Strongest Warlock - Wizard World Irregular

"Mortals really are interesting," Ashmedai said before swirling the cup of wine in his hand. "Isn\'t that right, Vlad?"

The Vampire Progenitor, who was also holding a glass filled not with wine but blood, nodded.

"So, this is the child you\'ve been raising secretly, huh?" Vlad inquired. "Aren\'t you worried I might spread this information to others?"

"I\'m not worried in the slightest," Ashmedai answered casually. "I only invited you here so that we can ensure that your son and my precious vessel will not kill each other, yes?"

"I really pity Balthazar\'s lot for making a pact with you."

"Oh, come on. Him and his family signing a pact with me is the best thing that happened in their lives."

The Vampire Progenitor didn\'t agree or disagree with Ashemdai\'s words.

Balthazar Valentin was one of the few individuals Vlad had recognized among mortals.

Even now, the previous Demon Lord of Midgard was busy protecting their lands in the Lands of Saraqael.

Since the Vampires, the Demons, and the Archdevils were allies, they made it a point to prevent large-scale conflict between their forces.

Godfrey and Ethan were the respective Champions of the Vampire Progenitor and Ashemdai.

As such, although they would allow the two to beat the crap out of each other, they would lay down the groundwork to prevent their deaths from happening.

The last thing they wanted to happen was for their two factions to start a war against each other, especially since it would be something that they could prevent.

Right now, Ashmedai and Vlad had their hands full with the Progenitors from other planes of existence.

Erras, who was currently imprisoned in Ashmedai\'s Domain, was a bargaining chip that Ashmedai could use to strike a deal with the Progenitors of Chaos, who were one of their most persistent enemies.

"Still, who do you think will win?" Ashmedai asked.

"My son, of course," Vlad replied before taking a sip of the blood in his glass. "There\'s no competition."

Ashmedai laughed because he was of the same opinion.

However, that didn\'t mean that Ethan didn\'t stand a chance against the Vampire Demigod.

In fact, this was a perfect opportunity to see the young man fight using his full strength.

\'Since you\'re always worried that the Progenitors will find you once your Magic Circuits is fully healed, fighting against Godfrey will allow you to see your chances of winning against them.\' Ashmedai mused.

Ashmedai had no doubt in his mind that there would come a time when Ethan would reclaim the power that he had lost.

And when that happens, he would become the most coveted vessel in the world.

Of course, Ashmedai was one of those who wished to make Ethan his vessel.

The only difference between him and the other Progenitors was that he was Ethan\'s Patron God, which meant that his blood was running through the young man\'s veins.

If worse comes to worst, he would forcefully summon Ethan to his Domain and hide him away for several years until the commotion died down a bit.

But as Ashmedai was thinking about these thoughts, Vlad broke the silence and voiced out his thoughts on another pressing concern.

"Arawn is stirring the waters," Vlad said. "I don\'t like the fact that he\'s having a say in the affairs of the Fomorians. He\'s even bold enough to include my son in his schemes. Looks like his horns had grown a bit longer for the past hundred years."

"Indeed." Ashmedai nodded. "That guy is one troublesome fellow. Right now, he is only stirring the waters, but if he actively participates in this upcoming conflict, it will not end well for both of our Champions."

"Then how should we deal with him?" Vlad inquired.

"We can\'t," Ashmedai answered. "You already know why we can\'t."

The Vampire Progenitor frowned because their hands were tied when it came to Arawn.

"So are we just going to watch and let him cause trouble?" Vlad didn\'t like the fact that someone was manipulating his son to do the dirty work for the Fomorians.

"Don\'t worry. The people of Midgard and the Shire Continent aren\'t that weak," Ashmedai replied. "I\'m sure that they will be able to handle Arawn… probably."

"Probably?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

Ashmedai chuckled because he knew why Vlad was feeling antsy about Arawn, the King of Anwnn.

The Lord of every lost breath beyond the mortal plains, and the King of a kingdom that bordered life and death.

As such, many refer to him as the Death God, or simply the God of Death.

"After Godfrey\'s and Ethan\'s battle, we should educate them about Arawn," Ashmedai said. "That way, that scheming fox will not have his way."

Vlad nodded because this was something that he planned to do even if Ashmedai didn\'t tell him.

For now, he would observe the battle between his son and the young man whom he was seeing for the first time.

He didn\'t plan to tell Godfrey that someone was going to break down his doors and attack him when he least expected it.

His son had become too lax for the past hundreds of years, thinking that no one in Midgard would dare get in his way.

\'I just hope that this young man will be able to teach my son a lesson,\' Vlad thought. \'If not, he would be the one learning a painful lesson instead.\'

Due to Godfrey being a Vampire Lord, he was physically stronger than most mortals.

Although the title of strongest wouldn\'t fall into his head, Godfrey was still strong enough to make those who knew of his existence think thrice before antagonizing him.

This was also why he accepted Ashmedai\'s invitation to visit his hellish domain to discuss this battle between their Champions.

Both were curious on who was going to win.

Both of them had no plans of lifting a finger to interfere in the battle unless death was an imminent conclusion.

For now, he would simply watch, wait, and see for himself if Ashmedai\'s prized vessel would live up to his expectations.