The first Vampire that was summoned… wasn't even originally a vampire. Blake couldn't believe his eyes, the same way he once saw Saphira emerge out of the magic circle. This person… this small, annoying-looking old green-skinned man, with a sharp and long nose, long ears, and angered-looking yellow eyes, alongside a long, white beard, was someone that marked Blake and Eleanora's early life.
He was someone that gave them an opportunity to grow stronger, someone that took care of them when nobody did, someone that gave them food and shelter. Despite being annoying, always screaming, angered, and overly cranky… Without this old man, Asmodeus and Eleanora might have ended dying on the streets, like nothing but rats.
This was the man that put them both into shape, taught them the principles of Ki Manipulation, and also Martial Arts. In the corner of an old and abandoned street filled with dangerous thugs and thieves, there was a small and old dojo in ruins, which nobody ever visited.
By chance, the two of them when they were very young landed there, freezing in the night. Before the two children were to wake up the next morning, they found themselves sleeping in a warm bed, with the smell of food in the background. This was the day their lives changed.
Even after everything he went through, even after the things he accomplished, and even after his own death and then reincarnation, within the inheritor of his memories and strength, Blake, he still remembered him.
"Hmph, what the heck kind of place is this?" The cranky old goblin said, looking around. "One second I was dying on the streets and now I am… in some kind of demon-infested battlefield- Huh? And who the heck are you kid?"
"Old man, you can't recognize me?" Asked Blake. "Even after I've changed a lot, even after I died, I am still me, deep down, perhaps."
"…Asmodeus?" The old goblin didn't take too long to immediately recognize his disciple.
His aura, his personality, his mannerism, his voice…. It all was like him, that young vampire kid that constantly trained to almost death every day, that wanted to be strong, to change his fate and that of the people around him. The one he gave up his own life so he could continue living…
"Y-You…" The old man groaned.
"Old man…" Blake smiled.
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT! I sacrificed myself there and you come and tell me you died and reincarnated as a goddamn human now?!" Roared the cranky old man, suddenly summoning a wooden stick and beginning to beat Blake with it.
"Hahahaha! You're as cranky as ever! I wouldn't had liked it any other way!" Said Blake. "It is nice to meet you once more, Master Woo."
"Tch, damn kid." Sighed Woo. "And where the heck am I right now? Give me a brief explanation at least- Ah, my back doesn't hurt anymore! What is this new body? I still look old as hell but I feel younger!"
"You're a spirit now, so you don't even have bones." Laughed Blake.
"Spirit?!" Woo reacted.
"You should figure it out by yourself soon enough. Every spirit receives some information as they're summoned. Also, look, there's a subordinate there you never meet." Blake said. "He's one of the many I had."
The second figure that was summoned was much taller and strong-looking than the little goblin grandpa. It had gray fur all over his body, the face of an angered and rabid wolf. A single red eye and the other covered in an eyepatch, black leather clothes, and two knives. His size was of three meters, and perhaps a bit taller.
He was a Werewolf, one of the few that served Asmodeus back then. And nobody else than the Leader of the Werewolf Clan within the Planet of Astoria, the third planet Asmodeus ever visited after freeing his own from its corrupt government.
"This place… Ah… Who…?" He felt slightly confused. He was often times laughed at for being slightly slow at catching up.
"Welcome back, Fang." Said Blake with a smile. "It has been a while, my old friend."
"Huh? You… Asmodeus? What happened…?" Fang wondered, looking at his own clothes and then noticing an old man at his side.
"So this is your subordinate? A freaking dog?" Asked Woo.
"His name is Fang, the Leader of the Werewolves of the Planet of Astoria. I led a liberation war to free his planet with his tribes' help." Said Blake. "We were comrades in arms."
And then, the information came, flowing into their minds. It informed them of their deaths, made their memories clearer, and more importantly, it made them realize the situation at hand.
Although the old man didn't kneeled, Fang did so, prostrating himself before the young human kid immediately after realizing he was the reincarnation of his master.
"Master Asmodeus, it is an honor to be able to serve you once more, even after death!" He said excitedly, wagging his tail. "T-This is a God-given opportunity! I cannot believe that stupid Lucifer did something so foolish! Hahahaha! We'll crush him! AWOOOOOOO!"
"Tch, so I am now your goddamn spirit and there's this dumb dog now too. At least I am relieved Eleanora's here safe and sound." Sighed Woo. "However, that we are fighting something like an Archdemon is no good though, and your little pet over there's already bursting to pieces."
Frost fell into the floor one last time, and then finally started to dissipate into particles of light. The gigantic Beelzebub glared at Blake with a furious aura of wrath…
"Yeah, everyone else is doing their best by fighting the demons, do you two think you can lend me a hand?" Asked Blake.
"For sure, my liege." Said Fang, nodding and immediately unleashing a powerful Beast Aura, a unique power the Werebeasts of the Planet of Astoria possessed. "{Spirit of the Wolf King}!"
A gigantic aura resembling an enormous wolf emerged behind Fang, howling loudly.
"Heh, what a showy power." Sighed Woo. "Watch and learn, kid. {37 Meridians Release}!"
CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!
The old man suddenly hit several areas of his body, opening Meridians that made him overflow with ridiculous quantities of Ki! So much Ki that it was overflowing, resembling an endless sea of sparkling gold!
"Good, we're ready then." Blake nodded. "Let's do it."