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The Netherworld was asleep… almost every demon was getting ready to go into their restless slumber. Everyone except.. Valvatorez. It was a dreary night, a warm breeze swept through Valvatorez's hair as he stood on the balcony just outside his room.

Little did he know, a certain werewolf was behind him. "Is something bothering you, My Lord?" he asked, seeming worried. Valvatorez turned around. "Oh, nothing, Fenrich. You can go rest, I'll be fine." He replied. Fenrich looked at him, seeming concerned. 'If you insist… all is for My Lord." He said with a bow and stalked off.

The vampire sighed, and looked at the moon. "Will it be enough.. to keep him away from Hades?" With one last look at the moon, he trudged into his room.

Before he reached his coffin, he heard noises from outside his door. "What is that at this hour!" he threw open the door, to see that a shadow of a person was standing there, with his scythe dripping with fresh blood. Valvatorez looked around and saw that Fenrich was wincing on the floor. He raced over to his servant. "Fenrich! What did he do you you!" he kneeled down beside him, but Fenrich did not respond.

"Heh, it's too late "Lord" Valvatorez.." the figure said with sarcasm. "As you can see, I have put your friend in a very detrimental state… and as you can see.. the Moon's light is fading away!" it said with a demonic laugh that cut through Valvatorez. "..Dammit! How dare you do this to Fenrich!" he said, spreading his cape out.

Fenrich twitched and weakly replied, "My Lord, please.. he will only hurt you like he did to me… something is giving him.. power.. tch…" he said as he winced in pain once again.

"Tch… I will not let someone hurt my allies…!" Valvatorez shouted at the figure.

"Heh, it's too late, I already hurt Artina too… and took her blood." It said, as it pulled a vial out of its shadow.

"..You… you… TOOK ARTINA'S BLOOD!" the vampire was enraged, his eyes turned red. "Yes, I did, and if you don't obey my orders.. I will do this to your other friends too…" the shadow smirked as it warped and vanished into the darkness.

"Tch! FENRICH! Answer me, it's an order from your Lord! Can you speak..?"

Fenrich replied, "..Yes.. My Lord.. I can… but please go find Artina.. she's in a worse state than me.. urgh.." he said.

Valvatorez summoned a cleric to heal Fenrich's wounds. "Okay.. Fenrich.. I'll be back, it's a promise." Valvatorez said as he rushed down the hall to find Artina.

Meanwhile… somewhere in the world…

"You have done well, Emizel… how did you conceal yourself so well?" questioned a small girl sitting on a throne. She had red eyes, black hair tied into braids, a black robe and a smirk on her face.

"Erm, I am Death you know.." Emizel said as he fidgeted around. The girl laughed haughtily. "I suppose so, do you have the vial of the angel's blood?" she asked.

"Yes, I do have it." The boy gave her the vial and the girl looked at it. It sparkled from the moonlight coming in through the windows. "Hmhmhm, excellent." She smiled, showing a fang. To be continued…

Okay, that's Chapter One! Please leave reviews! This was my first fanfiction, by the way. Tune in next time to see what got into Emizel! Is this his true intention! :O