MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Chapter 423: Fight for life

The elemental titan's form shimmered, its ever-changing composition settling into a more cohesive shape. Though still composed of swirling energies, it now resembled a towering humanoid figure, easily twice Blake's height. Its eyes, two whirlpools of raw power, fixed upon the vampire with unnerving intensity.

"I sense... something peculiar within you," the familiar intoned, its voice a cacophony of natural forces. "A power that does not belong to this realm, nor entirely to your own kind. Curious."

Blake tensed, his muscles coiling in anticipation. "What of it?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

The familiar's form rippled, flames dancing across its surface before giving way to crackling electricity. "It intrigues me," it replied. "Perhaps you are more worthy than I first assumed. But worthiness must be proven, not merely sensed."

With a gesture that sent shockwaves through the air, the elemental being carved a circle of scorched earth around them, easily a hundred feet in diameter. The remaining trees at the edge of the clearing groaned and splintered, pushed back by an invisible force.

"Defeat me," the titan declared, its voice booming like thunder, "and I shall not only grant you passage to the spirit world but personally escort you there. Fail, and your quest ends here."

Blake's eyes widened, memories of the familiar's devastating power fresh in his mind. He hesitated, glancing back at Reggie and Dumphries, who stood frozen at the edge of the makeshift arena.

"Anything for Rose," Blake muttered, steeling himself. He turned back to the familiar, squaring his shoulders. "I accept your challenge."

The familiar's form surged, growing even larger. "Then let us begin!"

Without warning, a tendril of molten rock shot from the being's arm, hurtling towards Blake with terrifying speed. The vampire barely managed to dodge, feeling the heat sear his skin as it passed. The tendril struck the ground, instantly melting the earth into bubbling lava.

Blake retaliated instinctively. With a gesture, droplets of blood erupted from his fingertips, hardening into razor-sharp crimson shards. He launched them at the familiar, but they simply passed through its ethereal form, leaving trails of steam in their wake.

The elemental titan laughed, a sound like grinding boulders. "You'll have to do better than that, vampire!"

It brought its massive fists down, slamming them into the ground. The earth buckled and heaved, sending shockwaves rippling outward. Blake leapt high, using his supernatural agility to stay airborne as the ground beneath him cracked and split.

Landing on a jutting piece of rock, Blake focused his power. Blood flowed from his palms, coalescing into a crimson whip. He lashed out, the blood-weapon wrapping around the familiar's arm.

For a moment, Blake felt a surge of triumph. Then the familiar's arm transformed into pure electricity. The charge traveled along the blood whip, sending thousands of volts coursing through Blake's body.

He screamed, his muscles spasming as he was flung backward. He crashed through the wall of the cabin, wood splintering around him.

"Is that all?" the familiar taunted, its voice carried on a gust of wind that tore the roof off the structure.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Blake staggered to his feet. He could feel his body already healing, but he knew he couldn't take many hits like that.

"Not even close," he growled.

Blake burst from the ruined cabin, pushing his vampiric speed to its limits. He circled the familiar in a blur of motion, drawing more blood from his body and shaping it into a swarm of crimson bats. They flew at the elemental being from all angles, their razor-sharp wings slicing through its ever-changing form.

The familiar roared, its body erupting into a maelstrom of elemental fury. Fire and ice, lightning and stone – all lashed out in every direction. The blood bats were vaporized instantly, and Blake was sent tumbling across the ground, his clothes smoldering.

"Impressive speed," the familiar admitted, "but you lack the raw power to harm me."

Blake rolled to his feet, his mind racing. Direct attacks weren't working. He needed a different approach.

The familiar didn't give him time to think. It raised its arms, and the very air seemed to solidify. Invisible forces slammed into Blake from all sides, threatening to crush him.

Desperate, Blake reached out with his power, not to attack, but to sense. He could feel the blood in the ground, remnants of the battle that had taken place here. With a supreme effort of will, he called to it.

The packed earth began to tremble, then split open as geysers of blood erupted around the familiar. Blake directed them with frantic gestures, encasing the elemental being in a sphere of swirling crimson.

For a moment, the familiar seemed contained. Then, with a sound like a thousand thunderclaps, it exploded outward. The blood sphere was instantly vaporized, and Blake was hit with a wall of concussive force that sent him flying.

He crashed into a tree at the edge of the clearing, feeling ribs crack on impact. Gasping for breath, he slid to the ground.

The familiar strode towards him, each step leaving the earth either frozen or burning. "You fight well, for a mortal," it said, almost sounding impressed. "But surely you see the futility of this struggle?"

Blake spat blood, pushing himself up on shaking arms. "I don't care about futility," he rasped. "I made a promise."

The familiar tilted its head, curiosity evident in its swirling features. "Such determination," it mused. "Perhaps there is more to you than I thought."

It raised a hand, and a spiraling vortex of wind lifted Blake into the air. He was slammed back into the ground, then lifted and slammed again. And again. And again.

Each impact drove the breath from Blake's lungs, sent new waves of agony through his battered body. But still, he refused to yield.

After what felt like an eternity, the familiar released him. Blake crumpled to the ground, every inch of him screaming in pain.

"Stay down," the familiar advised. "You have proven your courage. There is no shame in accepting defeat."

But Blake wasn't listening. His focus had turned inward, to a part of himself he usually kept locked away. A darkness that whispered of power beyond imagining, if only he would embrace it.

With trembling limbs, Blake pushed himself to his knees. Then, agonizingly, to his feet. He swayed, barely able to stand, but his eyes burned with determination.

"No," he said, his voice hoarse but unyielding. "I'm not done yet."

The familiar's form rippled with what might have been surprise. "You can still stand? Remarkable. But what do you hope to accomplish?"

Blake managed a bloody grin. "You wanted to see my true power?" he asked. "Fine. Let's see how you handle this."

He closed his eyes, reaching deep within himself. When he opened them again, they were no longer human. Blood poured from his tear ducts, running down his cheeks in crimson streams.

"Time to let the demon out," Blake snarled, his voice distorting into something inhuman.

The familiar took a step back, sensing the change in the air. "What are you?" it demanded.