The Fallen Vampire

Everywhere they went, the eagle-kin was constantly receiving greetings and well wishes from everyone on the street.

His work in town as a priest of Fenris and proprietor of an orphanage made it so that he was widely recognized and respected.

\'I can see why he doubted the need for an escort service…\' Shin thought annoyedly. \'Everyone loves this guy so damn much I doubt they\'d even take his virginity without his permission!\'

As the group of men came to the end of their journey, they reached a large, church-like building on the outskirts of town.

When they stopped outside the doorway, Father Guerra paused before he turned around and bowed courteously to the men traveling with him.

"I thank you gentlemen for escorting me this far, I really am sorry for the trouble."

"Ahem, no problem, sir!" Shin said in his most soldierly voice. "We were just doing our job is all."

"Yes well, I am quite grateful for your efforts this far."

Suddenly, the eaglekin looked like he\'d had a bright idea and clasped his hands together excitedly.

"I know! Would you like to see the children? Though you may not have any plans to adopt I can assure you that the smile of a child can always brighten one\'s day!"

Shin smiled imperceptibly as he pretended to look over his shoulders at his men for confirmation.

Once the five of them nodded, he knew that they were all on the same page.

"We\'d be delighted to meet the little rugrats."

"Wonderful!"

Father Guerra gestured for the men to come inside and he led them through the orphanage.

Surprisingly, the place seemed to be completely deserted.

From the playroom, to the dining hall and even to the garden where they were currently standing, they saw no signs of the children.

"This is strange… I wonder if the sisters have taken the children out for a field trip today." Father Guerra I said as he scratched his chin. "Well, I\'m sorry to dissapoint you-"

Pierce!

Before the fallen man knew what was happening, a blade pierced through the back of his neck and emerged clear through his adam\'s apple.

"Damn it this old man talks a lot. I thought my real and fake ears were going to fall off." Shin gave his sword a simple flick and split his head down the middle like a simple watermelon.

The light no longer within his brown eyes, the eaglekin fell over into the dirt as the rest of the soldiers dropped their facade.

"I was hoping to carve up a couple of fallen brats or even a nun but this may have been for the best."

"Speak for yourself! I haven\'t gotten to use any women in over two weeks now and I feel like my balls are going to shrivel up from under use!"

"You\'re focusing on the wrong things. With this we can ensure that there are no more variables and we have no extra work."

"Variables shmariables, I want a blowjob!"

"By the twelve…"

Shin ignored the incessant gripping of his men and instead wiped away the blood from his blade when he noticed something that wasn\'t quite right.

He moved to inspect Father Guerra\'s dead body and found that he wasn\'t just seeing things.

The blood spilling from the head of the eagle-kin was entirely black.

"I was getting tired of keeping up the charade too. Talking to all of those people truly was exhausting…"

\'Father Guerra\' started to pick himself up from the ground, even with his head split down the middle.

Right before the eyes of the disguised humans, the man they\'d escorted started to change.

His skin became darker, his frame became taller, and the large wings in his back disappeared before they were replaced by eight fluffy tails that swayed hypnotically.

His hair became a brighter silver color and fell out of his head until it reached his waist.

Afterwards, two dreamlike and fluffy ears emerged with the same vibrant silver color as his hair.

The clothes that he was wearing wearing were the last to change, and instead became a simple black half shirt that clung to his powerful muscles and a pair of dark pants tied with a burgundy cloth.

His red eyes were unfathomably cold and lifeless, as if this man had never known a moment of love or tenderness in his entire life.

"What the fuck..?"

"Who are you?!"

"H-How the shit did he do that?!"

Taira cracked his neck leisurely as he ensured that everything was firmly back in place.

"I\'ve hit my limit on talking for the next decade I feel like… so I\'m only going to say this once."

Taira held out his hand and his weapon appeared before he casually rested it over his shoulder.

"You are going to tell me everything about who you\'re working for, and about your business here. Then, we\'re going to go on a small walk to visit someone."

As Taira spoke, he twirled his weapon with the greatest of ease and grace as if this seven foot monstrosity held no weight. Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

"I give you the choice that you did not give Aveena. You can either come with, or without your legs. Which will it be, dogs?"

Needless to say, the humans did not take kindly to Taira\'s taunts and they drew their weapons in response.

Though he did not speak any longer, Taira was inwardly elated that they had chosen this path.

\'As I thought, you did not dissapoint me.\'

On cue, the six vagabonds released their inner energy as a display of intimidation.

As Taira suspected, three were sitting in the overlord realm while the other three were sitting in mid to late stages of the beast realm.

\'Oh how I would relish the opportunity to break all of you with my own hands… but my day will come.\'

Suddenly, there was a loud crashing sound like that of a window breaking.

Looking up, one could see a woman with black hair and wolf ears leaping through the window with her claws outstretched and teeth bared.

Before she hit the ground, one of the rings on Taira\'s finger started to glow, and a second woman in a bright purple dress emerged wearing an unfriendly smile.

"V-Venerable realm! They\'re both in the venerable realm!"

"Shit, we\'re screwed!"

"That fucking boar set us up!"

The three weakest cultivators tried to run and disappear, leaving Taira to intercept them.

"Arcane Gravity: Suppression."

As the humans rushed for the exit to the garden; they all became significantly slower as the gravity in the air became almost ten times heavier.

The sound of popping joints filled the air as the humans fought to remain upright; putting them off balance and making them feel helpless.

Uninhibited by the gravity, Taira took calm, slow steps toward the three humans and watched them fall further into a panic.

Left with no other option, the disguised humans lunged at their unknown opponent with reckless abandon.

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