Abysscess

“For as long as I live, I won’t ever lay my teeth to the innocent.” Said Luther, the Vampire.

The dark dreary undead who seems as if he was condemned at a sunless sepulchre have lived so long at Grimland Valley, where his kind appeared to be. Refusing to feed himself, he thought that the animals’ flesh and blood was enough. For years, decades, to centuries, he has been wandering around, containing his needs and desires all to himself. Hiding behind the shadows, as his morbid appearance started to spread vastly. The normal humans started to whisper and gossip about him, how disgusting his skin was, how his bloodily gore looking eyes touched the back of their nape, and the exact scent coming out of him. Almost losing his sanity, he went far and found himself in a city. 

Nobody knew him there, with such busybody people, he stood there unnoticed. He thought that this could be the last place that a being like him would reside, peacefully. However, such encounters came and made him trip over causing him to completely change his life. The thrill dashed throughout his veins, to his itchy fangs, as this woman passed over and gave such a luring scent. Never in his life could he have ever thought that he would give in to his urges. 

For the first time in a very long time, he was struck by this mysterious woman’s blood. 

But what he didn’t know was what lies in her blood.

Binded by Her Blood

He was on the ground, almost crawling as if his life was about to end right in front of him. His lips were trembling by the sight of it, it was massive, dark, and it had multiple eyes. He couldn't help but widened his eyes in fright.

"U-uh, h-help? Please help?" He was calling out for the fairy's attention as they were still busy chattering about him, but he felt them halted their discussion and was already looking at his state.

The more he crawled back, the shorter their gaps went, and he slowly was able to look at his form. He witnessed how its mouth opened and as it was about to growl, he closed his eyes and embraced his knees. Thinking that that posture could save his life from being eaten by this hideous, scornful, and obnoxious looking–

"There you go again, Wrold. You're scaring our guests again." It was Florida's voice, she was just close by as her voice can be heard very vividly.

Her Descendants