Author's Note

This is the part where we got finally to the closure of the human part of the story before the pony part. I apologize for making that long four chapters. But sometimes, my creativity and expectations from the plots can be a hassle.

This chapter is the longest one I ever written in one day and boy if that was exhausting.

Also, if you had noticed Romulus, Remus, Sylvia, and other Undead Knight's characters' dialogue being a little bit erroneous is because had taken note from the ones from the original game.

Anyway, any feedback, critics or opinions is still welcome. If there are some errors or think that is lazy writing, your are free to say so.

Wretched Execution (EDITED FOR PLOT HOLES)

After the destruction of Dracoon, the Undead Knights marched toward the land of Cavalier, where their finally satiate their vengeance. They went through Altalia Citadel and fought the multiple waves of knights of King Gladys, who are now nothing more than fanatical worshipers of Queen Fatima.

While the battle raged on the outside, Walken had already stepped inside Cavalier Castle before them and explored the very depths beneath it. In contrast to the walls of the castle, the place a cave that almost resembled the inside of a demonic living being, with a blue landscape of bone and vivid veins. The floor seemed made of ice. It was very cold, just like the Void. As that wasn't enough, he found his path blocked by the cultist knights of Fatima. They rushed furiously, but were then instantly cut into pieces by him.

After some minutes, he reached the bottom of it. In that grim, demonic place, there was the so called Holy Tree, which in reality was a pale-azure demonic one, with it's red, pulsing fruits on it. Walken mentally assumed it's form being a crude satire of what the fanatics were worshiping.

"So that is the tree, huh," Walken commented. "I guess that was the part where climax of the story of the Bloods will be consumed." He paused. "Not that I even care about that."

"I knew I wasn't the only one in this story," A female voice said.

Walken went wide-eyed. "That voice...!"

Walken turned around to see the speaker, only to find none other than Queen Fatima herself, walking toward him. She was sporting a tiara made of flowers and white, regal dress that made her look like more of a saint than just the queen that she is.

"You must be the Beast's herald," Fatima said calmly as she stopped a few inches away from him, looking at her with interest. "Yet I don't perceive any of his powers from you," She tilted her head. "Could that be reason why he sent the Bloods against me and not you?"

"None of your damn business, Maria Fatima." Walken replied, sternly.

"Is that so?" Fatima inquired, ignoring his tone as she took other few steps toward him. "Say, that name you had used now... Did my unfaithful daughter Johanna talked to you?"

"She hated you to death, with all her tempered might and passion," Walken replied. "Especially since your brother killed her friend."

"Is curious," Fatima stated. "You are the Beast's herald and yet you are so different from him. I can't still believe that my daughter felt sympathy for you. However, as much as we hate to admit, we have the same enemy in common. Think about-"

"I know you are going to do," Walken interrupted. "You are going to pull out the 'we are not so different' card. And let me tell you: Compared to you, I have my own reason to go against my master. But lets talking about you. What do you expect me to do? Forge some alliance with you?"

"You are not the type to side with me," Fatima responded. "However, Brutus, I'm not interested in you. But rather in your future."

"I'm not following your logic." Walken said perplexed.

"I know very well about that secret weapons of your but," Fatima paused. "Once you had killed your master... What you are going to do? Becoming the new beast or continuing my work in your style?"

"....... None of the two," Walken retorted. "I just want to seize his powers or means to get what I want."

Not wanting to add anything else, Walken shoved aside Fatima without even considering her status and powers, and walked away from her, headed toward the exit.

"Make no mistakes," Fatima warned. "I am not his only enemy. If you think about me being free from it's clutches, you should at least consider that he was considering to keep a eye on you from the very start."

Walken stopped in front of the exit. "So?"

"Let me ask you one last thing," Fatima asked. "What if the Bloods will come for you?"

Taunted by her question, Walken turned his head toward Fatima, giving her a glare, reinforced by a visage filled with a grim determination. The queen understood that he made up his mind but found that a little distasteful for her tastes. Walken looked back at his path.

"I will fight them and seize their powers as well," Walken responded seriously. "As for you, you can go straight to hell, mad bitch."

With this last insult, Walken went outside the room and disappeared from the sight of Fatima, who looked disappointed and yet she didn't felt any difference. Once outside, Walken nonchalantly leaved the cave, ignoring the sliced bodies of his enemies and being about to leave the castle for the grand finale.

"Time to get ready for the climax."

