Johan awoke feeling a strange sense of calm. The pain from earlier had subsided, and he felt stronger,
but a gnawing worry crept in as he realized Nora was nowhere to be found. The night still enveloped
the orphanage, the silence thick and oppressive. Blind, he called out softly, "Nora? Where are you?"
He stepped out of the bedroom and moved cautiously, his hands outstretched to feel his way. His
foot landed on something slick and soft. He knelt down, his fingers brushing against what felt like
flesh. The realization hit him like a thunderclap: these were dead bodies.
A scream of terror tore from his throat, shattering the silence. A voice, familiar yet twisted, echoed in
the darkness. "If you want Nora back, Johan, come and get her. Remember who you truly are and face
your past."
"Edward?" Johan's voice trembled with disbelief.
"Ah, Johan. Still so naive. Your mother, Sirene, was a whore who birthed you into this world of chaos.
You and I, we are gods among men, destined to rule," Edward's voice growled, dripping with malice.
"Damn you, Edward! It was you who killed our friends, Mary, everyone in the orphanage. Release
Nora!" Johan's fury surged, his fists clenching in anger.
Edward's laughter was dark and sinister. "Oh, Johan. Always so righteous. You think you belong here?
In this place of weakness and frailty? You are meant for more, just like our father intended."
Johan responded, "I only had one real father, and he was not a monster like you."
"Is that so?" Edward sneered. "Our father, Abraham Van Helsing, died trying to kill Dracula. He
sought to rid the world of vampires, to create an army to continue his legacy. We are that army,
Johan. It's in our blood."
Johan was surrounded by six werewolves ,"This is nonsense, Edward. I am not like you," Johan
retorted, his resolve firm.
Edward's tone turned deadly. "Then watch as I kill Nora."
Rage unlike any he had ever known surged through Johan. His body began to convulse, bones
shifting, muscles bulging. His skin tore and reformed, white fur sprouting as his transformation into a
werewolf took hold. His face elongated, teeth sharpening into deadly fangs. The pain was
excruciating, but the anger and determination fueled him.
Johan roared, his voice now a monstrous howl, and he launched himself at the werewolves
surrounding him. Though blind, his senses were heightened, allowing him to sense their positions. He
was a whirlwind of fury. His white fur made him look ghostly, almost divine, and his sheer power and
ferocity were unmatched due to the angelic inheritance from his mother Sirene that no one knows
about .
Edward, now also in werewolf form, growled, "Meet your siblings from another mothers, Johan. Arthur,
Jacob, Nadia, Rena, Logan, Sophie, and me," all of these were kids who were raised in this orphanage.
The six werewolves circled Johan, their eyes glinting with malice. Johan fought like a demon, his
movements a blur of claws and teeth. He tore through his enemies, his strength and rage propelling him
forward. But the numbers were too great, and one by one, the werewolves began to overpower him.
Nora watched in horror, her heart breaking as she saw Johan being overwhelmed. Edward grinned
wickedly. "He could have been one of us. Now, he will die."
Johan, bloodied and exhausted, continued to fight, but it was futile. The last thing Nora saw was Edward,
now fully transformed, ripping Johan's head from his body. Her scream echoed through the night as the
werewolves mocked Johan's defiance, tearing his limbs apart and throwing his remains into a blazing
fire burning him.
Edward turned to Nora, his eyes filled with dark amusement. "Such a shame. But don't worry, dear
Nora. I'll make sure you remember this night forever."
Nora's world shattered as she was dragged away, the last vestiges of her hope turning to ashes
alongside Johan. The werewolves' laughter filled the night, a haunting symphony of victory and death.
The next night, the forest was cloaked in a shroud of darkness, the silence thick and oppressive. Nora
woke, her body aching and her heart shattered. The memories of the previous night clawed at her mind
—Johan's brutal death, the betrayal of Edward, and the loss of everyone she had ever known. Tears
streamed down her face as she struggled to make sense of the nightmare that had become her reality.
Edward and the other werewolves emerged from the shadows, their eyes glinting with a predatory
hunger. Nora's body tensed as she saw them approaching, her fear palpable. She looked at Edward with
a mix of terror and loathing. "Why?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Edward's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Why, you ask? Because, dear Nora, you are part of a grand
design. A design set forth by our father, Abraham Van Helsing. A legacy of power, dominance, and the
natural order of the world."
He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Nature, Nora, is a cruel and unforgiving force. The
strong devour the weak, and the weak exist only to serve the strong. This is the immutable law of the
wild, the order of life itself. Look around you—the trees, the animals, the very earth beneath your feet—
all adhere to this primal rule."
Edward began to circle her, his presence menacing. "Consider the lion and the lamb. The lion does not
apologize for its hunger, nor does it seek the lamb's permission. It takes what it needs to survive, to
thrive, to dominate. This is the way of nature, the way of life. Strength is all that matters."
He paused, his gaze piercing. "Our father understood this. He sought to create beings who could
harness this power, who could transcend the limitations of humanity and embrace the true nature of
their existence. We are his legacy, his creations, designed to rule over those who are weaker, lesser."
Edward's voice grew more intense, each word dripping with venomous conviction. "The world is a
battlefield, Nora. The strong survive, and the weak perish. It is not a matter of morality or ethics—it is a
matter of survival. Those who cling to notions of goodness and mercy are doomed to be consumed by the
darkness that lurks in every shadow."
He stopped in front of her, his eyes blazing with a fanatical fervor. "You see, Nora, you are weak. Johan was
weak. Mary was weak. They were all destined to fall before the might of the strong. It is the natural order of
things, the way it has always been and always will be."
