It has been twenty years since Adelram became the Dark Lord. During that time, his reign had grown exponentially. Cornell accepted his offer in moving his village near Castle Umbra. However, his clan was not the only residents of the village. Defeated orcs, rebellious dwarfs, shamed elves, and adventurous humans also settled in the village, now dubbed Umbra Town. Even some of the actual Umbra witches took refuge in the town. Rumor had it that some of the elves, dwarfs, and humans moved there to get away from the Three Ministers. There have been a lot of rumors concerning corruption in their ranks. The town was extremely peaceful. Some of the Fallen Angels had taken Victor's monsters as bodies so that they could keep the peace in the town. Since they were loyal to Adelram, it was impossible to bribe them, and they were practically invincible. Crime was nearly impossible to commit because of these mighty guards. Trade was a simple thing to do in the town. Adelram could sense corruption a mile away thanks to his powers, so all trades were fair under his watch. The infamous drug known as Angel Dust never even entered the Southern Plains thanks to him. It was practically a Utopia.
Adelram himself had a nice life as well. Each of the women he lived with gave birth to his children. Angelica was the first. Her child's name was Angelo Umbra. An honorable man at the age of sixteen. He was known as the white knight due to his skills with the sword and his chivalry. He has the same fair complexion as his mother, but inherited his father's dark hair and eyes. Sharn gave birth to the second child. Thirteen year old Shel Umbra. An adorable orc-human. She had a darker complexion than her mother, due to her father's blood. She has short hair that reaches her shoulders, and dark green eyes. Her fangs aren't as large as her mothers, but they are still just as powerful. She is an impressive fighter, able to trade blows with her older brother. Medusa gave birth to the final two children. Her twin daughters, Stheno and Euryale. At ten years of age, the two have an impressive amount of control over their powers. It has already been predicted that they will be some of the most beautiful women in the Southern Plains when fully grown. Each of the children have brought pride to their parents on multiple occasions, and many see them as the next guardians of Southern Plains' peace.
The Dark Generals were the current protectors of that peace. Olrox, Brauner, Medusa, Sharn, Angelica, and Victor held the title. They have protected the Southern Plains from many different attacks, from the armies of the Three Plains to legendary monsters and demons. Eventually, the Three Plains stopped attacking the Southern Plains, seeing absolutely no chance of victory against the powerful protectors. One of those Generals was quite busy.
Olrox Erebus, known as the strongest and most powerful general, as well as being known as the strongest and most powerful vampire in the world, was walking down one of the castle corridors while reading a document. As he was walking, a shadowy figure was following him. Running behind pillars, and crawling against the walls, the figure tailed Olrox. Finally, the figure brandished two shinning daggers. The figure was prepared to pounce toward the target.
"Don't even think about it, Shel."
The figure fell from it's perch, but landed on it's feet. It really was Shel. She looked at Olrox with beautiful dark green eyes, a pout adorning her face. "How did you know I was following you? I tried my best to hide my aura and everything. I even tried to hide in the shadows and mask any sounds like you taught me to."
Olrox chuckled at the young orc's attempt at stealth. "You're about a thousand years to early to try and sneak up on me."
"But I don't want to wait a thousand years."
Olrox gave Shel a blank expression. "It was a figure of speech, child."
"Really? I thought Uncle Victor said I could drink the ambrosia when I'm twenty-one."
Olrox couldn't help but laugh at that. Adelram's children were all so innocent. It's true that they could drink the elixir at twenty-one, but they don't seem to grasp the concepts of figures of speech.
"Hey, Uncle Olrox, can you train with me?"
"Sorry, Shel. I need to deal with these documents. Your father can only handle so many by himself."
"Oh, that's lame."
Olrox couldn't help but chuckle at the pouting child. "Why don't you go play with one of your siblings or your mother?"
"Big Bro Angelo, yes that rhyme was intended, Uncle Olrox."
"I know, child. I know."
"Anyway, he's helping his mom tend to some sick residents. He's also supposed to teach some of the elves healing magic. Mom is out hunting. I bet she's going to bring some giant monster! Stheno and Euryale are helping their mom make some kind of new poison and some anti-venom. Uncle Victor is in his lab. Uncle Brauner is still hunting that sky octopus he saw in the sky during that lightning storm last week. Oh! Speaking of monstrous octopuses, there's been sightings of a giant monster in the ocean! It's supposed to be taller than even the hill and the castle combined! It has green skin, bat looking wings, a humanoid body, and an octopus for a head! Can we go hunt it?!"
