Loose End

The day right after his killing spree, the perfect wretch was already pushing his claws against someone's else neck, however, he wasn't killing that human just yet.

"There was a little blonde girl here, just yesterday, where did she go?" he asked, making the man in charge of the orphanage feel like his ears were going to start bleeding.

Somehow, after his most recent evolution, the wretch's voice had become even more unbearable to listen to.

"I, I don't know, she wasn't anywhere to be found! Are you certain you didn't kill her and-" the wretch slightly pushed his claws deeper, pinching the man's jugular, acting as if he was going to pull on it with his hook claw rather than cut it.

Ignoring the meaningless wails of pain, the wretch felt like he was going to burst a vein.

"Don't imply I forgot anything, she was alive and well, where is she?" suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, the wretch's tone changed completely, sounding sincere and nice.

"Just tell me the truth, whatever it may be, and I'll let you go, you have my promise" he said with a smile.

"For real?" asked the man, clinging to whatever hope he had left.

"Yes, I am to be trusted" responded the monster.

"I really don't know but she must have walked away on her own, there is no way a little child like her would survive by herself, so you can rest assured that she is dead!" responded the man truthfully, feeling relieved as he felt the pull on his jugular soften.

Before the wretch could demonstrate that he wasn't to be trusted, the door to the room he was in was flung open.

A woman that was still drenched with water walked in, while the wretch had already taken care of switching his clothes, she was looking like she had just found a cache of gold in the wild.

The wretch, feeling that bad news had arrived, hid behind the man and thought threatening to kill him but one look at this woman in armor and he just finished pulling on the jugular, letting this total stranger bleed to death.

It seemed crystal clear to him that she wouldn't give a damn about a hostage.

As expected, she was unfazed and just pointed at the wretch.

"You! What is your name?" it seemed like she was going to say something before just asking this simple question.

"Don't talk to me, name yourself first and then I'll see" he sneered at her, as he already started to look for a way out.

'That bastard just had to set up his office in a room where the door and window are so close to each other' he snarled, realising that there was no good escape route.

"I am Bizinda, officially a royal knight in the service of the king and from the most awesome vampire descent, unofficially, my loyalty rests with the Obsidian Queen" she explained, expecting the wretch to nod like he had understood what she was talking about but he was just looking at her as if she was a weirdly shaped dung.

"You do know that the Obsidian Queen is the ruler of monsters?" she asked incredulously, that was supposed to be information given to monsters through the system itself, there was no way he wouldn't at least know the name.

"I am the only ruler I approve of" he casually responded, grabbing an inkhorn and gulping it down.

Bizinda noticed the strange behavior and decided that discussing was off the table for now, this guy's heart beat didn't change a single bit throughout their whole conversation, despite him clearly searching for an escape, he didn't appear to be worried in any way.

'Blood puppet!' she thought and the wretch felt his body suddenly become sluggish, completely losing control of his movements.

He fell on his ass as the sun-walking vampire approached him.

She noticed how his muscles started twitching, his bones moving around unnaturally and even how his organs started shifting positions, she guessed he was trying to make his bloodflow change its course to break the paralysis.

He had directly understood it had to do with blood despite the fact that she didn't say anything outloud, maybe he noticed she was a vampire, in any case, she wasn't going to stop using her ability so whether he managed to do it or not, it wouldn't change anything.

She put her ganted hands on his head and analysed him through his blood.

'Already on his third evolution? He seems to be only two to three month old and he hasn't shown any sign of mutations, even on the non-visible spectrum...' it was enough for her to be certain that this was the wretch the Obsidian Queen had talked of.

Adding the fact that he seemingly had perfect speech, even if his voice made her skin crawl, the words and pronunciation were all good.

'Still, his body is beyond frail, what makes the Queen believe that he is on the right level to be one of her ministers?' she went to pick up the small monster when she noticed his face started to twitch a whole lot more than the rest of his body.

Normally, someone breaking the effect of blood puppet for a split moment wouldn't matter but not when they were incredibly fast vicious.

In the few moments the paralysis was broken around the face and neck area, the wretch looked up and spat the ink he had drank a minute ago right onto the vampire's face.

Unlike his expectation however, she didn't lose control of her little ability and instead grabbed him by the head anyways.

"What a motherfucker! I am just going to take you to our Queen, I would have made you explode if I wanted you dead!" she cursed, not seeing anything at all, including how when completely limp, the wretch's body was extending like that of a cat.

After managing to recover her vision, she put the wretch on her shoulder and went away, leaving the orphanage director's body as it was.