Chapter 13: Unexpected part 1

Vandella carefully made his way outside of the cave, carrying jack lifeless body in his arm. He walk slowly and deliberately, his expression one of deep sadness and determination. The cave behind him was still burning, the flames casting a flickering light on the path ahead.

He continues walking, carrying a jack body for what seemed like a mile. The cave was far behind him, it's flames no longer visible on the horizon. The landscape was desolate and barren, the only sounds being the gentle rustling of the wind and the occasional howl of a distant wolf's.

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Back at the cave, horde of bats suddenly flew out from the entrance. They filled the air with their fluttering wings, creating dark clouds outside of the cloudy sky. The bars flew in every direction, their numbers were seemingly endless as they scattered all over the cloudy sky.

SWIRLING!!!

The bats forming together, creating a thick mist that slowly began to take shape. The mist swirled and churned, condensing and taking on a more defined form. Slowly but surely, the mist began to take the shape of a vampire lord, his body materializing before them once again.

The vampire lord chuckled sinisterly, his voice cold and menacing. He looked out at the landscape before him, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.

"Haha... How amusing. It seems that I have underestimated my opponents"

The vampire lord opponents were unaware of the fact that he could regenerate by using his bat skill. They assume that they had succeeded in defeating him, but little they know that he was far from defeated.

[The Boss]

Race: Vampire

Gender: Male

Name: Valerious

Title: King of the undead

Age: 500

Skill: shadow mist, bat mist, regeneration, cold aura.

The vampire lord turned his gaze back towards the cave, which was still burning fiercely. "Hmph, it seems that the mage has caused quite a bit of damage to my lair," he said, his voice was dripping with anger and irritation.

He did not seem to care about that his army that had been destroyed. To him, it was an honor for them to die in battle for their king. He saw it as a testament to their loyalty and dedication, and did not mourn their loss.

The vampire lord stood there, watching the cave burn for a moment longer.

"My loyal subjects. This place is fit to be your domain, I can't think of any better place, for you to rest peacefully," he said, while his voice was formal and cold.

The vampire lord thought about resurrecting his army, but ultimately decided against it. He saw them unworthy and untrustworthy, and didn't believe that they would be of any use to him even if he brought them back. He had no need for such servants, and so he left them in their grave, their spirit was bound to earth.

He saw them as unworthy of entering heaven, and believe that this desolate and lifeless place was a more suitable final resting place for them. "You may all rest in peace, I hope to see the day you all never come back alive, and if fate decides it? I'll make sure you stay dead," he said, his voice was deep and cold.

He started to walk away from the cave, without looking back. He was satisfied that he no longer needed them.

SWOOOOOSHHHHHH...

The vampire lord vanished into thin air, his form dissipated into cloud of a bats that quickly flew away into the sky. He was gone in an instant, leaving behind only the burning cave and the landscape.

As the vampire lord disappeared in the cloudy sky, a sudden "woosh" the sky turned a brilliant shade of blue. A bright light shot down from the sky, forming a crack in the air. A blue light beam shot towards the burning cave, it's intensity illuminating the surrounding area.

As the blue light beam struck the burning cave, a small dark shadow mist began to rise from the ground. It grew and spread, consuming the flames and slowly shrouded the area in its pitch black darkness.

As the black smoke continued to swirl and grow, a sudden surge of the black blood emerged from within it. The blood spun around in a circular motion, creating a vortex–like pattern in the air.

Within the swirling black blood, a human figure began to rise from beneath the surface. The figure slowly emerged, their body slowly materializing from the blood as it continues to spin and churn. As the human figure continued to emerge from the back blood, it began to take on more distinct form.

It was a demon figure, with a long pointed ears, black greyish skin, red eyes, sharp silver teeth, and a muscular physique with a visible sick–pack. The demon slowly opens his eyes, his expression one of confusion and disorientation.

"Hmph... Where am I?"

He seemed to be trying to piece together what had happened, his mind still hazy from whatever he had just experienced.

As the demon continued to remember his name, Andrew, recall the events leading up to his death. Remember the vampire lord and Vandella's last attack, and the intense explosion that had followed. It all came back to him in flood memories.

Andrew mind flashback to the moment of his death, remembering the precise moments when vandella had dealt the final blow. "That bastard vandella," he growled, his eyes flashing with anger.

Andrew looks down at his reflection in the blood, and for the first time, he saw his new demonic form. He looks every bit a part of a true demon lord, with his sharp teeth and muscular physique.

SWOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHHH...

As the black smoke began to whirl around Andrew, it formed six demon wings that slowly enveloped him. The smoke continues to move, eventually transforming into a new leather black cloak, long steel boots, and a silver cross necklace. Andrew look down at his new outfit, admiring the details and the fit. He couldn't help being impressed by the transformation.

"Not bad, " he muttered to himself, a hint of a smirk on his face.

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Hints: Andrew new appearance looks exactly, like the coverbook.

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Andrew stood there, still a bit disoriented and confused. He looked down at his new demonic form and the new attire he was wearing. He began to wonder how he had come back to life, how he had survived the explosion and been transformed into a demonic being.

A sudden noise rang in front of him, "DING!" The sound was loud.

Andrew looked at the message on the screen, his eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, "All mighty had brought you back from the dead," the message read.

