You march to your doom my son, you face an ocean of death and rivers that will run red with the blood of the fallen. Please do survive this battle so I can kill you myself.

I am greater than you ever were. I will survive this fight, so you will die. Your death was destined centuries ago. It must bring great dishonor that your own son will be your downfall. Your death will mark the start of an era where darkness will be destroyed forever.

Do not be so sure of yourself my son. You might kill the master but the students live on. Know that darkness must always be present, or there exists no balance. Mark my words I will kill you.

With those final words the dark feelings resting on him were lifted and he continued to march through the Everfree Forest. Dracula marched in silence as he preferred. His mind was somewhat as ease now that he had better control over his abilities. But his Nether abilities are few and limited but they are strong. As of right now Dracula can only make energy blasts, bolts, rays, and infusions. His powerful spells he is not able to access yet, as Cerberus has told him something needs to unlock it. He doesn’t know what and he doesn’t know why, but they must be unlocked that way.

He stares through the darkness with piercing red eyes and sees a horizon filled with trees and other flora of different kinds. The lush green leaves of the forest were hidden behind the darkness of the night. The fresh smell of maple and wood filled his nozzle and his lungs. The cool autumn breeze lightly touched his face and brought zen through his body and mind. He enjoyed immensely the night he had brought before everypony. The stars lightly twinkled in the sky and astral miasmas could be seen up above his head. The quarter moon shone brightly through the sky and it filled his mind with serenity.

Filling his ears was the thundering sound of two hundred thousand ponies marching behind him, they were to split in more complex battlelines once they neared Ponyville. Dracula looked behind him and saw some of Wraith’s Death Knights. Some wore thick cloth tunics with spiked spaulders and cloth hoofwraps, others wore Heavy ebony plate armor decorated with painted skulls on the spaulders, hooflets, bracers, and chest plates. The full plated ones wore chestplate, backplate, hooflets, boots, haunch plate, and flank plate. Most wore horned helmets with glowing bright blue eyes. They were almost exactly the same as Wraith’s not pupils, no cornia’s just sunken soulless stares. Blue mist flowed out of them and they gave off feelings of dread and skill.

Some looked to be unicorns and others Earth Ponies. Their visible spots of their coats were pale white and their manes were either jet black or as white as snow itself. They looked to be tough and battle hardened as some had worn their armor through many battles. Dracula could sense deep beneath their physical body they were filled with an ancient and dark magic. A more advanced form of Necromancy, as normal necromancy revived the dead bones. But this seemed to somewhat return the ponies to a normal state, just no soul. Their weapons had complex brightly glowing runes engraved in the blades of the swords, axes, and polearms.

He then turned towards the ponies that marched right behind him. Most wore little armor like him but those that did normally wore spaulders, hooflets, haunch plates, and boots. The rest of their armor was either a tunic, cloak, leather, or trench coat like his but cloth and not leather. The main colors were a scarlet red, dawning orange, and an onyx black. They were Vampires and they all had fierce hunger in their eyes as they craved for the energy from the Changelings. Vampires are among the strongest beings in Equestria, it is through the life force pumping through their veins are they strong and powerful. The number of Vampires under his command was twenty thousand.

Dracula then saw the forest begin to change and knew that they were nearing Ponyville. The battle would soon begin and he alerted all the leaders to split into their assigned groups and lead on. Dracula waved his hoof from his back to his front as they knew that to be the signal to march forward. The thundering marching somewhat quieted behind him as his Vampire Regiment was continuing to march. The trees became more knotted and more lively than the ones he saw. The dirt beneath him gave way to overgrown grass and weeds. Dracula slowed their advance and began to quiet their hoofsteps.

After an hour or so they found themselves at the edge of the forest where Ponyville could be seen. Dracula put his hoof in the air indicating his troops to stop and they fell dead silent. He looked out and saw that Ponville was more elevated and had high cobblestone walls with turrets, parpets, and battlements. Then he saw an ocean of Changelings surrounding the now fortified town. Defenders rushed to stem the tide of battle. Werewolves, Vampires, and Children of the Day rushed and engaged in close combat with the Changeling invaders. Dracula memorized the plans of battle. They would surround the Changelings and await for the arrival of Wraith’s reinforcements. Dracula summoned his Voidsword in levitating in his red magical aura. He then heard the sound of metal unsheathing from scabbards. Dracula waiting patiently for his regiment to charge.

Dracula lead twenty thousand Vampires, Twilight and Spectra lead twenty thousand Vampires, Luna Celestia and Con lead ten thousand Phantoms, Rainbow Dash lead fifty thousand Werewolves including the Alpha Pack. Wraith lead his army of one hundred thousand Death Knights. Dracula saw over the ocean of Changelings in the dark of the forest he saw Twilight and Spectra’s regiment stop. Dracula looked over his left and saw Rainbow Dash’s regiment stop. Dracula saw over to his right Ponyville. He saw arrows flying through the air, ballista bolts shooting at the ground, and magical attacks.

Smoke filled the air and ash rose up on the wind. The endless sounds of battle rushed through his eardrums. Dracula looked back over at Rainbow’s Regiment and after a few seconds he saw them pounce or charge along the ground with great speed ten feet and charged the unprepared battlelines of the Changelings. Blood splattered and spilled around them and continuing to crush them. Dracula shouts at the top of his lungs,”CHARGE!!!”

And he leapt into the fray and began murdering and slaughtering Changelings. Twilight and Spectra’s regiment did the same and the battle was joined.