Bloodlines of Betrayal-Chapter 63: part 62 S2: Breaking things

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:

Season 2 – Part 42: Breaking In... And Breaking Things

Location: Lucian's Castle – Outer Perimeter

Celestia crouched behind a marble pillar, heart pounding. Lucian's castle loomed ahead a gothic fortress of shadows, guarded by elite vampire warriors, enchanted barriers, and probably a few ancient curses.

No problem.

Dante adjusted his sunglasses. "Alright, team. Showtime."

Draven gritted his teeth. "I swear, if one thing goes wrong"

BOOM.

An explosion rocked the castle.

Everyone turned to Vincent, the explosives expert.

He shrugged. "What? That wasn't me this time."

Celestia groaned. "Plan B it is."

Plan B = Pure Chaos.

The Heist in Action

1. Lyra (The Spy) sneaks through the castle vents... and immediately regrets it.

Lyra: "Why do vampires have so many damn traps?"

Narrator: She was currently hanging upside down in a magical net.

2. Kairos (The Hacker Werewolf) tries to disable the security system... and causes a blackout instead.

Dante: "Kairos, what the hell did you do?"

Kairos: "...Good news: The alarms are off. Bad news: So are the lights."

3. Dante and Vincent (The Distraction Team) cause mayhem.

Dante: "Gentlemen! Have you considered switching employers?"

Lucian's Guards: "Kill them."

Vincent (holding dynamite): "Okay, so that's a no?"

4. Celestia and Draven infiltrate the vault... and immediately trigger a magical defense system.

Celestia: "You have GOT to be kidding me."

Draven: "Why is the floor MOVING?!"

Inside the Vault...

The moment Celestia stepped inside, a voice echoed through the chamber.

"Welcome, little thief."

Lucian.

Celestia whirled around-and there he was, standing in the shadows, his golden eyes glowing with amusement.

Busted.

The Worst Rescue Mission Ever

Lucian's Vault – Facing the Vampire King

Celestia stared at Lucian, who looked entirely too pleased to see her caught red-handed.

Lucian: "You know, Queen Celestia, if you wanted to visit me so badly, you could've just knocked."

Draven gritted his teeth. "Step aside, Lucian."

Lucian chuckled. "And let you steal from me? How rude."

Celestia: "It's not stealing if it rightfully belongs to me."

Lucian smirked. "You can argue that point from inside my dungeon."

Celestia and Draven exchanged a look.

Time for Plan C. (Plan C = Punch First, Ask Later.)

Outside the Vault – Dante & Vincent's 'Rescue' Attempt

Meanwhile, Dante and Vincent were... not doing well.

Dante: "Alright, let's go over the plan again."

Vincent: "Step one: Blow something up. Step two: Run."

Dante: "Perfect. Let's do it."

Vincent pulled out a grenade. "Fire in the hole!"

BOOM. The explosion took out half a hallway... and activated all remaining security golems.

Dante: "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

Vincent: "Step one, man!"

Now, they were being chased by three enchanted stone warriors wielding swords the size of horses.

Dante: "New plan: RUN!"

Back Inside the Vault – A Standoff

Lucian's golden eyes gleamed. "Make your move, Celestia."

Celestia smirked. "With pleasure."

She lunged.

Draven followed.

Lucian blocked Celestia's attack effortlessly, catching her wrist with a smirk.

Lucian: "Tsk, tsk. You're going to have to do better than that."

Draven tried to land a hit, but Lucian dodged smoothly, countering with a powerful blow that sent him crashing into a pillar.

Celestia's patience snapped. "Alright. No more games."

She summoned her full power crimson flames erupting from her hands.

Lucian's amusement faded. "Interesting."

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Just as Celestia was about to attack again...

CRASH!

The vault doors EXPLODED as Dante and Vincent came flying in-literally.

They landed right on top of Lucian.

Silence.

Celestia: "...Well, that's one way to enter."

Lucian, buried under Dante and Vincent, let out a deep, frustrated sigh.

Lucian: "You people are insufferable."

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The Throne's Edge

The grand hall of the Moonviel estate was buzzing with energy, though it wasn't the usual quiet hum of celestial power. Today, it felt like a ticking time bomb had just been wound too tight. Celestia Moonviel stood at the center of the room, her gaze unwavering as she watched the tension unfold around her.

Draven Nightshade leaned against one of the marble pillars, his arms crossed, eyes scanning the room as though he were a predator waiting to strike. His silent strength was an ever-present comfort to Celestia, yet today, she could feel the unease in the air.

"Is everyone ready?" Celestia asked, her voice low, but still commanding.

"Born ready," Lyra Voss grinned, tossing a stray lock of her wolfish hair over her shoulder. "Let's just hope these guys can take a joke."