The Undead Knights stormed inside Cavalier Castle and they made a very brutal work of their enemies. They ended up fighting their resurrected enemies, the royal guards, facing the enigmatic Jester and fought the now undead King Gladys, who asked nothing to be putted out of his misery. The Bloods granted his wish. Sylvia in particular was deeply shaken by the horrifying condition in which his father was and has another reason to want Fatima's death.

They eventually reached Fatima in the very depth of the castle, being nothing but a cave almost resembling the Void. In that grim, demonic place, there was the so called Holy Tree, which in reality was a pale-azure demonic one, with it's red, pulsing fruits on it. She merged with the tree, becoming a horrid monstrosity named Yggdrasill. After a fierce fight, Fatima was left horribly mutilated and being about to die in agony, but not before having told the a very disgusting truth.

The Beast, their own benefactor, was their real enemy. She even gave a stone that allowed them to live out of their masters' grasp before dying to her own wounds. The devil spoke in their minds and reminded them their real place, only for them to turn their back on him and using the stone to free themselves from his influence in defiance. The only downside was that they are now haunted what they had done in the name of vengeance, from both the Void and the rest of the world. Angered, the Beast gave them his own chilling ultimatum.

"Grah!!! Soon or later you'll die again-- and guess where you'll end up then?" The Beast warned furiously. "I'll be sure to keep a spot nice and warm for you!"

But they didn't cared at all. Atonement was their only reason to live now. They will die by fighting the Beast's forces in an act of defiance as part of their attempt to pay for what they had done.

Unbeknownst to them, Walken watched the whole thing from the Void. He felt very nervous about what he was about to do, but then reminded himself to remain to true to his intention. Fear is not contemplated.

Days after the death of Fatima, in the cave of the Void where he met the Beast for the first time, Walken made his first move. Suppressing his nervousness, he walked toward the crooked gate and entered inside. His blood steadily chilled as he was getting closer, and he know why. That was the Beast he was going to fight and the tremendous power that he was perceiving from him was enough to stagger his conviction. But this time, his grim determination had mostly replaced his own fear.

Walken entered inside the gates and found himself being in the most absurd place possible. In contrast to the cold and yet volcanic cave, the room almost resembled majestic cathedral. The air was rarefied and there was no temperature.There was no chair or any religious furniture in his way and there was no window. The floor, the columns and the walls were mostly composed of granite. Vines made of human bone wrapped around the columns and the ceiling a seemingly endless void.

On the other side of the cathedral, he found the Beast, standing in front of a water fountain nearby the altar. He was silent, just like the room. Walken walked toward him, putting aside any doubt or hesitation. His heart was beating rapidly but managed to keep the sound of his breath at low volume. He stopped at the center of the place, waiting for his former master's answer. He didn't made him wait.

"So you killed off Dagon, disappeared from my watch and then dared to return," The Beast said bluntly before turning his horrid figure toward him. "You know, contrary to the Bloods who dared to defy me in the last moment, you were the one I had expected most, Brutus."

Walken glared at him. "You know that I never trusted you in the first place."

"You forgot that was I the one who saved you from the death." The Beast retorted.

"As your mercenary," Walken replied. "You never had considered to give me a normal life in exchange for my loyalty toward you and a cheap task like make sure that the Bloods succeeded in killing Queen Fatima. And before you ask that question, yes, I have choices."

"You had grown very arrogant," The Beast said annoyed. " After that woman, Joahnna Fatima, confided you the existence of a weapon with the power to destroy me. If I wasn't able to detect your presence in Dracoon, that means you have that in your possession already."

"I presume that you had checked the library in Rodengarde castle after I had remove the object." Walken guessed.

"Tell me... Is this the part where you fight me?" The Beast demanded before making a disturbing grin.

"No, you asshole. Is your execution!"

"You won't have the time."

Before Walken can do anything, everything around him went completely dark.

Confused, he looked around but couldn't see a thing. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything that he was repeatedly hit in the head by some unseen hand, constantly striking him like a hammer. The storm of blows stopped after a brief time, followed by a single, heavy hit in his stomach. Feeling something rising from his throat, Walken ended up vomiting something. His own blood. Brutally battered and dizzied with an unbearable headache, the brunette boy fell backwards, but was then grasped by something. He couldn't see that but he could feel something rocky pressuring on his head. His body was lifted very high.

Then, the darkness around him vanished but could barely see anything due to the granite fingers partially his sight.

