Bloodlines of Betrayal-Chapter 64: part 63 S2: Unwelcome Surprises

Tittle : Bloodlines of Betrayal S2 - Celestia's Ascension

Written By : Reviline James Wang

Genre : Paranormal Romance | Alpha Werewolf | Billionaire | Vampire | Family Drama | Rumors | Mafia

thrilling saga of Bloodlines of Betrayal: Celestia's Ascension:

Part 43: The Chaos of Vincent and Other Unwelcome Surprises

The air inside the Moonviel estate was thick with tension. But as the dust settled from the explosion-and as Vincent made his grand, ridiculously dramatic entrance the mood in the room quickly shifted.

Lyra blinked several times, then clapped her hands. "Okay, okay. So, we're doing this now, huh?" She motioned to the chaos unfolding around them, her wolfish grin wide enough to be borderline manic. "Vincent's here. Who's ready for a good time?"

Celestia, ever the picture of grace under pressure, glanced over at Draven, who was rubbing his temple as if he'd already had enough of the day. He shot her a half-amused, half-frustrated look.

"Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse," Draven muttered. "I swear, the universe just loves throwing me curveballs. I'm probably cursed."

Celestia gave him a sidelong glance. "You're always cursed, Draven. I'm just waiting for the day the universe throws you a tennis ball, and you freak out because it's too normal."

"Shut up," Draven said, but there was a half-smile tugging at his lips.

Meanwhile, Dante "The Shadow" Moretti was having a very different experience. He was sizing up Vincent with a look of pure disdain, adjusting his gold chain as though it were the only thing keeping him from jumping into the fray.

"Vincent, my guy," Dante began, raising an eyebrow. "The only thing missing from your entrance was a cape. I mean, come on, the whole dramatic explosion thing? You're not Batman. Get it together."

"Yeah," Lyra added, grinning wide. "You know, Vincent, when you're trying to be mysterious, you don't have to blow things up. A dramatic monologue would do just fine. You've got that broody, 'I'm so dark and mysterious' vibe going on already."

Vincent's eyes, which had been glinting with fury, now flickered with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. "I... I was trying to make an entrance," he said, his voice suddenly sounding less intimidating and more... petulant? Like a child who had tried to make a big splash only to be met with eye rolls.

Draven sighed deeply. "Do you want to know why no one's taking you seriously right now? Because you're literally dressed like an extra from a '90s vampire flick. Did you get that cape from Hot Topic?"

"Draven, stop, you're making him self-conscious," Celestia said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Vincent, honestly, what is this about?"

Vincent, feeling very much like the attention was no longer on him, flung his arms wide. "I came here to tell you... things are changing! The prophecy! The future!"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it," Dante cut him off. "The future's all doom and gloom, you're the bad guy, and we're supposed to be terrified of you. How many times have we been through this now?"

"I'm trying to make an impact here, guys," Vincent sulked, looking around. "You're ruining my moment."

"Well, maybe you should've done a better job planning," Lyra said, tapping her foot. "You know, maybe don't blow up the place unless you actually have a solid reason for it."

"Wait," Celestia interjected, holding up a hand. "We're focusing on the wrong thing. Why did you really come here, Vincent?"

Vincent's eyes narrowed. "Because I'm here to claim what's mine, Celestia. The throne-your throne!"

"And?" Celestia pressed.

"And I'm here to take it! I don't know how much clearer I can be, but" Vincent's words faltered as he looked around the room, taking in the sheer lack of fear on everyone's faces.

Lyra shot a glance at Celestia. "You know, if he keeps this up, I'm going to start feeling bad for him. He's just... so... sad. Maybe we should give him a participation trophy or something."

Dante raised an eyebrow. "You mean, like a 'best attempt at an entrance' award? With a little exploding confetti on the side?"

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"Guys, focus!" Vincent snapped, though there was a hint of embarrassment behind his bravado. "This is important! The world is going to collapse, and it's all because of your poor decision-making!"

"Well, look who's talking," Draven muttered, crossing his arms. "This guy can't even blow up a building properly, and now he's talking about saving the world? Someone needs to tell him 'don't quit your day job.'"

Vincent's eyes twitched. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," Draven said with a shrug. "It's just your whole 'intimidation' act is weak, my guy. Maybe try again later when you're not actively making everyone around you wish for a nap."

Lyra chimed in again. "I bet he's here to start an apocalypse. You know, the classic villain move: 'Oh no, the world's ending, come join my team.' How original."

"I don't even need you to join me!" Vincent protested. "I'm going to take everything! The throne. The power. The."

"And you'll do it with what?" Celestia interrupted. "A cape? A dramatic entrance and some poorly timed explosions? Is that your plan?"

Vincent stopped in his tracks, his mouth opening and closing as if he were trying to find the right words. "I..."

"Oh, sweetie," Lyra cooed sarcastically, "Maybe you should sit down for a moment and rethink your strategy. You're coming off like a really bad school play."

A long silence followed as Vincent glared at them, his earlier bravado slowly deflating under the weight of their collective sarcasm.

"I'm not... I'm not kidding around," he finally grumbled, crossing his arms. "I have the prophecy on my side. You're all doomed. And I'll take the throne, whether you like it or not!"

At this, Draven raised a finger. "Yeah, but did you think about how you were going to do it? 'Cause so far, all I'm seeing is a temper tantrum."

Vincent's glare hardened. "I don't need to explain myself to you!"

"Thank you!" Lyra said, throwing her hands in the air. "Because we were all desperately waiting for an explanation. We could have been doing anything else right now, but no, here we are. Watching a grown man argue with his reflection. What a show."

Celestia, though still trying to maintain her authority in the room, couldn't suppress her laughter any longer. "Vincent," she said between giggles, "you're honestly... kind of adorable in an awful way."

"Adorable?" he sputtered, his face reddening. "I'm here to bring about your downfall, not be some sideshow freak!"

"Well, you definitely brought a sideshow," Dante said, barely holding back his amusement. "Like, I'm pretty sure there's a clown car backstage waiting for you. It's not just the cape; it's the whole vibe. What are you going to do next? Start a fire with your magic powers?"

"Can we just..." Vincent started, but it was clear he was losing his grip on the situation. "Can we just?"

"Vincent, buddy," Lyra interrupted, "you're like a bad Netflix series. No matter how much drama you throw at us, we're still going to cancel the season early."

Finally, Celestia took pity on him. She cleared her throat, her laughter dying down into something more akin to a royal, commanding presence. "Alright, alright. We get it. You have your prophecy. You have your plans. But for the love of the gods, could you at least do us the favor of making it entertaining?"

Vincent shot them one last glare before storming off. "This isn't over! I'll be back... and it won't be pretty!"

And as the doors slammed shut behind him, Lyra just couldn't help herself. "Wow, that guy really needs a hobby."

Celestia laughed, shaking her head. "Alright, now that's over with, who's up for dinner? I could really use a drink after all that."

"I'll take anything that'll make me forget that moment," Draven muttered.

Dante grinned. "Best entrance ever, though. Zero stars."

The group dissolved into laughter, the weight of the situation lightened by the comedy of the moment. Because when you were dealing with supernatural kingdoms and ancient prophecies, sometimes all you could do was laugh at the absurdity of it all.