Andrew let out a sinister laugh, his smiled growing wider with each passing moment. He couldn't believe his luck, his god had brought him back to life, and he was now more powerful than before.

"Hahahahaha....!" he crackle, his laughter echoing through the surrounding area.

As Andrew shadows came back to life, he could immediately tell that they were different from before. There were more powerful, more numerous, and more obedient than ever. He look down at his shadows, now twenty in total, and smiled. They were his command and control.

DING!

A sudden new item came out of the blue light, and floating near his palm hand. He reached out and grasped it, examining it curiously.

[ITEM]

DISGUISED MASK: To hide your true form or face and disguise yourself from your enemies.

Andrew read his discription of the new item that appeared before him. He looked down on the object in his hand, a mask he assumed would allow him to hide his real true form and face.

"HAHAHAHHA"

Andrew laughed again, a sinister smiled playing at the corner of his mouth. He couldn't believe how lucky he was again, first being back to life, and now receiving another amazing gift from his God. It was turning great for Andrew.

Andrew place the disguised mask over his face, and his true form was instantly concealed.

"ZIZZ!" The sound of transformation.

He looked down on himself to look at his reflection, inspecting the mask if it worked.

"It works"

Andrew continue to look at himself, admired the transformation that the disguised mask had provided. He now look exactly like his human self, with no trace of demonic form remaining.

As Andrew continues to marvel at his appearance, a sudden "Ding!" sound rang again. He looked over to see a new message appearing on the screen.

Andrew read the message on the screen, and a smiled across his face. "You be teleported back to MistWood," it said. He was relieved to know that he would be returned to his village, and couldn't wait to see what awaited him over there.

"BZZZ!" The sound of the magic electricity.

As magic circle appeared beneath Andrew's feet, he knew that it was his time to go. He braced himself for the journey ahead, and prepared himself for what whatever may come when he arrives there. He instantly, teleported back to his village.

He looked around, and found himself standing in a familiar surroundings of his church. "It's still the same, just like how I left it."

"Hahaha...!" a sudden voice echoing from afar.

The Andrew started to hear unknown voices echoing in the air, "Hmph... What's this sound?"

He was back in MistWood, back at his home base. He looked around on top of his hill looking down, taking the sight and the sounds of the village from a distance, he can hear the voices echoing from afar.

"Hahaha.... Let's cheer," a man's voice.

"Music playing!," the loud instrumental medieval playing.

"You're so sweet," she said, while she was seductively trying to seduce a man.

Andrew listens carefully, and could faintly hear the voices of the villagers in the distance. Even he was high up on the hill and several miles away, he could still hear them clearly, their voice carrying on the wind.

Andrew realized that his senses had been enhanced. He could hear things from much farther away than he should have been able to, and his vision seemed sharper than ever before. Andrew, close his eyes and started to focus his mind, hears and see what's happening from a mile away.

"Beating!" a normal heartbeat sound, from afar distance, echoing through the wind.

Andrew senses were heightened to an incredible degree. He could see through their flesh of the villagers, seeing their blood vessels and beating heartbeat from afar. It was as if he could see every minute of detail of their bodies, even from such a great distance.

"Momma!," a child voice echoing across the winds, while walking with his mother.

Andrew realized another thing, he could still see and hear very, clearly, even with his eyes close. It was as if other senses had been also heightened to compensate for the lack of vision. He could see the kid with her mother, from afar just clearly as if it were daylight, even in the darkest of the night.

"If I could hear and see from this distance, hmm... Let's try something else." Andrew said, while having evil intention. With deep and sinister voice.

Suddenly, Andrew decided to focus his attention on someone, determined to see if he could sense someone he knows from a distance. He closes his eyes and concentrates, using his heightened senses to try and locate the person.

"Momma, will you think they will come back?" a child voice, his voice was full of worry and concern.

"Joseph. Everything, will be alright." She said, with warm and gentle voice and trying to reassure her child.

Andrew could hear the voice of a child and his mother. "There you are," he said, with an eerie tone.

Andrew smiled widened as he used his heightened senses to find and locate Elizabeth. He knew exactly where she was and how to get on her easily. He couldn't wait to see her again, and continued his deception.

He was able to somehow fully understand his new and unknown powers, he didn't have to learn or wait a couple of months to hone his abilities. He manage to understand it with mere thoughts, it's like he already knew it before it hit him. It was as if he had instinctively known how to use them, and didn't need to practice to perfect them. It is as if he had these powers, even before he had been transformed.

WOOOOSHHHHHH!

Andrew vanished in a mist, and within moments, and reappeared in a cloud of a fog, heading quickly towards where Elizabeth was located. His movement was fast and silent, he was able to move without making a sound.

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[Joseph parents house]

Back at the location where Elizabeth and Joseph were, they continue their conversation. The mother's voice was soft and comforting, while the son voice was filled with worry and concern.

"I hope that sir, will come back safely," he said, his voice was still filled with worryness.

Joseph voice was filled with worries and concern for vandella. It seemed that he was fond of the mage and worried about his safety.

"You don't have to worry, sweetie. He's a strong man, he won't die easily," she said, while her voice was soft, reassuring her son that vandella was a strong man who can take care of himself.

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