Blood Beast. Sanguine Harpy.

"What's wrong?" Reginald asked, his voice calm but sharp as he approached Jerry, noticing the tension in his posture.

"We have a serious problem. A very serious one," Jerry responded, his red-and-silver eyes still locked onto the now-revealed box. His tail flicked, the runes upon it pulsing slightly.

"What do you mean?" Reginald pressed, his massive fox form still wreathed in flames.

"A Blood Beast," Jerry stated grimly.

Reginald blinked, unimpressed. "I don't see the problem here."

Jerry exhaled sharply as if trying to suppress his frustration. "They are almost immortal. Blood Beasts are vampires who failed to control their urges, transforming into mindless beasts. There is only one way to kill them, and we don't have it."

"Is that the only way? Aren't you like a Vampire Progenitor or something?"