Walken realized too late that he was actually grabbed by the Beast's granitic hand and was lifted above his sight. The Beast brought the boy's face toward him and stared at him with his blue liquid, gushing, cyan eyes. The demon put his other hand on Walken's mantle and pulled out the big sack. As the creature stared at it, the sack suddenly burned in red flames, revealing the blue-marine crystal irradiating it's own light. The Beast growled irritated for that bright.

"So this is the Scourge of the Emptiness," The Beast said. "Your so called weapon. Now wonder you were looking for that. It's power is disgustingly diminishing me... But unluckily for you, is not this powerful enough to suppress my power. Only close."

"Are you... Kidding me!?" Walken said shocked.

"You will pay at full price for having even thought to kill me!" The Beast said furiously. "However, once I had destroyed you, you won't even join the Bloods in the hell that I will put them into."

"You damn... prick." Walken said in defiance.

"You were right about one thing," The Beast replied. "I won't had granted your wish. You see? You will be my next vessel after my death."

Walken eyes went-eyed, "WHAT!?"

"Let me explain one thing. I may be powerful, but one day, mankind will have finally found the way to get ride of me. As much I was trying to delay that, it will eventually come. That fact was utterly proven by two thing. The first one being Dracoon's developing the Scourge of Emptiness, and the second one was Queen Maria Fatima's attempt to control me and the void. If she wasn't that insane, she would had used the power of the Void to study a way to put a halt to it."

"Are you... telling me...?"

"Yes. That is where you came into play," The Beast responded. "What I had to do is to consume your soul and conserve your now demonic body in depth of the Void. And when I would had been finally took down, I will take possession of your body. Then, I will wait the time they had forgotten me to start a new scheme. As for your soul... You won't exist in anymore."

Walken's heart stopped upon hearing the last part. He had heard of many forms of fate worse than death, but he never thought to find himself facing his existence being erased. Walken can tell the worst part was coming but refused to believe that. After what he had endured in his past life, being screwed over in this new one and then disappear was unacceptable. His anger didn't took so much to become this evident in both his face and voice.

"Don't screw with me!!" Walken screamed.

"You are not in position to bark, Brutus," The Beast retorted angered. "Because you will be the one who is going to face the execution. And just to make sure that your hope will be crushed, I'm going to destroy your weapon first."

The Beast closed the hand holding the crystal and crushed it into pieces in front of Walken's eyes. In that moment, a immense cyan light suddenly exploded from his hand. The explosion overwhelmed the Beast but not the brunette boy, whose head was released by the demon's grasp loosening and left to fall on the floor.

Walken didn't know what happened, but he heard the Beast letting out a horrible scream of pain accompanied by raging, shrilling ghastly wails as the light diminished with the pass of time. As he rose up, Walken witnessed a very astounding scene.

The Beast was knelling on the floor and his scream steadily loosing strength, engulfed by a vortex of blood as the azure, raging ghosts who were composing his horrific body shrilling. Their spectral appearance started to melt into his body, slowly turning into into a solid layer of living flesh, silencing their voices for good. The vortex dissolved into rusty, scarlet dust, leaving a defenseless demon, being now made of gruesome flash rather than a coil of furious souls. He struggled to get up but himself too weak to even move.

Walken smirked cruelly upon seeing that as he materialized his long cleaver on his hand and approached the creature.

"My powers..." The Beast murmured incredulous.

Walken got closer to him.

"I can't feel them." The Beast added.

And stopped nearby him.

"Well... That was unexpected." Walken said mockingly.

"What... Have you... DONE!?" The Beast screamed in rage as he tried to punch him with his still granitic hand, only for his former herald to dodge him immediately and cut off his flesh arm, which didn't spurred any blood at all. "GRRAAAAAAAAH!!!"

"Hey, don't blame me. You had done this by yourself." Walken countered.

The Beast clutched his teeth to resist his pain and glared furiously at him. "YOU LITTLE BASTARD!!"

The devil tried to punch him again with his other hand, but Walken easily evaded it cut off his other arm, causing him to scream even more. And to add another humiliation to him, the boy sliced it's leg without sever them, just to incapacitate him.

Walken took a few steps back and watched the once feared creature now being reduced at a moaning, maimed beast. Fed-up, the Beast stopped moaning, replacing them with growls.

"You think you can't get away from me... After that unforgivable act of yours!!?" The Beast shouted.

"I don't expect anything." Walken replied calmly.

