Fate To Fake: Loved by the Fallen; Fated to Kill the Divine
Chapter 92: I could crush you like a bug, Mongrel

Chapter 92: I could crush you like a bug, Mongrel

"N-No, Father..."

Dracula smiled again—sharp, cruel, pleased.

"You see?.... Now move your filthy hand that’s standing in my way."

Leo turned to Ophis, stunned. His eyes wide. Her expression broke him.

That weak, aching smile... it wasn’t happiness.

It was.... a goodbye.

"Ophis... what are you saying?"

Her lips moved faintly.

"T-This is Only way... Leo. M-My Father is more important than anyone"

She didn’t want this. But she saw no other way.

Against Dracula, there was no winning.

No way they could go against her father.

Dracula looked even more pleased, "At least you know when to be grateful... I guess, My blood still running in your veins then"

Dracula looked at Leo again, his eyes narrowing with irritation.

"I said... move your filthy hands away from me."

Leo met his gaze, trembling. His throat tightened as he forced the words out.

"Y-You’re threatening her... If you didn’t leave, I will call the Police and.. You—"

Thud!

In the blink of an eye, Leo’s body slammed to the floor as if the very air above him had collapsed. His limbs buckled, spine cracking under invisible pressure. It felt like a mountain had dropped on his back.

Dracula had barely even moved. Just a casual flick of his hand—and Leo was crushed like a bug.

"Police? Are you... making fun me? Haha?"

Ophis gasped and stumbled forward, horror flashing across her face. Her legs moved on instinct.

"F-Father! P-Please, leav—"

"Who gave you permission to raise your head, useless girl?" Dracula hissed, eyes flaring like twin suns about to burn the world.

Ophis’s body convulsed violently. Her knees gave out and she dropped again, her chest heaving as if the very air had been ripped from her lungs. Her throat locked up, gagging, choking under the unbearable force.

She couldn’t even breathe.

"To think... my own kin playing with a human like some worthless pet..." Dracula spat, his voice full of disgust.

"How revolting."

He opened both hands slightly, almost lazily. But the effect was instant.

The pressure multiplied.

Both Leo and Ophis were forced down—slammed into the floor as if gravity itself had turned against them. The ground cracked beneath Leo’s chest. His muscles trembled violently, veins bulging, skin reddening under the sheer force.

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t lift a finger. Every breath was a scream.

Blood trickled from his lips, then gushed—warm, coppery, thick.

His back felt like it was splitting. That pressure—it wasn’t normal. It was like carrying the weight of a collapsing world. His ribs groaned... and then, one by one, began to snap.

Crack... Crack.

"N-No... L-Leo..." Ophis gasped, her voice catching in her throat as she reached toward him with a trembling, blood-stained hand. Her fingers curled weakly, her arm quivering in defiance of the pressure that still crushed her to the ground. Her wide, tear-filled eyes locked onto him with pure horror.

Her face contorted in helpless pain. Her lips trembled, barely able to form the words.

"W-We were just... enjoying the day... smiling... laughing... and now..."

She choked.

The memory was like a dagger in her heart. The warmth, the laughter, the feeling of being something more than a vampire, more than a weapon or a tool. For the first time in centuries, she had felt something real. And now, it was being ripped away right in front of her.

Leo coughed again, spitting a fresh mouthful of blood onto the cracked floor. His body convulsed, every nerve screaming, every muscle quaking with pain. His fingers dug into the floorboards—splintering the wood beneath his nails.

His limbs refused to move.

But then... a twitch.

Just a finger. Curling slowly.

He wasn’t going to let this end. Not like this, Not after everything.

He didn’t care if she was once an enemy. She wasn’t that anymore. Now she was someone who laughed with him. Someone who blushed when teased. Someone who rolled her eyes at his dumb jokes but secretly enjoyed them.

She loved the simple things. She got annoyed easily, sure. But that haughty pout, that smug look, those little scoffs when she lost in an argument—that’s what made her... her.

Lovely... Adorable... Real.

Leo grit his teeth until they felt like they might shatter, and with a primal roar, he pushed up.