"Can you swim?"
Shel was surprised by the question. She started to stutter before she spoke. "Uh, no."
"There's your answer."
Shel started to pout again. Olrox was the only person she couldn't have her way with, but he was also the most interesting person she had ever meet besides her parents. Besides, she was so incredibly bored. She wanted to do anything. "Hey, Uncle Olrox? Can you tell me a story? Preferably about your past?"
"Most of the history of Umbra Castle has been written, as well as any information pertaining to any of us. You can just read it in the library."
"But I've already read all of that. Besides, I want a story about your human past. Dad told me you were originally human, and I'm betting you were ridiculously awesome! Can you tell me how you got that scar?! Surviving a wound like that is proof of how badass you were!"
Olrox stopped dead in his tracks. He didn't even feel Shel run into his back. It was like he was on the battlefield twenty years ago, watching Death turn to dust. He could still hear his final words. A weak human who felt lust toward a demon. Who carries the blood of a Demon Lord. That knowledge has been haunting him for years. Especially those dreams. He would always see a powerful young man with green hair sitting on a throne. He'd always feel proud when he saw the man. Then, he'd see a woman. He never saw her face, but he would always see long, flowing, beautiful pink hair. Her legs were long and fair skinned. She also had a well endowed body. He never felt lust toward the sight; just love. Pure love. . . . Like he was looking at the woman he was supposed to spend his life with.
"-rox? Unc- Olrox? UNCLE OLROX?!"
Olrox was brought out of his trance to look down at a concerned Shel. He bent down to look her in the eyes. "Is there something wrong?"
"I should be asking you that. You got all weird and quite when I mentioned your humanity. Is something wrong?"
"No. No, it's nothing."
"Are you sure? I'd be glad to-"
She never got to finish her sentence. They were interrupted by the sound of the castle doors being kicked open. "I'm home!"
"Mom!" Shel ran toward the doors. Olrox followed at a much more casual pace. He was greeted to the sight of Sharn hugging and kissing her daughter, with a giant elephant that makes a woolly mammoth look like a chihuahua in terms of size. That thing could feed the entire castle and village for months.
With her daughter in her arms, Sharn noticed Olrox walking down the stairs. "Yo!"
"Hello, Sharn. Looks like your hunt was successful."
"Damn right it was. Would you expect anything less from..." Sharn then looked into Olrox's eyes. "Hey, are you okay?" Olrox was confused by the question. He raised an eyebrow before he asked her what she meant. "Well, you look kinda tired. You over working yourself or something?"
"Uncle Olrox has been acting weird ever since I asked him about his human past."
"Oh, is that it?" Sharn giggled at the statement. "Well, maybe you should take a break from all that paper work and do some research on yourself. Or just take a vacation. I can't even remember a time when all you did was relax. It seems all you do is work, work, work. Remember what Angelica said: even you need a break every once in a while." Olrox was just being quite. He didn't know how to respond to Sharn. Did he really look that tired? Was his past bothering him that much? "Well, I'm going to the kitchen. Those elven chefs keep bragging that they can cook anything and make it to die for. I'm gonna give them the challenge of their lives!" Some of the many elves that immigrated to Umbra Town took refuge in the castle as servants. There were many butlers and maids that took pride in their skills in cleanliness. Some of the servants that were also hired were chefs. Thanks to them, Adelram hadn't cooked a damn thing in years, but no one was complaining. They sure did know how to cook. However, sometimes it was unanimous that Adelram was the better cook. When the elves asked him to prepare the dish they apparently "failed" at, they vowed to surpass his cooking the moment they tasted it. They've been doing very well so far.
Olrox watched as Sharn dragged her prize to the kitchen with Shel's help. Fortunately, the castle grew in size to compensate for the giant slab of meat. Olrox could actually hear the elf chefs yell, "BRING IT ON!" They sounded fired up.
Olrox was thinking about what Sharn said to him. "Research myself? Hm, why not?" With that said, he used a spell to transport the documents back onto his desk, and walked toward Victor's lab.
For once, the scientist didn't blow himself up when Olrox entered his lab. It looked like he was working on someone's gun, but he still heard someone walking down the stairs. "Hm? Oh, Olrox! Come to get your guns? They're on that table to the left. They've been cleaned and updated, ready for use."
