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Mikaela
On a wreaked abandoned battlefield, Mikaela walked. Buildings are overgrown by long damaged vines, some still in process of collapsing, distantly raising dust and creaking snapping sounds.
Human destruction still tolling its great bell of sins and mistakes.
Even yet, earlier today, they'd fought within city grounds from an aggressive attack stance. Those remaining humans, feeling big enough to fight.
Mikaela typically left on overseas missions instead of Japan's vampire holding frontlines. Yet since he'd arrived to enter the fray today, (like unleashing a new human weapon would not be responded to in an answering kind,) this army left their wounded or dead soldiers laying around everywhere, similar to sweets from an exploded pinata.
At least, ones far enough away not to be incinerated by him.
Everyone to themselves, especially in a state of complete disarray. As was required. Probably too weakened for crawling back.
Mikaela knew they handed out detailed reports all about his damage radius. How much levelling he could cause. 'Not only as a high ranked Vampire Prince but also one taken personally into some darker experiments given into this world'.
Other vampires already hadn't stayed by him, knowingly indulging him his penchant. Eager in chasing claimed ground further from the Japanese Imperial Demon Army.
"Ugh, " death throws undertaken by mutilated bodies were quite becoming of humans. who dared knock on sacred doors, then toss away white-robed fingers, despite a far greater severity towards the former. Despite such, rare was a success for humans.
He'd felt it earlier though, closer forthcoming with his landing back, stronger during last week's skirmish. A pulling response, causing that winged scrambling force internally to increase in its uncontrollability. after he'd seen near broken footage alongside Queen Krul, that pulling become excited, thrashing wicked.
Vampires had few responses, most coming only with an exchange of blood. Rising on a moving wave. Until eventually their shell ran out, and emotions were all
Mikaela had cheated almost, his blood as it were, was effective for a host. Hosting a world-ending force of course became costly, however.
A boy weapon, black-winged malice wilding cruelty. Eyes golden signs of cleansing, body crafted, granted almost for sin. Intelligence files presented gave a delightful cast of this youth. Green eyes, Crows hair.
Desires rising, I walked down mausoleum halls back to my rooms. We have no proper human needs, no strong urges beyond the obvious. Humans condemn us in such, despite how we think as they do. Honestly, despite having no sleep, could we not rest on a bed.
Hypocritical how humans would give blood transfusions for their silk, yet when it would be in their best interests to keep us well fed so at least we'd be no more calmer or heretic than humans.
By withholding that drink like water, they'd cast us into depths of addicted mania. Fighting bitterly, wildly to make it leave.
Secondly, though our bodies are frigid as one might put it, we indulged. Less often, or eagerly than the body of a warm heated human, Although I felt more than of my kind did before.
Seraphs, however, after the experiments I'd undergone long ago, I'd seen them become wild. Detached from everything behind their locked gates, ever to open would cast ill fate upon this world simply for knocking. Untouchable they were meant to mean. Calling signs of sin. They were Sinful. watching us for how bad we could be.
Simply one could put it as they sin, we heavily condemn. In truth, we walked before graves, dusty from salt dried tears. He'd be caked before he'd have any idea how not to combine these two things.
He called out with all his strength 'Please keep me ... Sane. Stop me before I start killing everyone. I want to be loved... still.' He made my body surface over and twist around, screeching, choking wretched mass. worse than the other experiments humans conducted in staring at me behind glass and disgusting water. If they still had them at all.
Tan skin bending outwards to scream under kisses, furious, awaiting damage. Gold ringed pupils cruelly whip-like, intensity haloing attempting forceful control of such a being. Chest beating, signally life held lovingly within his veins, erratically taking air like during a wonderous physical fight, as to him perhaps I'd seem still.
Although no sword struck me, He pierced. shake and quivering, I braced myself against supporting surfaces with both my ungloved hands.
Room spanning mirrors held me in focus, no mist rose out of my lungs casting over them. My cheeks fortunately perhaps, pink flushed. Yes, blood fizzing all alongside those veined frameworks. Seeping out across them above skin through every pore, dripping down my hairline, sipping down my legs. Red tears rusty tears filled by iron instead of salt, drenching my body, soaking the tiled floor.
Oh, I'd have to drain that 'some vampire' keeping watch outside.
Today I searched the streets to find him. Certainly, he carefully located this boy before striking a lightning bolt, splitting light from a blue-black sky momentarily.
Unaware was how I found the boy, red sipping down his forehead, damping that ridiculously unarmored uniform. We could break through such things, but it almost cut down feelings of the chase. Humanity honestly gives up far before halfway.
Raven's hair saturated, he must have sustained a nasty cut, I'd be remorseful despite my accuracy if he's battered up permanently beyond surface wounds, his legs cast at a broken angle. Unaware he remained sitting against a random car doorframe, thrown up for smashing back down here, judging by several impact marks.
His eyes hazy wide, as I approached, even then, he reached up a gloved hand out towards me. I smiled, kneeling down before his face. Uneffecctivatly before I couldn't determine certainty upon his eye colour, now though glazed, memories given of rain-soaked green fields. likely growing back all across open land here humans fell.
They didn't compare. Queen Krul had given me clearance towards a decision upon this other Seraph, and for now, I decided I'd be responsible in his protection. The Imperial Demon Army made his powers ugly in themselves to be beholden. When I'd trained, long ago, it hadn't been any persuasion or manipulation given. I only needed my own emotions, reasoning or impulse.
He'd been set on fighting me like a worthy dragonslayer. I'm so sure those pills given to him had taken walking off battle impossible. Mankind couldn't battle a Seraph for long, neither host nor caretakers made long lifetimes, their knowledge lacking. Therefore I decided on protecting him.
Lifting him gently upwards to lay within my arms, I scouted all those surrounding buildings. Recalling hotels, malls and rooms previously stayed in.
Raven boy's head nuzzling my shoulder like a baby nursling to a sire, many would have tossed aside a changling in years pass. Since new nurslings were quite rare. Mikaela knew few who indulged in vampiric drinking. Flat, congealed stuff it was, usually. Sometimes though a young one gets attached to their maker's blood.
I swiftly tapped my boots on these ravished streets, quick towards a nice enough room, likely classy hotel style. I went slowly up the many steps until we reached Room 521, I'd cleared up whatever dust resided for my trip here, in case boy didn't show. Crow groaned softly as I set him upon my large bed before shifting up a while till I got his head placed upon my lap.
Happenstance, mortals admit likening sleep as a hindering necessity in face of progressing faster, lowering guards. I however wonder if they enjoy its grace, I liked to relax during daylight. Laying somewhere inwards, slipping into a quieter mood, keeps me sane
Humming a low tune, I noticed clinking boots resounding outside had pricked my hearing. Unhappy vampires held back in their undercity would be design never miss chancing a fresh drink, just adding in numbers of complaints about Seraph Catastrophes. Vampires, after a battle are truthfully where we're seen at our best, a frenzy any soldiers wouldn't willingly admit wishing to witness.
This child luckily had me looking out, he'd be safe enough here with me.
Like how we should be.
With my precious one.