Chapter 703: True Demonlord [34] (1/2)
'Keep sinking your teeth,' *Blood-Arts: Extria,* '-there, continue.' Pure malice and hatred exuded from what used to be caring eyes. Each press of the jaw splattered crimson across the clean tiles. Hina watched in horror, ”-tell me,” he flinched, Henzh doubled down on the bite, ”-decide his fate,” he gritted. The swallowed blood glued into a crystal, '-continue, the more you ingest the easier it will be to kill.'
”GET AWAY FROM HIM,” cried across the hall, ”-IGNA!” the princess charged in with spatula in hand. Open palm to the front, a green hue rattled the floor and beds, the very foundation shook, ”-I'll kill him, I swear,” her hair levitated.
”Stand firm,” fired Igna, ”-keep the area protected.”
”Why?”
”Do as I say,” rebutted an impatient voice, ”-Hina; decide!”
”I-I-I-I…”
”DECIDE!” the head violently shook, tearing muscle and exposing bones, the sight settled on the neck, *bite*
'-Too far, only a vampire has the right to bite there.' *snap,* faint crystals surfaced from the skin, the bite eased, and it fell. The eyes turned backward; the complexion turned white. *Bouf,* knees to the hard floor, '-the turned are a menace,' the wound bled profusely, the sight alone force many to avert their gaze. The pain resounded in the stomachs. Fia took it badly and made for Hina's neck, ”-why didn't you decide!” and lifted.
”Enough,” clambered to a stand, ”-don't worry, Fia, I'm glad you cared,” stumbled to her shoulder, ”-Maids, clean up the mess and have the body cremated. Listen, people, here's the truth, death will come no matter the consequences. I might have saved the lives; I don't guarantee a full recovery. Hina, there was only one option, no matter the answer, I would have tried to rescue the man. Sadly, the lack of will, the unwillingness to answer resulted in his death. Yes, I blame you, and solely you, not the curse, nor my injuries, you killed a man, and thou art be ashamed. Heavier drips scattered across, Fia's relentless fury brought a sense of danger, soon, the duo climbed the stairs.
'Henzh…' head to the floor, '-did I kill…'
”Don't take the words lightly,” interjected Ginka, ”-stand up, Hina.”
”No, I stand behind what the alchemist did,” coughed the fatigued Froy, ”-Hina, the moment of doubt on the battlefield would have resulted in countless deaths.”
”I fear the worse,” said Meza, ”-the injuries were bad on top of which he was bitten by a turned. This might be the end for the Alchemist as well.”
”-the end?” the teary cheeks lifted to tightly pressed lips. In said moment, five maids came in stride. Armed with mops and detergents, the cleaning began, not before the body was nonchalantly transported to the backroom.
Upstairs, the unfired stove blasted into life, ”-what the hell?” narrowed Fia, ”-Igna, are you or are you not injured?”
”Oh, did I forget to mention?” he casually pointed to the injuries, ”-I heal fast.”
”The wound's gone,” her eyes widened, ”-are you immortal?”
”No, no,” he refused, ”-I used a healing spell.” The explanation seemed to ease her mind a little, '-being immortal is my ace; can't well let everyone know I can't die.'
”Still,” she pinched his sleeves, ”-I was scared…”
”I appreciate the sentiment,” he patted her head, ”-per her highness's wishes, I have prepared a feast worthy of thy title.”
*Growl,* ”-finally.”
Unknown to the masses, a faint line of crimson went along the walls and into a jar, '-went according to plan,' he ate in the company of a relieved Fia, '-Henzh was the perfect test subject for the turned syndrome. The blood sample should suffice for a rudimentary cure, if the answer isn't in the curse, tis time to investigate the blood. Letting him bite confirmed a hypothesis, the curse isn't transferred so easily, there's another factor at play.'
The morning moved tonight, besides recovery and trauma treatment, nothing of consequence happened at the alchemist quarters. The desolate land of monsters swaps for the well-illuminated Stanley's homage. Neon signs went around various shops and buildings of the famed Onimas square. A tourist hotspot and former property of the Luon Familia. A black van pulled shy of the square towards the east, a shabby alley in where moss, garbage, and water dripped from a broken pipeline. The beautiful front had a nasty secret.
”Everyone ready?” went across the earpieces.
”Asmodeus here, I'm ready,” he stretched.
”Yeah, it's working,” said Kul.
”I'm here too,” voiced Starix.
”Today's operation is simple. We're working hand in hand with the police this time. Green Light needs a reality check; Starix, you take point, Kul and Asmodeus, hang in the shadows if matters escalate; have at it.”
”Man, the wind is breaking my hairstyle,” complained the prince, ”-follow me Kul, we're moving to the roofs, up to you, rookie, prove thy worth,” and off the figures scattered from building to building. The mixture of lights peeped over yonder.
'My first scheme,' he walked, '-two birds with one stone.' *Arise, helpers from the Shadow Realm, I, humble follower, require aid,* five well-armed men in tuxedos summoned from another world.
”Ready for orders,” said one.
”Has the dud been prepared?” inquired he.
”Yes,” to which another rose in the distance, a casual face and empty stare, ”-the memories have been altered to suit the current operation.”
”Good,” he nodded, '-looks like necromancy works wonders.'
The target location, a tall building at the edge of Stanley's homage to the northeast, a straight line, and one would be at Fuda Mountains. The streets were clear, vehicles at a minimum, a range of cars crossed a bridge and made for Inexc, a rented building of various uses. The mob, mainly, the Saku, held rights to said property – one before which was owned by Luon. ”-Target sighted,” said Éclair, ”-as you do, Kul.”
”On it,” a black orb fired from quite a ways away. The impression of gunfire shook the escort, ”-BOSS!” cried one, the man fell noiselessly. In there, an ambush dashed from each corner and opened fire.
”ACTIVE SHOOTING,” spread to the nearby streets, the citizens, washed by dread, made for the center – bullets after bullets, those of the Saku Familia dropped, enforcers and hitmen alike held no chance.