Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Lucien, Velira, and Kaelith stepped onto the dusty plains of Mexia, their presence enough to silence the planet. The trio walked with the kind of calm confidence only predators carried, their every step echoing authority. The kobold inhabitants barely dared to breathe in their direction; they scattered like frightened birds, too aware of whose bloodline these three carried. No one wanted to be the fool who provoked Dracula's children.

Lucien's golden eyes scanned the horizon, his senses stretching like a net across the small world. "So, Kaelith," he said, his tone cool but edged with curiosity, "where exactly is this werewolf? I've swept the planet twice, and all I see are kobolds hiding in their holes."

Kaelith, hands folded behind his back, didn't break his stride. His expression was calm, almost amused. "Keep looking. If it's here, we'll find it. Don't tell me your senses have dulled."

Lucien gave a dry chuckle but didn't argue. Velira, walking just a step behind them, closed her eyes and joined the search, her own aura spreading like silver threads through the air. Together, their power covered every inch of Mexia.

Then—

"There's no need to tire yourselves." A voice, smooth and amused, drifted down from above. "There is no werewolf here."

All three heads snapped upward. A figure stood in the air as if the wind itself obeyed him.

"Kaelith," Lucien said slowly, golden eyes narrowing, "care to explain? Who the hell is that?"

The answer came before Kaelith could speak. A ripple in space, and Baal—the King of Demons—appeared behind them, so close his breath could stir their hair. "Relax, little prince. I wouldn't ruin the surprise. Kaelith and I arrived almost at the same time."

Kaelith turned his head slightly, his calm expression never breaking. "We did."

Lucien's jaw clenched. "You know him? Since when are demons your traveling companions?"

"I said there was no werewolf," Baal interrupted, voice laced with mockery. He stepped forward, the air thickening with his demonic energy. "But there is a wolf, and it's me. Allow me to properly introduce myself. Baal, ruler of demons, a face your father is well acquainted with. And dear Kaelith… well, he's been helping me."

The words landed like daggers. Lucien froze for half a breath, his mind stuttering before his body reacted. "Kaelith? What is he talking abou—"

Agony cut him short. A sharp, unnatural pain ripped through his torso as something pierced his flesh. He looked down to see a wooden dagger jutting from his side, Kaelith's hand still on the hilt.

"Lucien!" Velira's scream sliced the air. Her bat familiar burst forth, wings slicing like blades as it darted for Kaelith.

But Kaelith didn't hesitate. Blood spilled from his palm, shaping itself into a crimson sickle. One clean swing and the familiar was split mid-flight, its pieces evaporating into mist. He stepped back, cold and deliberate.

Lucien's knees hit the ground, one hand gripping the dagger. "Why…?" he rasped, blood pooling between his fingers.

"Careful." Baal crouched beside him, voice low but cruel. "That isn't just any wood. A branch from the elf's World Tree. Pull it the wrong way and it will kill you before your next breath."

"Get the fuck away from him!" Velira's voice was a snarl now, her eyes flashing between onyx black and molten silver. Power surged through her frame, muscles tightening, aura flaring.

She lunged, fist swinging with enough force to crack mountains. Baal didn't even blink. He caught her punch as if she were a child throwing a tantrum, his expression twisting with mild irritation.

"Go away." A flick of his wrist, and Velira was sent flying, her body vanishing into the distance like a meteor.

"Don't hurt her!" Kaelith's voice finally cracked, anger breaking through his calm facade. "That wasn't part of our deal!"

Baal chuckled darkly, straightening. "Oh, poor Kaelith. You think she'll ever forgive you? Betrayal leaves a mark that even time won't heal."

"She's not yours to touch. And what I fix with her is my business," Kaelith snapped, his composure fraying.

"Charming," Baal said, and in the same breath blurred forward, a streak of shadow and steel. Before Kaelith could react, another stake was buried in his abdomen.

The pain was instant and searing, a weapon not meant to kill but to tear at the essence of what he was.

"You—" Kaelith coughed blood, his glare shaking. "You promised to help me take him down! You swore—"

Baal tilted his head, almost pitying. "Lesson one: never bargain with a demon. Everything has a price. You were simply too naïve to read the fine print."

"You bastard!"

"You really don't get it, do you?" Baal's grin widened. "Your father's name terrifies gods, yet somehow he raised sons who walk around thinking the universe owes them something. It's almost cute."

"I'll kill you," Kaelith hissed, blood dripping from his lips. "My father will—"

"That's the idea," Baal interrupted smoothly. "You were useful, Kaelith. Thank you for five entertaining years of pretending to be my friend."

His gaze shifted, sharp and cold. "Now… how to make this message clear to Dracula himself? Ah, yes. The perfect collateral."

Before they could blink, Baal was gone, then there again, holding Velira by the throat. She struggled, claws digging at his wrist, but his grip didn't waver.

"Velira!" Both brothers roared, panic slicing through their pain.

"Dear Kaelith," Baal said softly, almost kindly, tightening his hold until Velira's face paled, "you wanted her gone. Let me help you finish the job." His free hand hovered over her chest, ready to strike.

"Stop!" Lucien's voice was raw, desperate. His eyes flared gold, power tearing from him like a storm. Mind compulsion slammed into Baal, heavier than anything he'd ever unleashed. It cost him everything—life force burned like oil, his body trembling with the weight of it.

For an instant, Baal froze.

That was all Velira needed. Her blood flared, and she did something no vampire dared. A familiar answered her call, but instead of sending it out, she pulled herself into it. The world warped; her figure blurred and vanished with the creature, leaving only a rush of air behind.

Baal blinked, amused rather than alarmed. "Reckless. Do you know what she just did? That familiar belongs to another universe. She's thrown herself into chaos, likely torn apart by the laws of travel. Luck was never her strength."

He turned back, smiling at the wounded princes. "And now it's just us. She left you when things got hard. What loyalty."

Lucien's gaze burned, his voice hoarse but unyielding. "She didn't abandon us. She saved herself—and something far more important."

"Oh?" Baal stepped closer, curious. "Do tell."

Lucien met his eyes, gold still glowing faintly. "She carries my child."