THE VAMPIRE; Nark De Melchias
IX. Previous Previous post: The Bloody Events of the Vampire Nation
The room that had a gripping atmosphere made people become cold sweat because of the aura released by the King from the vampire nation. "Of course you are, Basil." said Dante with a small smile.
The red-eyed bead turned to look at a girl sitting on the edge of a sizable bed with eyes staring anxiously at a boy lying in sweat soaking his body.
"Isaac tormented her, not me. He was obsessed with the blood that the human girl had."
A finger that had a sharp enough nail pierced the surface of Nark's skin and scratched it to bleed.
"I know you're doing this because you want the blood that the human girl has, Nark. It's not usual for Isaac to take over your body so easily."
The big hand gripped Dante's face, silenced the man's mouth and whispered, "Take your word before the girl, until she knows what my purpose is. I'll kill you so that your body won't be recognized by anyone, not even your child."
The loud bang distracts him who is arguing. The girl who had an anxious look on her face turned to fear and cold sweat.
"What did you bring when you came here?" Nark was upset.
He left the room with people watching him leaving with a mounting fury.
From the window, he could see how badly the region that was ravaged by something mysterious was.
Cracked ground, destroyed trees and dead animals. Everyone got out of the way when the king came.
The red bead lit up with a strange shriveled forehead, all the loud bangs and cracked ground just because of a little child.
"Is this what he's doing?" Nark asked.
"It seems, Your Majesty." said a vampire with a bowed body as a sign of respect.
A white light started to come out from the body of the little boy lying unconscious. He equated his height with that small and helpless body.
His hand was about to touch his body, but the white light made his right hand crack and shatter.
All who witnessed this were surprised, a King who was famous for being strong in his nation was hit by attacks from small children who did not even know how to control the power.
"What's this?" Nark murmuring.
Only one creature is capable of making the bodies of vampires and demons crack into tiny, white-winged creatures. The angels, only they are capable.
"Is this child an angel?" Nark.
"Your Majesty!" Constantine exclaimed as soon as he saw his King injured with a hand that slowly disappeared into small fragments and flew away carried away by the wind currents.
Constantine stared intently at an unconscious child, about to retaliate for what had happened to his King. "Don't touch the boy, he can kill us easily."
His red bead was closed, he smiled withstanding the pain that was creeping slowly. "I hate to say this but the only thing that can touch that child is only human. Call Ethel." said Nark.
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The girl ran over with disjointed breaths as well as flowing sweat adding a pretty impression to her face.
"Nark." he looked as if the man sitting leaned against a large rock.
Dante came to treat the wound that slowly crept up to the intersection between the forearm and the upper arm.
"Absolutely his attitude, when only a human being." said a vampire.
They exchanged words with each other until something sharp pierced their chests. "He's my man, you know yourself if you want to insult him." Nark growling.
"What made you call me?" ethel said with a trembling hand.
Nark knows that the girl in front of him is afraid of a group of vampires far away in front of him.
"Little child lying weakly there—" Nark got up close to the little boy.
Slowly the white light that enveloped the child's body disappeared with the body slowly turning into small fragments.
"What the fuck?"
A feeling that stuck as if something was scouting him. "Your Majesty, your hand..." Ethel touched his smashed hand.
Strange and mysterious events that attack the nation of vampires, the feeling of being stuck. "Constantine, I'll go to the higher-ups." said Nark.
Dante rubbed his dripping sweat down from his forehead. He has put all his energy into it, but has not produced a satisfactory result.
The Nark's hands did not regenerate as usual, the strength of the white-winged nation could not be considered easy.
Even just a small touch can hinder the regeneration of the vampire nation. "I know how to handle it, Ethel can you come with me?" said Nark.
The cold night atmosphere with hands that pulled her gently on the quiet streets and there was only the sound of the wind blowing.
"You said you were going to go to the higher-ups, isn't it dangerous with your current condition?"
The move stopped.
The man turned his body to face the girl he loved because of her beautiful face and spoiled his eyes and appetite.
"You're the cure, more precisely your blood" Nark said.
Nark pulls Ethel's arm close to his mouth which begins to show his sharp fangs. "Can't you?" mummy Nark.
The tingling sensation created by the movement of Nark's mouth that comes into contact with the surface of Ethel's skin.
"You'll die if you don't."
The pain and burning spread throughout Nark's body, the white light wounds began to slowly regenerate.
The hisapan stopped as his hand grew, the wound that was on Ethel's arm was frowned upon until it disappeared without a trace.
"I don't know if I can survive going to the top brass or not, but only they know about this."
"Tell Constantine to always be in the palace. Only he and Dante can replace me when I'm not around."
A portal opened, but a hand held him back from entering the portal and coming to the world where the higher-ups of the three nations were. "You hesitated. If in doubt don't go." says Ethel.
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