"You had actually destroyed the possibility to return to your own world and live a normal life in your way," The Beast pointed out. "I was the only one who can fulfill that wish."

Walken spit on him, twice. "You bring up this fact only when is useful to you. Just like the Blood's vengeance."

"I should had devoured your soul when I had the opportunity. When I had brought you into the Void I said that I had bestowed my powers to you, but that was actually a lie. Your powers doesn't came from me. It was bestowed to you by someone from another world. someone far more sinister than me."

".... Who?"

"Neither I don't know his identity." The Beast said. "Still, don't even think you will came out of there unpunished. Remember Johanna's dead friend Kardus? I had resurrected him and her dead mother as monster and sent them against the Bloods."

"So what?" Walken asked, not getting the logic behind his words.

"There's the kicker," The Beast smiled cruelly. "Before they died, they implanted memories inside the mind of the Bloods. Memories of you using Dagon's spell to send Romulus into an uncontrollable rage. And guess what is going on now! They are coming for you!"

Walken looked at him with a slightly surprised, but then made a sinister smile at as he leaned closer to the Beast's face, much to his confusion.

"I don't care." Walken said gleefully.

"And what about your wish!? How do you even think to realize your wish without me!?" The Beast ragingly pointed out.

"I will find a way." Walken replied calmly as he put his left hand on the monsters shoulder and prepared his cleaver to impale him.

"WAIT!" The Beast shouted.

"AVE, CESARE!!" Walken proclaimed as he thrusted his weapon inside the Beast's heart and let him squirm a moment before retrieving it back.

Walken recoiled, taking the distance from the demon, who started to convulse uncontrollably at an increasing speed. Then he roared as his body suddenly exploded into a pillar of red flames who consumed his body and shrunk in dimensions before disappearing, leaving only a puddle of black slime. He felt a little disgusted, but under a second look, he found that very appropriated end for his manipulator.

"You had fucked with the wrong guy for the last time."

But contrary to his proclamation, Walken knew that his former benefactor was right. He was left alone, with no specter of a hint about how he can get his wish. Then, he recalled something that the Beast said to him earlier.

"If the Beast knew my name and was able to save my soul... That means that he was somehow able to bring me in this world from my own. There's no way he could had lied to me. Otherwise I won't be here in this moment."

"There must be something in this place that I can use. This place must be his sanctuary. I can fell a enormous energy engulfing this place, almost similar to that of the Beast itself. And I better find a way to acquire that power before the Undead Knights will get there."

Ignoring the pain of the injuries, Walken scanned the cathedral, finding for a point to start his research. He glanced at the fountain from before. He walked toward it and looked inside. At first there was his own reflection in the water, which face looked very battered, with his face being partially blood covered. Walken was grateful to his demonic endurance. Nothing happened in that moment.

Then, just when Walken was about to look away, his reflection disappeared, replaced by a series of images illustrating a scene, just like a movie. Walken didn't know what was going on until he realized what he was seeing.

"No... Not that scene."

The scene that appeared in the water was the moment in which he died in the explosion in front of his family, in his own world. As the explosion died off, everything went black. Walken thought that being the end, until the scene began to illustrate something else. What was showing to him was the aftermath of that tragedy. After his own funeral, Phillia was incarcerated into a criminal psychiatric hospital. As for his parents, they gave up their position as the headmasters of their own school out of guilt and moved away from their home due to the society ostracize them.

Walken understood that the fountain was showing what he wanted to see. For a moment, he felt satisfaction to see Phillia and the parents who had supported her horrible practices getting what they deserved. It lasted for a moment, until guilt bitten him. Walken hated to admit but as much as he hated his own family for having mistreated him, he wasn't so different from Phillia. He realized to had become someone much worse than her, if not even crueler.

But that wasn't over yet. The scene continued, showing what happened in the following years after that. Walken's face contorted in shocked dismay. He expected Phillia to had at least paid for her crimes. Instead, she got was released for a good conduct and came to live with his parents in their new home, far away from the society until the scandal died off. She wasn't even pretending. Phillia actually admitted her responsibility for her own crimes and, unexpected to him, she got cured. She got better and so are his parents. They felt guilty for the damage that they had done to him. They really missed him. After that, the image vanished, gave their place back to his reflection, showing his awfully shocked face.

Walken took a few steps back, taken aback from what he saw. He wanted to deny what he had saw but a part of him was telling him the awful truth. What he saw was a mockery to him. He refused to accept that. For what he got, the fountain showed him what was happening to his family. He saw them getting better and getting out of the mud in which they putted themselves into.

