Supreme Vampire In Black Clover

Prophecies were rarely clear. They came as whispers, as visions, as fleeting glimpses of what could be—but never what must be. And yet, the Witch Queen had seen it. A future that would shake the foundations of the world. A presence unlike any before

The Witches' Forest, despite its small size, remained independent from the surrounding kingdoms for one reason alone—power. The Witch Queen, an entity said to have lived for centuries, stood at the peak of that power.

A land where forbidden magic thrived, where witches sought strength above all else. No rules bound them except the ones they set for themselves. It was this pursuit of unlimited power that made them feared and respected.

Several kilometers from the village, a massive obsidian castle stood atop a hill, its dark spires reaching for the sky. Overlooking a winding river, it was a symbol of dominion, its shadow stretching over the land as a constant reminder of who ruled it.

The Queen usually resided there alone, her rule undisputed. But things had changed. Her defeat at the hands of her daughter, the Diamond Kingdom's bold invasion—the balance of power had been shaken.

And so, for the first time in a long while, a council had been summoned.

Deep within the castle, in a vast chamber, a great table stretched across the center. The room itself was thirty meters long, thirteen meters wide, its cold stone walls absorbing the flickering candlelight. At the head of the table, the Witch Queen sat, her elevated throne towering over the others—a silent statement that her word was final.

Tonight, she gathered them not to ask, but to tell.

She revealed everything—her vision, the prophecy, the entity that would change fate itself and that it was in their forest. She spoke, and they listened.

And now, before her, sat six of the strongest and wisest witches in the forest.

And now, before her, sat six of the strongest and wisest witches in the forest.

The once quiet chamber erupted into a heated debate. They had all witnessed firsthand how the Queen's prophecies had come to pass—none more so than the one about her own daughter. The Queen had believed she could challenge fate, yet Vanessa had proved otherwise.

To the Queen's right sat an imposing woman, her raven-black hair cascading down her back like liquid night. Even in the absence of light, her piercing silver eyes seemed to glow. Nymeria Nightveil—the council's head and the Queen's right hand. As expected, she remained calm, emotionless, watching as the others argued.

Three Divisions Emerge in the Debate

At the heart of the conflict stood three opposing views.

The Cautious Faction – Study Before Action

Selene Thornweave, the Scarlet Oracle, and Valeria Stormrune, Commander of the Witches' Guard, both urged patience.

"We must tread carefully," Selene advised, her voice carrying the weight of foresight. "The prophecy did not speak of his destruction, only of the power he holds. There is more to this than we understand."

Valeria folded her arms. "An enemy is only dangerous when you don't know them. Eliminating him without understanding what he is would be a mistake."

The Aggressive Faction – Kill Him Before It's Too Late

On the other side, Nyx Vesperia and Elysia Frostmourne showed no such restraint.

"We should eliminate him before he becomes a greater threat," Nyx declared, her midnight-blue cloak pooling around her like a shadow. Her deep obsidian eyes scanned the room, seeking support.

"Since when have we, the pride of witches, hesitated against a single man?" Elysia scoffed. "He is an unknown. We don't take risks on unknowns—we remove them."

Nyx's voice hardened. "The prophecy itself warned us. Why should we entertain the idea of letting something like him exist?"

The Queen's Wild Card – A Third Perspective

But not everyone had chosen a side.

Nymeria tapped her fingers against the table, her voice smooth, yet unreadable. "So… you all believe the prophecy is absolute?"

A brief silence fell over the room.

"Fate," she continued, "isn't just something that happens. It's something that's shaped. We have a choice."

She glanced at the last member of the council—Mei Duskbloom.

A willowy figure, her long, violet-tinged hair fell in silken waves, her shimmering iridescent eyes constantly shifting colors, as though seeing beyond reality itself. Charming, delicate, almost kind—but every witch in that room knew better. She was a master of illusions, and for someone of Derek's caliber, toying with his mind would be child's play.

Nymeria smirked. "Why don't we test him?"

Valeria leaned forward. "A test?"

"Exactly." Nymeria's gaze flicked toward the Queen. "We don't need to trust him. We need to know what he is."

Between Valeria's taunts, Selene's caution, and Nyx's aggression, there was little left to argue.

The Queen had not spoken throughout the debate. She merely listened, watching, waiting.

And then, in her silence, the decision was made.