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Even as Drac rushed towards Bob, the Stealer of Souls turned. As a being of emotions, he could instantly sense that Drac intended to kill him, and he also knew that this fight was against him. Taking out Alucard had cost too much of his power. Drac was a dangerous opponent, and not one that he could take out right now. As such, he instantly prepared to teleport away from combat, returning to his Lounge to power up once more.

With a burst of speed Drac shot forward, his gauntlet closing around Bob's throat. Bob's energy was drained, his powers stunted as Drac disrupted any attempt at fleeing. However, Bob would evade him still.

And yet, even as he thought that, the blade pierced his skin. The point of impact shone, beams of bright redemitting from Bob's body as the blade's edge dissolved it. His body seemed to twist and contort, and yet his once so free form served now as a prison of arcane flesh, the blade's touch ripping through Bob's magic. Luahgter and screams alike could be faintly heard as the stuff of dreams escaped from the cracks, as Bob was sliced apart like a pinata.

In those critical few moments, Drac might have killed the Stealer of Souls. Had he known where Bob's core was located, and had he struck it, it would have instantly ended the godlike being. But Bob would not be held forever, and his window had passed. Faced with his possible death, he did something drastic, something that he wouldn't have done for any other reason.

All at once, Bob released the souls he had bound. Billions upon billions of beings, woven into the very fabric of his clothing. Lives and loves, collected from across the Multiverse. A vast host of emotions that had fed and nurtured the Demon God for so long. The work of thousands of years, compressed into a single momentary release.

A wave of emotional energy tore apart the ground and sky. The very planet shook as unrivalled forces exploded outwards, tearing apart everything in their path. Once the valve was opened, the energy streamed out, all of them dissipating at once. Drac was blasted away, his flesh torn from him as his mind was clouded with the lives of so many beings, all of which had been enslaved to that bright smile and pair of red eyes. Men, women, children, beings with no definable age or gender.

As the dust settled, all were left ina  crater. The sky had turned read, and still the ice shook, revealing the metal far beneath. In the center floated Bob, his very being torn to pieces. His main body hovered, missing most of it's head and it's legs. Where his left eye would have been a strange gem was revealed, the very core of his being. What he had instead of a Soul. And where once his grim had been was a gash of a mouth, filled with dislodged and twisted teeth. Tears of blood streamed down his face, dripping down into the crater. His suit was burnt and curled, his top hat tilted and torn, stained with blood.

"Did you think you could simply finish me? THAT YOU COULD USE MY FAMILY AGAINST ME?" Bob's voice rang not with the arrogant tones of the demonic joker that had just moments ago fought Alucard. It was the sound of rage, of sorrow. For the last one thousand years Bob had been a jester, a cruel and fickle God of creativity and insanity. But this was a different side, not seen in millenia. "Learn to look over your shoulder. Learn to check every corner. Go home and hug your children, Drac. Because I will come for you. And I will make you watch while I kill everything you hold dear."

And with that, Bob left. Leaving nothing behind but the incinerated remains of his daughter.