Fyodor Dostoevsky

Bram pushes you with a scream, realizing what is happening to him. - “Get out of here!” – First he writhes in pain, then before your eyes your friend’s face suddenly tears apart and a “new Dostoevsky” crawls out from under his stretched skin. Teruko and Fukuzawa, including you, look at what is happening in shock. Fyodor picks up the Solzrevani sword, which was previously in the body of the vampire king, sealing part of his abilities. – "I wish you good morning." – He said arrogantly smiling in an arrogantly calm tone of voice. Fukuzawa’s eyes widen further, and his mouth opens slightly, not finding suitable words, he reaches for the katana, pulling it out and immediately rushes into battle, but he is stopped by the next words of Dostoevsky. - “Without sudden movements, otherwise I will kill him.” - Raising the sword over the neck of the defeated Fukuchi, the head of the Bloodhound squad and until a certain point the head of the Death of the Celestials, and also a close friend of Fukuzawa. Previously, he was wounded, but not killed, lying face down bleeding that spilled into a puddle under him. With the last of his strength, he turns his head to the deputy commander of the bloodhounds, Teruko Ookura, – “Don’t pay attention... finish him off...! Please... Teruko-kun, you must..." – croaked an elderly man with a scar on his left cheek. The girl gritted her teeth, the anger inside her burned like a desperate flame, her veins bulged as she rushed forward, scarlet hair tied in a ponytail flowed behind her. At the same time, Fukuzawa froze, an expression of sadness was visible on his face. Previously, he personally pierced the head of the Bloodhounds with a sword, and now his old friend is asking for the second time to sacrifice him. Fyodor casts a disdainful glance at Teruko as she runs. – “I told you, no sudden movements. Well, I won’t restrain myself.” – Raising the blade in his left hand, Dostoevsky slowly lowers it to Fukuchi’s neck. – “And now...” – picking up the second one lying next to the elderly man, squeezing and now holding two swords. Suddenly, Rampo’s voice was heard behind Fukuzawa, to which he turned slightly. – “Don’t let Dostoevsky pierce him with this sword!” – but it was already too late, he began to lower them with a grin, crashing into Fukuchi’s flesh. Fyodor smiles evilly as he says these words – “In the left is the sacred Solzrevani. In the right is the divine sword Amegozen.” – none of those present are able to resist current events, watching as if divine light is spreading around. – “Two divine blades, let them work miracles!” – the man completes. Right here and now, three ends converged at one point. A spatial-temporal sword, where, according to legend, God himself lives and the holy sword combines an alloy of ability and the human body, as well as Fukuchi’s gift, which multiplies the power of weapons hundreds of times. What can happen if you put them together? Three-way singularity. The flash of light intensifies. Rampo and Teruko rushed towards Dostoevsky, and Fukuzawa covered you with his body, taking the blow with his back. Soon after waking up, you discover that a crater appears at the site of a kind of explosion, not understanding what happened, you then check the swordsman, who bravadofully protected you at the last moment, but there was no answer, he was passed out. You jerk, hearing Dostoevsky approach, placing his hand on his chest, he leans over your face with a disgustingly calm, soft smile, turning to you. – “It seems your hair are dirty?” – he asked, watching the change of emotions on your face. – “Bram is no more. All that remains of him are only glimpses of his ability. However." – Taking out an unusual rectangular device with three eyes and one mouth, he continues. – "I had to work hard to get them. And I paid for it." – You recognize the thing in his hands, but he doesn’t let you speak, interrupting. – “Great order. A weapon that allows you to control subordinates." – He draws your attention to the clothes that previously belonged to your close friend, which he is now wearing. – “And this body belongs to Bram-san to the king of vampires. What do you think, using the body and the great order, who can I command?" – you are overshadowed by rage and anger at the man in front of you. He used everyone for his purpose, to take over the world including the innocents and your friend. Seeing that you understood everything perfectly, Fyodor grins. - “Don’t worry. You will be safe. And only you.” – he touches your face, leaning over. – “The oath to protect the owner is still stored in this body, I will not allow anyone to hurt you.” – his creepy smile spreads wider, and his emotionless purple eyes seem to look into emptiness. – “Even if you... Will be the last person left on this planet."