weapons, it began to flow into his own body. His muscles swelled, veins bulging beneath his pale skin. The numbness fought against this new power, creating a visible struggle beneath his flesh.

"What are you doing?" Nemisis demanded, its voices overlapping with curiosity and concern.

"Something stupid," Blake answered through clenched teeth. "Blood Overdrive."

His body temperature skyrocketed. Steam rose from his skin as the excess blood in his system began to boil. The numbness in his arms started to recede, burned away by the sheer heat of his overcharged blood.

Blake moved faster than before, his enhanced muscles tearing themselves apart and healing instantly. Each punch carried the force of an explosion, each kick creating sonic booms. Nemisis found itself on the defensive, its shadows sizzling and evaporating where Blake's burning blood made contact.

But the familiar was far from defeated. It matched Blake's increased speed with its own transformation, its three blades multiplying into a dozen. The air became thick with flying chains and whirling blades, all seeking Blake's flesh.

'Can't maintain this for long,' Blake realized as his vision began to blur. 'The strain might kill me before Nemisis does.'

Their battle reached a fever pitch, neither willing to give ground. Blake's blood techniques became wild and unpredictable, while Nemisis's shadows grew more dense and deadly. The spirit realm shuddered under their power, cracks appearing in the very fabric of reality.

Yet even as they fought, Blake could see the shard of Rose's soul pulsing weaker in Nemisis's grasp. Time was running out, but his body was reaching its limit. The Blood Overdrive was burning through his reserves faster than he could replenish them.

Nemisis seemed to sense his weakening. Its attacks became more focused, more precise. One blade slipped through Blake's guard, opening a deep gash across his chest. Another found his thigh, and a third grazed his temple.

Blood sprayed from the wounds, but Blake remained standing. His eyes locked onto Rose's soul shard, his purpose crystallizing into a single thought: Discover hidden content at empire

'I only need one clean shot.'

The fight wasn't over, but for now, Nemisis had gained the upper hand. Blake stood wounded but defiant, his power flickering like a candle in a storm. The familiar's laughter echoed through the spirit realm, a sound filled with dark promise.

"Shall we continue our dance, vampire?" Nemisis asked, its blades singing through the air.

Blake wiped blood from his mouth, his eyes never leaving his opponent. "We're just getting started."

The battle was far from over, but the next round would decide everything. And Blake had one last trick up his sleeve.