Olrox grabbed his dual pistols and examined them. They looked to be in prime condition. Ever since he witnessed the success and power of Adelram's gun, Victor had been making guns for the other Generals. Medusa was the only one who rejected the weapon. She believed her skill with the bow was more than enough. Not wanting it to go to waste, Olrox took her gun for himself, making him the only dual-wielding gunslinger in the castle. Pleased with the work, Olrox holstered his guns. "Thank you Victor, but that isn't the reason I came here."
"Oh? Did Brauner break his robot again? I seriously need to find something stronger to build those things."
"No, his robot is in tact."
"Ah, then Sharn must have sent you. Tell her her gun will be ready soon. It just needs a few more adjustments."
"Actually, I'm the one who needs your help, Victor."
Victor immediately stopped working on Sharn's gun. He looked at Olrox with a surprised expression. "Pardon?"
"Victor, I'd like to ask for your assistance."
Victor just kept staring at Olrox. He even got a piece of tissue paper and used it to clean his ears. He then took a deep breath before talking again. "Let me get this straight. You, Olrox Erebus, who has never asked for my help, even during the reign of Dracula, need my assistance?"
"Is that not acceptable?"
Victor was silent for a bit. It felt kind of awkward for Olrox. "Excuse me." Victor then walked into another room. Before Olrox could wonder what was happening, he was greeted to something that shook the very castle itself. "YES! FINALLY! AFTER ALL OF THESE FUCKING YEARS! OLROX NEEDS MY HELP! HAHAHAHAAAAALLELUUUJAAAH!" Olrox couldn't help but twitch an eyebrow. Was it really that big of a deal? Victor then calmly walked out of the room and nonchalantly sat down on his work stool. "So, how can I be of assistance?"
Olrox had to compose himself before speaking. "Remember the war twenty years ago?" Victor nodded his head in conformation. "Death said something to me. He said that when I was human... I was in love with a demon."
"You? You were practically a demon-slayer under Dracula's rule. I kinda find it hard to believe that the demon killing vampire actually loved one, even during his humanity."
"That's the exact same thing I thought. Then he said something else. He said that I carried the blood of a Demon Lord."
"YOU WHAT!?" Victor jumped up from his stool and grabbed Olrox's hands, stars sparkling in his eyes. "THAT'S AMAZING! SO, WHICH OF THE SEVEN IS YOUR PARENT?!"
"Calm down, Victor! I'm a vampire, remember? Death could have meant that I once drank the blood of one of the Demon Lords."
"Oh, I guess that's true." Victor then released Olrox's hand and sat down. "Actually, didn't you fight a Demon Lord?"
"Yes. The Demon Lord of Gluttony: Beelzebub. It was during Dracula's reign as the Dark Lord. He sensed someone powerful impeding on his territory. He sent me to investigate, and eliminate the threat if necessary. I went there alone. I was surprised to see that the intruders were demons. They wore strange uniforms. A black trench coat with green pants and a green button vest, combat boots, a dress shirt, and a tie. Since I saw no reason to kill them, I stuck to the shadows and rendered them unconscious. They were using some of the old temple ruins as a base of operations. When I reached the center, I saw a portal. Out of the portal came a powerful being. He seemed almost as powerful as Dracula himself, then I realized that his powers were sealed. He couldn't use his full powers."
"So you're saying he was stronger than Dracula?"
"Yes. At his side was a woman. A maid. She had golden blonde hair that covered her left eye, fair white skin, a visible emerald eye, and a lean body fit for combat. Fighting her was quite difficult."
"So you fought both the maid and her lord?"
"No. The lord stood back. I suppose he believed his maid could handle me on her own. I can still see the shocked look on his face when I won, and I didn't even use a single spell. Hell, I didn't even summon my swords."
"Pride crusher."
"Thank you. Anyway, the lord was not pleased by the sight. He summoned waves of lightning to attack me. It was quite difficult to dodge. In fact, one of the strikes actually connected. Yet, it barely hurt."
"A lightning strike from a Demon Lord didn't hurt you? How tough are you?"
