Eternity.

Some would be scared by it, afraid that someday they'll just become tired of living, that they'll keep losing all those they love over and over; for others it would be a blessing, to be immortal -and Cyrus was more of this opinion. Immortality meant there were no bounds to what he could and couldn't do, that he could carefully plan and craft the grandiose dreams of his and keep on his legacy without fearing his successor to destroy his hard work.

Being eternal was the closest feeling he had to being a god.

However, he had to admit that he indeed questioned its advantages occasionally; what was the point of being eternal when you were relegated far from that oh so hated society that he needed to influence, to manipulate to bring him to success? He was no one now, wiped away from existence. And, even if he were to go back to that disdainful, polluted world, he could still not do much. Because people would notice. Because they would ask far too many questions.

Because technically, he was dead.

Cyrus sighed, staring at Giratina lazily flying through the nothingness of the Distortion World. It had been almost 20 years since his dream had been crushed, and with it, his humanity. But it was all a matter of time, of generations, before he could go uunoticed and mingle with those pathethic humans to finally bring his new, perfect world to life. And thankfully, he had all the time in the world.

Briefly passing his fingers on one of his long canines, he wondered when his servants would be back.

"Saturn."

A large, female Crobat nodded as to aknowledge the presence of the younger Swoobat.
"Yeah, nice to see you back too, Jupiter. Always so eloquent." said the Swoobat rolling his eyes, before taking the form of a blue-haired young adult with a poof.

The Crobat did just the same, and with her now far more capable hands she immediately reached for the vials she kept attached to a necklace, wordlessly.
"Errrh, so," started Saturn, attempting a conversation: "how many did you get this time?"
Jupiter simply raised her seven vials, and kept walking through the dark halls.

"Well, I got five, so it's not too far off! You should stop acting all-"

"I GOT TEEEEN~!"

Saturn's speech was cut off as a loudly squealing Noibat crashed on him with unnatural strenght for a bat, sending him flying against the nearest surface of support: the floor.

"Good evening Mars. You're late." stated Jupiter crossing her arms and momentarily stopping her march down the halls.
"Yeah, I know, but it's good reason!" exclaimed the unnaturally red Noibat, looking as if she was pouty and happily excited at the same time: "See? I got ten! Better than you, Juju!"
The older woman sighed, placing a hand on her hip: "It is about quality, not quantity, Mars. Stop making a childish challenge of everything. And my name is Jupiter."
"Whatever, you're probably just jealous anyways!" concluded Mars, suddenly poofing in her human form and fiercily turning her head to the side, eyes closed and pouty lips as if to emphasize her point.

"M-Mars...please get off... I'll die…!"

The redhead glanced down, having not realized she was still over the poor knocked out Saturn, and stood up readily, not before giving him a punch on the head.
"You trying to tell me I'm fat or something?!"
"Well, it's you the one who likes fat cats and eats sweets rather than fruit like any other normal bat, isn't it?"

Jupiter closed her eyes with a sigh, stepping between the two and firmly grasping them by their heads to keep them in place.

"May I inquire about the reason of so much noise?"

Cyrus' deep voice seemingly rumbled through the dark and empty halls, sending shivers to the quarrelling three, who immediately bowed down.

"No fuss, sir!" started Mars: "Just Satty being an idiot like usual!" and before anyone could say more, she removed the vial-holding necklace and proudly swinged it under Cyrus' nose: "Lookie, lookie! Got ten of them this time! Are you proud of me, Master Cyrus?"

The man's face was void of expression as usual, and after staring at the vials and then at the three he simply turned on his heels and started walking down the hall he came from.

"I was wondering when you'd be back."

And the three young servants took that as cue to follow him.

Jupiter slightly smirked as she observed her Master silently enjoying the vials of blood she'd offered him; he may look expressionless, but she'd gotten used to read the slightest hints of his current mood.

Afterall, she was the one who knew him better out of the other servants, and she knew exactly how he liked his blood as well: if he truly had to live off the incomplete, corrupted people he despised so much -and living like this was loathesome to him, hitting right at his pride- he would have wanted at least the blood of people as closest as his ideal of perfection as possible.
So, Jupiter had learned to go after people who seemingly lacked emotions, or could manage them extremely well.

Saturn did a good job too, but she knew that with him being a Swoobat -one of those pesky fruit bats she would normally despise- he was at disadvantage, not being able to smell the blood and how it would taste like she could do. And Mars…

She glanced at Cyrus almost throwing up the blood from one of Mars' vials.

...well, Mars was more impulsive, and mostly followed her instict than observing the right prey. The only "right" prey to her were the easy ones, so that she could take as much as she could. When would she learn that Master Cyrus favored quality and not quantity…

At the third-to-last vial brought by Mars, Cyrus suddenly widened his eyes and stopped drinking it, pensively staring at the remaining crimson blood. The three bat servants stiffened, and Saturn spared Mars a quick glance as if to say "that's it, you royally screwed up this time" while Jupiter squinted her eyes trying to read her Master's new expression.

Then, slowly, without breaking his gaze to the blood, Cyrus finally spoke, his voice stone cold: "Where...whose blood is this?"

"A-a blonde young woman, sir!" promptly replied Mars, shifting her weight from feet to feet nervously; she couldn't still understand if her Master was pleased or furious -nobody really did- and it was making her very uncomfortable: "She wasn't an easy target, but I managed to strike when she was talking over the phone….I think the person on the other line referred to her as Champion, but I don't know much more than that…!"

Cyrus stopped staring at the vial and drank its remaining contents, reclining back on his armchair with an almost inaudible sigh.

"I demand more."

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for inactivity, I already struggle to find time as a freelance artist, that I sadly almost never have time (or inspiration) to write…

And as sadly happens during long periods of time, interests change. So, I still love and adore the Rocket Executives and I have full intentions to finish MoaRE someday, but for now I'm focusing for a bit on my waifu Cynthia….you can expect some Mizuhikishipping and Darksteelshipping from now on, yes. uvu

So, I'm terrible at summaries but as you may have understood, this story is an AU where Cyrus is a vampire living in the Distortion World, with a special craving for the blood of a certain Champion... It's based as most of my stories on an RP I made with my sister, I'm just...kind of novelizing it, ahah! If now it seems confusing feel free to ask any questions, but most should hopefully be answered as the story progresses.

And since I like my stories to be a fruit salad of characters I like (and FF is terribly cheap in terms of tags), here's the full cast! You'll discover yourself who's a major chara and who isn't ahah ;3

Cyrus, Mars, Saturn, Jupiter, Cynthia, Steven, Wallace, Volkner, Malva, Lysander, Prof. Sycamore, Diantha, Alain; more may appear but if they do, they're certainly not planned now xD

Well, hope you enjoy the work of my ever crazy mind!
(yes sis, if you're reading, the core idea was mine and so were the majority of twists :U But this couldn't be without you, thanks for bearing with my RP needs ;v; )