And the only catalyze of their own change of life... Was his own death.

"Are you... Fucking... KIDDING ME!!?" Walken screamed incredulous, being almost on the verge of insanity. "Are you telling me... That Phillia, my own hated and disgusting sister ended up becoming a better person? And that she got to live almost happily with our parents? With no consequences?.... Are you telling that they get to live their own lives... BUT NO ME!!?"

Trembling for the outburst, Walked closed his hands into fists. He felt insulted like he never was in his life. He seemed about to explode in anger when he stopped trembling and remained still for a moment. He then cackled, and the cackle became a chuckle. And after that, Walken laughed madly, louder and louder. His voice echoed through the cathedral, refusing to stop.

That laugh lasted for a few moments until it was interrupted by a ferocious voice.

"BRUTUS!!"

Hearing that, Walken instantly stopped and turned around to see Romulus, Remus and Sylvia. They were standing in front of him, with no marked zombie on their side. They didn't need that. Walken know why they came and what they want from him. He know they want to kill him but remain looked at them with an impassive expression.

"Oh... You." Walken said calmly.

"You know why we are here," Romulus said menacingly. "You were the one who putted me in a rampage and made me kill Sylvia!... And my brother!"

Walken didn't respond.

"Why you don't say anything?" Romulus asked.

Walken still doesn't respond.

"And where is your master?" Romulus inquired impatiently. "He's much of a coward to come and face us?!"

"I guess you are a coward too." Remus said.

"You don't have even the courage to speak after what you have done to Romulus?" Sylvia demanded.

"The Beast...? Your vengeance...?" Walken said with a half smile, much to Blood's confusion. "...Honestly... I don't care of any of that anymore."

"Are you making fun of us?" Remus asked irritated.

"Wait, Remus," Sylvia said. "There's something wrong-"

"I'LL KILL YOU WITH MY OWN HANDS!!" Romulus roared as he rushed at him with his huge, demonic sword, ready to cut him down.

As the Romulus' sword was getting closer to him, Walken parried the blow his hand and shoved his shoulder at him, sending him to fly toward a granite wall. Refusing to lose his grip on his sword, Romulus crashed and collapsed on the ground with it.

Sylvia immediately charged toward the boy and attacked him with her scythe from his left. Walken blocked it's blade with his own free hand and grinned a second before pulling the scythe toward him, dragging Sylvia in his direction. As she got closer on him, he back handed her head and propelled her away from him. She ended up briefly rolling on the floor, with her scythe falling from her hand.

Walken then turned his attention at Remus, who was running with great agility toward him, armed with his long swords. Approaching the boy, Remus swung his blades at him, but end up missing him as Walken jumped above him and landed behind him. Before Remus can even react, Walken struck him in the back with a kick, making him fall. His long swords fell from his hands.

The Bloods recovered from his counters and picked up their weapons. Their turned their eyes toward Walken, who, strangely for them, was doing nothing. He wasn't even attempting to exploit their moment of vulnerability. He just watched them.

"Enough games!" Romulus shouted. "What is your gimmick!?"

"He's making fun of us?" Remus inquired.

"I don't even think is taking us seriously." Sylvia replied.

"Nope, I know how serious you can be," Walken said. "But you know what, screw it." He paused. "You want to know where is your hated enemy first?" He grinned madly. "Too bad, you had mangle me first."

Irritated by his behavior, the Bloods rushed toward him, this time going for a coordinated assault. However, as much they tried and as much power they had unleashed, they couldn't land a hit on Walken, not even in the slightest. At every attack, Walken countered, repelled or parried every attack they tried launch on him. The Bloods ended up being repelled away from him.

"My turn." Walken said as he dashed toward Sylvia at very startling speed, being about to swung his long cleaver at him.

Romulus blocked his attack while Remus tried to attack Walken from behind. The brunette boy dodged the blow by moving away at the same absurd speed he came, leaving Remus' swords accidentally clashing against Romulus' weapon. Having distanced himself away from them, Walken pointed his hand at them and opened a small portal in front of him. He shot multiple, blood colored spears inside of it.

Warned by their own demonic perception, Undead Knights looked above and saw the blood colored spears raining down upon their heads. Romulus protected Sylvia and Remus with his body, taking all of the bullets that exploded in scarlet pillars of energy. He grunted for the devastating blows that were inflicted on him.

"Brother!" Remus shouted.