"I didn't understand it either. I later found out that I had an extremely strong resistance to electric based attacks. However, the lord had many different techniques. He even summoned a strange emblem that would explode whenever he struck it. He turned the arena into a damned minefield. His physical strength was also quite impressive. He was even able to fly without chanting a spell. I was even blessed with the sight of his wings and tail. He used his tail as a whip like Adelram did when he was a dragon. The fight was long and taxing. It felt like days, but it was actually hours. Eventually, I was able to defeat the lord. It felt good to stand victorious after fighting such a worthy opponent. So much so, that I couldn't bring myself to slay the boy."
"Boy?"
"Yes. He was actually quite young. I couldn't help but think he had so much more potential. Collecting all of the demons, I threw them through the portal, leaving the lord for last. As I carried him into the portal, he started to regain consciousness. I looked directly into his green eyes. He looked so surprised when he saw me. It was like he was staring at a ghost. When I threw him through the portal, he tried to crawl toward it. He even stretched out his hand, but it didn't look like he wanted to get through the portal. It looked more like... like he was reaching out toward me."
"Heh, he wanted to kill you that badly, huh?"
"Maybe, but the look in his eyes. They looked so betrayed. They almost looked like they were pleading with me. Still, that didn't stop me from sealing the portal. I even destroyed the temple to prevent them from returning."
"Damn. I would have liked to go to the Demon World. Who knows what I could find."
"Sorry."
"Ah, it's alight. Anyway, we got waaaay of topic. Alright, let's try to uncover your past. Stick out your arm, please."
Olrox did just that. He watched as Victor took out a strange needle, and plunged it into his bicep. He felt the needle puncture his humerus. "What's the purpose of this?"
"Bones are a great way to examine the age of the body. I just need a small sample of your bones to see how old you are. Best way to start learning about your past is to find out how old you are. I bet even you don't know your exact age." He was right. Olrox had long since forgotten his age. It wasn't important to him. He was an immortal. Age meant nothing to him. Victor removed the needle and placed the contents into a petri dish and placed it under a microscope. After a while, he spoke to Olrox, not moving his sights from the microscope. "Olrox, how old would you say you are?"
"Hm? Well, if I had to guess... Uh, two thousand? Three? Maybe five at the most."
"Try doubling that last number." Olrox was surprised when Victor said that. "That's right. You're over ten thousand years old. You were around during-"
"The First Rapture." A legendary event. When God called all of his children to heaven and started to burn the earth, it was said that Satan committed one last act of rebellion before being imprisoned in Hell. He released a mighty storm of wind and water to extinguish God's fire. Only a hand-full of humanity survived, barely even one hundred. This gave the monsters of legend free reign over the earth. The orcs, imps, goblins, and even the elves and fairies walked out into the world. The reign of man and God had ended, and they were free to roam their home once again. Magic and sorcery were now in abundance, now that the corrupting hands of man and the powers of God were gone. The dwarfs even returned to power, and were once again revered as the greatest blacksmiths to ever live. Humans did eventually learn to coexist with the elves and dwarfs, but some still believe that a Second Rapture will occur. That is why the religion is practiced to this day. Olrox couldn't believe that he lived through that event.
"Well, I'm still older than you. Ten thousand and two hundred, baby! Whoo!" Olrox couldn't help but chuckle at the eccentric scientist. "Still, this might be a problem. There's no way we can get any information about your human past now. Information from that long ago was burned in the fires of the First Rapture. The only information that did survive involved technology. You have any other leads?"
"Death said something else to me. He said I should have stayed with the demons."
"Now that we can use." Victor started to dig around in his desk. "Demons can pretty much live forever. They're not technically immortal. They can still age, but it takes them forever to do so. Hell, according to my research, it takes them several millennia just to hit puberty. If we take what Death said seriously, there might be a demon that knows a thing or two about you."
"And how do you plan on finding one of those demons? A true demon hasn't been in the Four Plains in centuries. We only get hell beasts."
"That's easy." Victor then took out a small tool that looked like a screwdriver. "You're going to Hell."
"Huh? Victor, I destroyed the temple. There's no way to go back through that."
