The Fallen Vampire

Snapping his fingers, he gathered the winds around him and created a large funnel in the shape of a tornado.

A small ball of flame sparked to life above one of his tails, and he gingerly passed it towards the wind.

Somehow, the small bundle of flame wasn\'t blown out, and instead used the winds as fuel to grow larger and larger with significantly less energy expenditure on Taira\'s part.

With a single wave of his hand, the tornado touched down on the ground right where Taira had pinpointed the attack.

As soon as it fell on top of the camp, several screams filled the forest. Find your next read on m_v l|e-NovelBin.net

Smirking, Taira gave Keran and Aveena individual kisses on the cheek before he casually fell backwards off Lucia\'s back and disappeared from their eyes.

The girls watched the spot where he\'d disappeared for a bit, and their thoughts and intentions were written clearly across their faces.

Aveena: "...I swear, I\'m going to give that man a baby."

Keran: "Here, here."

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Taira plummeted through the air and landed perfectly on his feet without ruffling his robe; despite the fact that he had dropped from several hundred thousand feet in the sky.

He had landed directly in the center of what looked to be a small village, that, thanks to him, was already on fire.

The inhabitants of the village were running around panicked, trying to put out the bright blue fires by any means necessary, but it proved to be difficult due to their magical nature.

Observing the tribesmen, Taira realized that they mostly all looked alike.

And he sensed an odd familiarity with them that he couldn\'t place at first.

He heard some yelling in a language that he didn\'t quite understand, and one of the villagers suddenly pointed at him to gather the attention of the others.

The tribesman were all dark skinned humanoids creatures with lean, chiseled bodies covered in ritualistic tribal paint.

They predominantly had dark hair, but there were a few sprinkled in with a recessive silver hair trait- mostly styled in dreadlocks or cornrows.

All of their eyes were a shining red, like brightly colored lightbulbs.

Taira watched them snarl at him, and he raised a brow at the sight of their two rows of large, pointed teeth.

Finally, he realized exactly why he felt familiar with them.

\'Well... Imagine that.\'

*Chomp!*

Taira looked down at his leg that suddenly felt slightly ticklish.

Looking down, he found a small child biting into the back of his thigh.

Naturally, he sensed the child coming about a mile away, but elected not to do anything out of a sense of boredom.

"What an aggressive thing..." Taira grabbed the small girl by the nape of her neck and lifted her up so that he could get a better look at his assailant.

She was a little bit underweight for her age, appearing to be about 4-5 years old.

In what seemed like a rare mix of genetic traits, she had both black and silver hair in her dreadlocks.

Small bones of what appeared to be a rat were braided into her hair, and her stomach was painted over with the image of a skull.

Three white lines were drawn over her face and intersected on her small chin, which was currently lapping up the black blood strewn across her face with great interest.

It was then that Taira noticed the most absurd thing yet.

Despite nearly being a baby, this girl was already in the seventh level of the beast realm.

"%&##! *$%#!"

The yelling of the tribesman picked up again once they saw Taira had picked up a child, and they all rushed him at once.

Briefly, the gem within his chest glowed red and Yasuke came flying out of his soul in the form of a large golden scythe.

But instead of immediately rushing to lop off heads, the scythe buried itself in the ground forcefully.

The shockwave emitted by it\'s landing broke up the ground for a mile in every direction, and caused all of the tribesman to either leap away or simply fly upward.

Considering that even this child was nearly in the overlord realm, Taira wasn\'t all that surprised to find that most everyone here was in the sovereign or venerable realm.

Before they could try to attack him again, Taira held up one of his hands and brought it towards his face.

Right under the eyes of the tribesmen, Taira retracted his tails and ears before pulling back his lips to reveal his pristine white teeth.

Like magic, all of the tribesman paused in their tracks and leaned in like they were getting a closer look.

Taira felt the wind flutter behind him and his wives suddenly dropped down one after the other, all ready to fight and anxious.

"Friends of yours, honey?" Vermeil asked.

"Something like that."

"Eh?! I was just trying to say something cool, do you actually know these guys!? How is that possible when you don\'t go any damn where!?"

"...I feel like you are trying to call me a shut-in."

"We have lived in a literal cave for fifty years and you\'ve not once complained about missing the outside world or civilization."

"..." Taira had no defense, as he quite enjoyed his quiet life of sex, painting, cultivating, and tea drinking.

Did a man need any more than that??

Keran\'s eyes narrowed as she leaned in to get a closer look at the tribesmen, and the little girl her husband was holding in his hand.

"No way... Are these Asanbosam!?"

"Mhm. Seems like it." He nodded.

"I can\'t believe this! Everyone said they all left at the same time you guys did!"

Vermeil gave her husband a confused look as she lightly tugged on the sleeve of his kimono.

"Umm... Babe? What\'s an asanbosam for those of us who weren\' born in Tayar 900 years ago? And should I put my weapons away..?"

Lucia and Aveena nodded furiously like they were also in desperate need of answers.

Taira rubbed his chin as he tried to think of a way to label the relationship.

"They\'re something like... cousins."

"Close or distant?"

"Very close. They\'re nearly vampires."

Finally, one of the men floating above their heads started drifting towards the ground and approached Taira warily.

"%$&*@?"

"I do not understand you." Taira said.

The tribesman seemed to realize that he couldn\'t understand his visitor either, and thought of a way to truly test if this being was what he believed him to be.

Raising his wrist to his lips, the tribesman ripped apart his flesh with his razor-sharp teeth.

Blood flowed like a river from the wound, but upon pooling on the ground, it started moving towards Taira in a straight line.

Taira simply asked his body to open up his wrist and allowed his own black blood to flow freely from the opening; watching as it mimicked the blood of the tribesman.

When the blood of the two touched, they formed a large bloody ring in between the two men.

Once the blood was no longer moving, the tribesman looked at Taira with a reassured look.

"It seems the fates be kind today. For they have reunited us with one of the lost ones in the hour where we least expected it."