Nora stared at him, speechless, as the weight of his words settled over her like a suffocating blanket. She
had never encountered such twisted logic, such a perverse justification for cruelty and violence. Edward
was not just a monster, he was worse than a demon, a being who believed with every fiber of his being that
he was justified in his actions.
"And now," Edward continued, his voice a low, dangerous growl, "you will serve your purpose in our
father's legacy. You will bear witness to the rise of the strong and the fall of the weak."
As he spoke, the other werewolves closed in around her, their intentions clear. Nora's heart raced with fear
and desperation. She screamed for help, her voice echoing through the dark forest, but no one came. She
was alone, surrounded by predators who saw her as nothing more than prey.
Edward's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure. "There is no escape, Nora. You belong to us now. Accept your
fate and embrace the truth of your existence."
The werewolves reached for her, their claws and teeth bared, ready to claim their prize. Nora's mind
screamed in protest, her body trembling with terror. She had never felt so helpless, so utterly powerless.
As they closed in, the reality of her situation became undeniable. She was at the mercy of creatures who had
none, beings who reveled in their own cruelty and believed themselves to be the rightful rulers of the world.
Edward's twisted voice played over and over in her mind, a horrifying reminder of the darkness that had
consumed her life.
Out of nowhere, a swift and deadly blow struck down Sophie, one of the werewolves. Her head was severed
from her body in a gruesome instant, and it rolled across the forest floor, coming to rest at the feet of her
stunned packmates. The werewolves recoiled in disbelief and horror as Johan, resurrected and more
terrifying than ever, emerged from the shadows. His eyes, though blind, burned with a fury that seemed to
pierce the very soul.
Edward's voice trembled with shock. "How... how did you come back? We burned you to ash!"
Johan's growl reverberated through the night air, sending shivers down the spines of the remaining
werewolves.
Johan launched himself at his siblings. The battle that ensued was a symphony of violence and chaos. Johan
moved with a feral grace, his blind eyes no hindrance to his lethal precision.
Arthur lunged first, but Johan sidestepped effortlessly, his claws raking across
Arthur's throat, blood spraying in an arc. Arthur gurgled and fell, clutching his ruined
neck as he bled out.
Jacob and Nadia attacked in tandem, hoping to overpower Johan with their combined
strength. Johan met their assault head-on. His claws plunged into Jacob's chest, ripping
through bone and flesh to tear out his heart. Jacob's lifeless body crumpled to the
ground. Nadia, enraged and desperate, slashed at Johan's face, but he caught her wrist
and twisted, snapping the bone. She screamed, and Johan silenced her by driving his
claws into her skull, crushing her head in a spray of blood and brain matter.
Rena, seeing her siblings fall, attempted to flee. Johan pursued her with relentless
speed, his powerful legs propelling him forward. He leapt onto her back, driving her to
the ground. Before she could plead for mercy, Johan sank his teeth into her spine,
severing it. She lay paralyzed, whimpering in terror as Johan finished her with a brutal
swipe to her head, leaving her skull shattered.
Logan, the largest of the siblings, roared in fury and charged Johan with all his might.
Johan met his attack with a savage ferocity. The two clashed in a whirlwind of teeth
and claws, but Johan's superior speed and strength quickly gave him the upper hand.
He grabbed Logan by the snout and wrenched his head sideways, breaking his neck
with a sickening crack. Logan's body slumped to the ground, lifeless.
Edward, now the last of his kin, lay mortally wounded. He stared at Johan with a
mixture of fear and disbelief. "We are brothers," he rasped. "You cannot do this."
Johan's voice was a growl, filled with a cold, unyielding resolve. "Nature, Edward, is a
cruel and unforgiving force. The strong devour the weak, and the weak exist only to
serve the strong. This is the immutable law of the wild, the order of life itself."
Edward was silent, his own words used against him in a twisted echo. Johan loomed
over him, his expression merciless. "There is only one brother I know, and his name is
Malek."
Without hesitation, Johan tore Edward apart, limb from limb. Blood and gore splattered
the forest floor as Edward's body was reduced to a grisly mess. Johan stood amidst the
carnage, his chest heaving with exertion and emotion.
Nora, injured but alive, watched in shock and disbelief. The man she loved had
returned from an impossible death, and now stood victorious over those who had
wronged them. Johan, blind yet terrifyingly powerful, tried to look for her, he could not
see her, he called out with a guttural, mournful howl, Nora could feel the sadness in his
voice.
Nora stepped closer, She reached out and touched Johan, her hand trembling as it made
contact with his fur. Johan's form softened at her touch, and he wrapped his massive
arms around her, pulling her close. He cried out in anguish, the pain of betrayal and
loss tearing through him.
Nora held him, her own tears mingling with his. She whispered soothing words, trying
to calm him. "It's okay, Johan. I'm here. You're not alone."
Johan's body shuddered, and slowly, he began to transform back into his human form.
The fur receded, and his features softened. He collapsed into Nora's arms, unconscious
but alive. She hugged him tightly, her hands gently rubbing his back as if comforting a
frightened child.
As she held him, Nora's mind raced with questions. Who was Johan's mother, Sirene?
Was she truly human? And what of Van Helsing, Johan's father? The legendary monster
hunter who had sired these abominations? And finally, who was Malek, the brother
Johan spoke of with such certainty and conviction?
Nora knew that their journey was far from over. The darkness that had taken so much
from them still loomed, and the answers they sought lay hidden in the shadows of their
past. But for now, in this moment, they had each other. And that, she thought, was
enough to face whatever horrors lay ahead.