"Olrox, there are plenty of other portals to Hell. How do you think those hell beasts keep coming through?" Olrox actually mentally slapped himself for forgetting something so obvious. "This guy's gonna help you find the closest portal. Made it myself with the blood of a hell beast. It can track down Hell signatures. You'll be in the demon world in no time." Olrox thanked Victor before he turned to leave. "Oh, and one more thing." Olrox turned around just in time to catch something thrown at him. He looked in the palm to his hand to see a rectangular device. "It's something called a cell phone. I read about it in a book one of the dwarfs brought from their homeland. I thought it was interesting, so I built one. That thing is one of two prototypes. I have the other one. Just push the top button, slide your finger across it, and tap on the green image. My name should show up. Tap on that to call me. Just don't expect me to answer immediately. I'm a very busy man." Olrox examined the device. He did as Victor said, and heard a ringing in the room. Victor opened one of his drawers and showed Olrox his ringing phone. He then answered the phone and spoke into it. "Just tap on the red button to end the call." Olrox did that. "You can charge that thing using electric magic. There's an image on the top right corner of the screen. When it's blue, the battery life is good. When it's red, you're going to have to charge it." Olrox nodded his head in understanding, and placed the phone into his pocket. He then left Victor's lab.
When he reached the top of the stairs, he heard his phone ring. He took it out and read Victor's name. Placing his finger on the screen, he was shown a red and green image. Remembering what Victor said, he moved his finger toward the green icon and placed the phone to his ear. "I almost forgot, do you still have the canteen Adelram gave you?"
"Yes. Why?"
"You're going to Hell. Do you realize how many exotic and strange creatures you may find? Their blood could be invaluable. Make sure to bring me some samples, okay?"
"Sure, Victor."
"Oh, and about your phone. There's a bar on the side of it. It adjusts the volume. You can even make it go completely silent. If you want, you can turn off the phone completely. Just hold the top button. A screen asking if you want to shut it off will pop up. It's not like I'm gonna call you frequently, but your phone will give out warnings if it gets too low on power. It'd be awkward for that to happen if you're trying to be stealthy."
"Thanks for the warning Victor."
"So, do you want any back-up? Hell's a pretty dangerous place, even for a vampire."
Olrox couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't worry about me, old friend. I can handle myself. Besides, it's not like I'm going there for a fight. If anything, it's more like a reconnaissance mission. No fighting required. Still, keep this a secret between the two of us. Last thing I need is Brauner chasing me into Hell. He'd make things more difficult for me. The same goes for Shel. If she found out about this, she'd try her damnedest to follow me. Just tell everyone I finally took that much needed vacation."
"Alright. Still, don't do anything too reckless. Even you have limits. Good luck, old friend." With that, Victor hung up. Olrox didn't sense anyone near him. It was the perfect time to leave. Turning into dark mist, he flew out of the castle to search for a dimensional rift.
It didn't take long. Victor's contraption started to react to a certain area. When Olrox landed, he could sense the demonic energy around the area. He even saw a hell beast emerge from the ground. He killed it instantly. He brought out Victor's screwdriver, which was glowing brightly. When he walked farther in, it's light increased. Then, it looked like it was stabbing into the air. Olrox forced the tip in, and ripped into the atmosphere. He tore a hole large enough to enter. He was surprised by what was on the other side. "This is... unexpected."
It looked no different from the Southern Plains. The sky and river were a strange color of red, but everything else looked normal. He then sensed something behind him. When he turned around, he saw. . . . W-what the hell was he looking at?
It had the face of a frog. What Olrox thought were it's antennas turned out to be it's eyes. It's torso was purple in color. It's arms and legs were covered in green fur. It also looked like it had some kind of weird mushroom like growth on it's chin. The creature waved it hand at Olrox. "Yople!"
Olrox was seriously confused. It did look weirdly cute, but it was still weird enough for him to raise an eyebrow at it. Though, since he assumed it was greeting him, he did the same thing. The next thing he knew, the creature started yelling with a crazed look and fangs. Olrox didn't bulge. He could sense no malice from the creature. Then, it hugged him. The creature then patted Olrox, smoothing out his shirt before walking away. It turned around just in time for Olrox to take a picture of the creature with his phone, and send it to Victor. "Yopololino!" With that last strange word, the creature ran away.
Olrox just watched the creature disappear, until his phone started vibrating. On the screen were words. "How did you know you could take pictures with the phone? In fact, how were you able to send me the picture? I didn't mention any of that." Olrox... had just now realized that. How did he know how to do that? He sent a reply: "I don't know. It just happened."
After sending the reply, Olrox looked around the forest. He saw in the distance... a city. It was lively, even from where he was standing. He could sense so much life from it... but he could also smell fresh blood. "Well, that's a good a place to start as any, I suppose."