Despite the gravity of the situation, Lyra always had a way of lightening the mood. It wasn't long before the other members of the gathered group fell into the same vibe. They all knew this wasn't just about the throne anymore. This was a battle for survival and more importantly, for Celestia's identity.

The newly resurrected vampire king, Lucian Devereaux, stood at the far side of the room, arms crossed, a smirk dancing on his lips. It was as if he knew something they didn't and he enjoyed the mystery. Celestia's eyes flickered to him briefly before returning to Dante "The Shadow" Moretti, the mafia boss. The two of them were too quiet for her comfort. It was like the calm before a storm, the pieces in their dangerous game of politics slowly falling into place.

"We're not just fighting for the throne anymore," Celestia began, her tone steely. "We're fighting for control. Power. The very balance of this world. So keep your heads sharp, because this is just the beginning."

Draven's voice cut through the tension. "And don't forget about the hybrid menace."

Celestia looked over her shoulder to see Dante grinning ear to ear, standing with his arms spread wide, almost as if he were the host of some absurd reality show.

"Oh, that's right," Dante drawled. "I almost forgot about that little devil. But hey, at least he's cute." His golden tooth gleamed in the low light of the room.

"No. You forgot on purpose," Lyra groaned, taking a seat near the table. "And it's not funny. That kid can cause a kingdom-sized headache in minutes. And Celestia, let's be honest, you can't babysit a chaos tornado."

"I'm still recovering from that last disaster, Lyra," Celestia muttered, rubbing her temples. She could already feel the headache coming back.

Draven couldn't help himself. "Can't wait for that playdate. It'll be hilarious."

"Shut it, Draven," she shot back, trying her best to keep her composure. "The sooner we finish this meeting, the sooner I get to."

"Babysit the kid. Yeah, we heard you the first time," Dante chuckled, clearly enjoying every minute of Celestia's discomfort.

As the banter continued, Celestia tried to ignore the growing gnaw of anxiety in her chest. She'd heard all the talk about Lucian's supposed claim to her throne, about the mafia's underground dealings, and yet, it all felt like a tangled web. With every passing second, she wondered if she was making the right decision. Was she ready for the weight of the crown or had she already lost her way in the chaos?

Lyra, sensing the sudden shift in the atmosphere, straightened up. "Celestia, you good?"

Celestia nodded sharply, willing herself back into focus. "We're going to need a strategy. This isn't just about power. It's about keeping it and making sure we don't tear each other apart."

Draven's eyes narrowed as he approached. "You have a plan for dealing with Lucian and Dante? Because I've been watching both of them, and they're playing a dangerous game."

"Which is why we need to be two steps ahead." Celestia's eyes met Lucian's. "Lucian doesn't just want my throne. He wants the bloodline."

Lucian, who had been silent up until that moment, chuckled darkly. "And what exactly is so wrong with wanting what's rightfully mine?"

Celestia's response was quick, but measured. "You don't get to steal what isn't yours."

The two locked eyes, a silent challenge passing between them. There was history there, something deeper than Celestia could even understand, but she wasn't about to let Lucian intimidate her.

"Enough," Dante suddenly interjected, stepping forward with a wild grin on his face. "This is getting way too serious for my taste. We came here to talk, not have a staring contest. So, let's wrap this up. What's it going to be, Celestia? The throne or chaos?"

"The throne, obviously," Celestia said, her voice unwavering. She could feel the weight of everyone's expectations on her, but at that moment, she wasn't just the queen of the supernatural world. She was Celestia Moonviel-warrior, survivor, leader. And she wasn't backing down.

"Alright, then. But this isn't going to be easy," Dante said, suddenly serious. "We all have our roles to play. I have my influence in the underground. Lyra, you've got your network. Draven, you've got your strength. And Lucian..." He turned toward the vampire king. "You've got your old bloodline connections. So let's not waste time."

The tension in the room was palpable, but there was a spark of something else-something that could either save them or destroy them. Celestia could feel it in the air. The choice was hers. And it was time to make it.

Before she could respond, an explosion shook the room.

"What the hell?" Lyra shouted, her eyes wide as she jumped to her feet. Dante immediately reached for a hidden gun beneath his jacket.

"What the hell was that?" Draven growled, his vampire senses already on alert.

Celestia's heart raced. She wasn't sure if it was an attack or just bad luck, but one thing was certain. Whoever was behind this, they were making their move.

"Get ready," Celestia said, voice icy. "This is just the beginning."

A low growl echoed from the shadows, and Celestia's eyes snapped to the door as a figure stepped forward-a figure she knew all too well.

It was Vincent.

"Nice of you to join the party," Dante sneered. "Did you bring the fireworks?"

Vincent's dark eyes gleamed with malice. "The fireworks are just beginning, Dante. And Celestia? You're about to find out what happens when you piss off the wrong people."

The room fell silent as the supernatural forces inside the estate began to shift. The mafia and the vampire court were about to collide, and Celestia was right in the middle of it.