"ARRHH!!"

His voice ripped through the air like thunder. His head lifted slowly, painfully. His eyes locked onto Dracula’s.

Leo’s pupils bulged, and deep within them... something swirled.

His body—still crushed under the abominable pressure—rose inch by inch. Muscles tore. Bones screamed. Skin stretched to its limit. But he didn’t stop.

He couldn’t stop.

"Y-YOU!!"

He roared again, louder this time.

His body screamed. His bones begged for mercy.

But his will—his fire—burned harder.

Dracula paused, mildly surprised.

"Interesting... so what?" he scoffed, chuckling with cold amusement. "How amusing. I suppose ignorance really does breed courage... Or is it just stupidity?"

He sneered. Then, without a word, he waved his hand again.

BOOM!

Another crushing shockwave erupted. The entire room cracked and trembled as if reality itself had been bent. The floor beneath Leo exploded into fragments. Furniture was hurled backward. Walls broke apart like paper.

"ARGHH!!"

Leo’s body smashed into the ground. His limbs flailed violently before going still. Blood burst from his lips, his nose, his ears.

He was nothing more than a broken doll beneath the boot of a god.

"I could crush you like a bug, Mongrel,"

Dracula’s voice was low now—no longer amused. It was ancient, primal, full of contempt. He looked down at Leo sprawled beneath him, broken and bloody, his body shaking uncontrollably.

He raised his foot and placed it against Leo’s head, pressing down slowly, enjoying the weight of superiority.

He really wanted to shatter his head.

’Why not? He’s useless now anyway. Let’s finish him.’

He glanced at Ophis.

She wasn’t even struggling anymore. Just lying there—trembling, crying—for this worthless human. She didn’t scream for herself.

She didn’t cry when he crushed her. But now? For this bug?

Pathetic.

He lifted his foot high above Leo’s skull.

Ophis’s eyes widened in horror.

"N-No... NO!!" she screamed, her voice breaking like glass.

Dracula’s voice was ice.

"This is what happens when you ignore your father."

And with merciless force, he brought his foot down toward Leo’s skull.

... Or so he thought.

CRASH!

The sound of shattering glass roared through the living room as a shadow burst through the window like a missile.

And in a flash—

BANG!

A swift kick slammed into Dracula’s side, sending him staggering back several feet.

The vampire lord didn’t fall, but he was forced to move.

He glanced down at the dust on his clothes, brushing it off with slight annoyance before slowly turning to face the intruder.

Before him stood a cloaked figure—tattered, old and yet radiating raw pressure. The figure cradled Leo’s body with one arm, silent, staring directly at Dracula through the darkness beneath the hood.

"...Hmm," Dracula muttered, eyebrows furrowing. "And who... exactly... are you?"

His voice was no longer arrogant... It was cautious now.

Then, a flicker of gold shone faintly beneath the stranger’s cloak.

Dracula flinched.

It was subtle—but his expression cracked for a brief second... His body froze as if something happened to him for a second.

He staggered back half a step.

’So many unknown variables since the first war... What is going on? I need to consult the Book again... Tsk.’

He muttered to himself in thought, then leaned down and picked up Ophis, who was barely breathing now, finally freed from the crushing force.

Dracula gave Leo one last look. The corner of his mouth lifted into a sharp, mocking smirk.

"Consider yourself lucky, Mongrel..." he said with a cool chuckle.

"Next time you block my path... that’ll be your final breath."

He turned with a snort, cloak flaring, his heels clicking sharply as he walked toward the shattered exit.

"No... O-Ophis..." Leo groaned, barely able to lift his hand, voice full of broken pain. His lips were cut, bleeding. His vision blurry. But he could still see her.

Ophis glanced back.

That same weak, trembling smile curved her lips.

A soft, gentle one.

"I... I really enjoyed it today, Little Boy... Thank you for everything."

And just like that, she disappeared into the shadows—taken by her father.

That damn smile... like Pride!

And she was gone... right before his eyes just like her.

And Leo...

He couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it.

Just like before.