In another part of the Demon World, far from where Olrox was, a young man was sitting on a throne. He looked so unhappy, not looking anyone in the eye.
"My Lord?"
He looked up to see one of his most loyal servants, though he hated calling her that. After all, she did raise him when he was just a babe. "What is it, Hildegarde?"
"You seem troubled. Is there anything I can do to help you?" Hildegarde, usually called Hilda by most, was one of the most beautiful and powerful Demon Maids in all of Hell. She had golden blonde hair, flawless white skin, an enchanting green eye, and a body that both men and women would kill for. However, her most outstanding feature was her undying devotion to her master. She would do anything for him.
Beelzebub just stared at the beautiful woman, before looking away. "Yes. Please grant me privacy. I wish to be alone on this day."
Hilda was heartbroken. She had no way to bring happiness to her master. She felt so... inadequate. She bowed in a courteous manner. "As you wish, My Lord." She then walked out of the room, fighting back the tears developing in her eyes.
"He still hasn't gotten over it."
Hilda looked to her right to see a tall and handsome man leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. He had green hair that was much longer than the Demon Lord's, a muscular build, and a fang protruding from the left side of his mouth. "Has anyone 'gotten over it', Lord En?"
Lord En looked down, depression in his eyes. "I suppose not. Even after eight hundred years, his death still affects us to this day." Pain then entered his eyes. "It affects her the most. She tries so hard to hide her feelings. It's so painful to watch."
"She loved him more than anyone else. When she was informed of his death. . . . Jabberwock and Yata still blame themselves, even to this day. Yata I can understand, but Jabberwock? I've never seen him care for anyone as much as he did for him."
The two were silent for quite a bit. They didn't even move. They were so deep in thought, that they didn't even notice the bear of a man barge into the throne room. "My Lord! Terrible news!"
Hilda and Lord En cursed themselves for letting their guard down. They looked into the room to see an... apathetic Beelzebub stare at the fool who barged in. "What is it, Alaindelon?"
"There is a breach in the Demon World. Someone from the human realm has opened a portal into the Demon World."
Hilda and Lord En was shocked to hear that. Something like that hasn't been done in over five hundred years. Still, Beelzebub didn't seem to care. "And?"
Alaindelon looked confused. "Well, shouldn't we investigate?"
"Where is it's location?"
"Uh, it's in the outskirts of Satanchia."
"Then let then deal with it. Now leave me."
"Y-yes my Lord." Alaindelon shuffled out of the room.
When he left, he was then slammed onto wall by Hilda. "You absolute fool! Don't you know what day it is?!" Alaindelon looked confused. "It's the day-!" Hilda then calmed down. She didn't want to yell, in case her Lord may hear her words. "It's the day he died."
"No it isn't." Hilda looked up to see a determined Alaindelon. "He isn't dead. I refuse to believe it."
"You should." The two turned to Lord En. "He's dead. Simple as that."
Alaindelon looked angry. "How do you know that? His body was never found. There's still a chance that he's still alive! You even saw him, Ms. Hilda! Five hundred years ago! It had to be him!"
"What I saw was a single man defeat a platoon of demon soldiers and overpowered me with physical strength alone. . . . No, not a man. It was a vampire. I saw it drink the blood of one of our soldiers. He still has the scar as proof. That wasn't him."
"But Ms. Hilda! He used the same techniques! He used the same fighting style! You even saw his face! His hair! His eyes! Who else could it-"
"THAT'S ENOUGH, ALAINDELON!" Hilda couldn't contain it anymore. This conversation was destroying her from the inside out. "It wasn't him. He wouldn't become that monster. Also, if it was him, why didn't he come back? He would never abandon his family. He loves them too much. He loves her too much. "
Now Alaindelon was rendered speechless. At first, all he could do was stutter. "T-there must be some explanation. We have no idea what has become of him. Maybe he has amnesia. Maybe he was brainwashed or-"
"Just stop it, Alaindelon." Lord En was getting tired of the fruitless conversation. "You need to accept it. We all need to accept that... that..." He took a deep breath before he spoke again.
"General Furuichi Takayuki is dead."
A/N: Or is he? Everyone else seems to think so, but why is that? What happened eight hundred years ago? What will Olrox find in Satanchia? Most curious of all, what will happen should the mighty vampire come face-to-face with any of these strange people? Only one way to find out.