"Romulus, are you nuts!?" Sylvia inquired upset.

"I'm fine... It's ok." Romulus reassured.

Exploiting their distraction, Walken charged toward them and instantly approached them, ready to cut Romulus down. Having noticed that, Romulus blocked his cleaver and charged his huge sword with his demonic energy. He then pulled his blade back and launched a furious flaming slash at him while shouting furiously.

Walken dodged the blow, but didn't had the time to move away that Romulus promptly impaled his sword through his stomach, almost reaching his heart. That act was then joined by Sylvia and Remus stabbing him from behind.

The brunette boy stopped moving, paralyzed by both the pain and the his heart being pierced. His life, like his oxygen and his blood, began to slipping away from him. Walken looked dumbfounded at his currently impaled body and then glanced at Romulus' demonic serious face.

Walken was left baffled by that, if not a little dismayed upon feeling his second death coming.

"To be honest... I wasn't actually thinking to throw away my life. Shit... I made some miscalculation... So... This is Game Over for me." Walken thought.

"You got what really deserve. Now do yourself a favor and die already, demon." Romulus said mercilessly.

"Eheheheheh... Well done," Walken said weakly and then coughed blood out of his mouth. "But first... Let me confide you a secret."

Without any warning, Walken raised pointed his hand at them and unleashed a wave of violet energy that got through their heads. A memory flashed in front of them. They could see the memory implanted by the Beast being overwritten by another one, revealing that Dagon was the one who intended to put Romulus into a rampage that killed Sylvia and Remus, and not Walken. And much to their surprise, they also discovered that Walken had merely hijacked that.

"No..." Romulus said incredulous. "That cannot be..."

The Bloods looked shocked for that revelation, having a hard time to accept what happened. Reluctantly, they pulled their weapons out of Walken's body, leaving him fall on the floor. The brunette boy was laying on the ground, with his blood gushing out of his wounds. Due to his demonic powers, his bleed was slowed down, but cannot prevent his incoming end.

"That's...?" Sylvia looked confused until she realized something. "We were tricked. The Beast implanted a false memory on us. Brutus would had told us that and yet... No."

"Sylvia, what's wrong?" Remus asked.

"I got the reason why Brutus took credit for something that he never done," Sylvia said disturbed. "I don't know if that is true, but I think he actually wanted us to kill him."

"What!?" Romulus exclaimed.

"Wait." Remus said, awfully confused. "Are you telling me that he actually us to kill him?"

"I'm not that stupid to even die without... Picking up... A fight..." Walken said weakly before coughing blood. "But seriously, doesn't that even matter?"

"What did you do this?" Romulus questioned. "What is your game? What does a servant of the Beast like you expected to gain from that!?"

Walken made a faint smile as the sight and his sense began to forsake him. But he had not fear, nor even felt satisfaction. Only resignation.

"I just had hijacked Dagon's spell in order to force the Beast to pull out something to pin the blame on me. In that case, I could had lured them to the Beast and helped them to fight him. But what I had really wanted was to steal their powers and studying them since is part of the Beast, which was able to take my soul from another dimension... Too bad."

"I thought you came for the... big one," Walken said as his senses and his sight started to forsake him. "What is even the point to worry for me?"

"The Beast... Where is he?" Romulus demanded.

The answers came by itself as the room began to shake. A brief earthquake occurred in that moment. Then something emerged from the puddle of black slime. A big giant demonic arm came out from it, followed by another one. Then a huge, demonic, gruesome, feral head slowly emerged, dragging himself toward the Undead Knights and the dying Walken.

"DID I MISSED YOUUUUUU!!!?" The creature said with the deformed, cacophonous, demonic voice.

"You bastard!" Romulus shouted.

"Is really... The Beast!?" Remus demanded, a little intimidated by that.

"That must be it. Is a demon after all," Sylvia pointed out.

"I never thought your face was this ugly," Romulus commented.

"YOU WON'T LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO DEFY ME ANY FURTHER, MY INSOLENT CHILDREN!!" The Beast retorted.

"We don't care. As I said before, we are going to fight you and whatever shit you start!" Romulus proclaimed.

Walken looked surprised to see the Beast having returned in a new disgusting form. But at that point he didn't cared about what was going on in that moment. The sight of the fight that was about to began faded away in the dark as he felt his bit of life dying off.

"Have fun..." Walken said gleefully a moment before dying for real.

Everything was engulfed by darkness. Then silence took over. And then, there was the oblivion.