Abraxas clenched his fist with rage, crushing the neck of the explorer who dared to venture into his subterranean domain.

He needed nothing more than a light squeeze to break human bones, but in his fury, he lashed out with full force.

Before he could sink his teeth into what was left of his victim, an arrow impacted on his back, quickly followed by another. The sharp metal sunk several inches into his cold, twisted flesh. He let out a scream of anger that echoed through the dank stone halls.

He turned to see two human figures, close to an ancient altar near the center of the room. One had a smaller frame wrapped in leather armor, hastily trying to reload its crossbows. The second one was a towering individual, with a long beard, he held a golden idol in one hand and a huge axe in the other. Abraxas snarled and raised a hand.

Out of the shadows, hundreds of bats flew into the chamber like a cloud of wings, fur, and sharp teeth, responding to the silent command of their master. They surrounded the smaller hunter before he could reload, opening a myriad of small gashes in his armor and skin.

The hunter screamed in horror as the shapes of the bats coalesced into the terrifying form of the vampire. Abraxas grinned, slashing into his prey with his claws and knocking him to the ground.

The mortally wounded hunter flailed, pleading with his companion for help, but the other hunter was already sprinting toward the room's center. With great strides, he reached the ancient altar: a large stone slab covered in unsettling symbols and runes.

Abraxas comprehended the intruder's intent in an instant. He lunged forward, attempting to stop the hunter, but before he could reach him, the tall man had placed the idol atop the altar, smearing it with blood.

An unnatural gust of wind halted the vampire in his tracks as the hunter was engulfed by a blinding green light. Abraxas raised a hand to shield his eyes as the ground trembled. After several tense seconds, the wind ceased, and the light faded.

When Abraxas opened his eyes, he saw the hunter gripping his axe with both hands, his muscles unnaturally bulging, covered in blue-green veins. The human's skin was now pale, stretched, and adorned with hundreds of arcane runes that moved of their own accord. His beard had transformed into a tangle of small tentacles.

“Bring it on… Vampire!” the voice of the hunter sounded like the gurgling of an abyssal monster. "Your blessing is only temporary, human. My curse is eternal," answered Abraxas "You cannot kill me!"

"We'll see"