AN: Welcome back to the next installation of my story, I'm going to continue to tie up loose ends from here.
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In case any readers were confused, here is some pertinent information:
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Makoto Shimura- The Vampire Yuichiro initially befriended, and is technically unemployed. She is a scholarly Vampire who has spent most of her days learning about new things.
Nagare Muro- The Vampire Chihiro initially befriended, he is one of the many individual Vampires assigned to patrol the city under City Guard jurisdiction. He has permission to leave the city as he pleases.
Sho Tetsuya- He is the head blood technician for all of Sanguinem, all blood in the city goes through his hands first. He has unparalleled knowledge in medicine and narcotics.
Crispin Stoker- An important Vampire not mentioned in this chapter. He is a Section Commander for the patrolling parties who works in tandem with City Guards.
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Part 1: Sadism
[The tendency to derive pleasure, especially sexual gratification, from inflicting pain, suffering, or humiliation on others; Deliberate cruelty]
1:46 A.M.
Makoto had cleared away a thick layer of snow from the roof she was on and had flattened herself to the ground to watch the lot. The patrols were frequent but so far only one of the Vampires had actually looked at the unit.
She counted three separate patrols in total with three members in two and five in the third. They were vigilant by she could see the tiredness seeping into their limbs. The cold biting air had to be getting to them by now.
Her eyes begin to droop with drowsiness as neared her limits. Her eyes snap back open at the sound of crunching snow and a tired sigh. The patrols had all returned and were now in the process of starting a bonfire.
She yawns silently into her hand and changes her position from prone to kneeling. The only City Guard in the group gives several orders she couldn't make out and takes a sitting position up against a building. After several minutes his breathing slows down to a nearly nonexistent rise and fall.
"Nagare, I've found my opening. There isn't any time to wait to see if it sticks. I'm going now."
She grips the lip of the building and vaults over the edge in one movement. She sinks her fingers into the rotting wood of on its side on the way down to slow her descent. She releases the building at the end and gracefully lands in the snow bank.
The light generated by the bonfire grew steadily in the dead of night. One of the patrolling Vampires turns around at the sound of her hitting the snow. He stares with tired scrutinous eyes for several long seconds before turning back to the fire.
She darts out of the snow bank and into the nearest shadow. She glances at the one City Guard, still fast asleep. He was motionless from her perspective, hood drawn over his eyes.
She pauses and leaves the shadow in a jog moving away from the bonfire. She was out of visual range in the dark in only a few second and slides the last of the way.
Unlike with the City Guard, the hatch didn't open as she crouched before it. She brushes the fresh snow away until the metallic doors came into view.
"How's it coming, Shimura?"
"I can't get the unit to open."
"I doubt it uses a motion sensor. There is some physical component to open it, keep looking."
She tucks the radio back into her cloak and starts brushing even more snow out of the way. The metal surface had been uniform for as far as she could see. There was no way that she would miss something different.
Her hands catch what her eyes completely missed, a seam between the metal and a molded piece of plastic. She pushes her fingers into the split and pulls the hidden lever back.
The ground in front of her seemed to hiss and the snow falls into the now opening hatch. She takes a small step backwards as the main ventilation unit rises up from the darkness.
She brushes the snow off her sleeves as the machine comes to a halt. She runs her hand over the cool surface and reaches into her cloak for the radio.
"Nagare, I got it come up. I just need to change the settings."
She nearly jumps back as the machine interface unlocks. A keyboard and monitor appearing before her. She frowns as ten horizontal bars appear on the blue screen.
"We might have a problem, the system required a password for me to do anything. It's ten digits long, I would need days to brute force this."
"Damn it... you're right... we don't have the time or resources. We should call it quits. Get out of sigh-"
Nagare stops talking into the radio and chills crawl up his spine. His heart speeds up at a sudden pounding at the door. He sits the radio down ignoring the concerned voice of Shimura on the other side of the line.
The pounding on the door to the building continues as he draws closer. The smells in the room were overwhelming his senses, he couldn't tell who was on the other side.
He stops just before the door and places his palm on the door.
"Who's there?"
"It's Yuichiro, can I come in?"
The Vampire sighs in relief and immediately unlocks the door from the inside. He opens the door immediately and smiles thinking himself silly for worrying.
"I'm glad it's you who came knocking, I had the most ominous feeling. I'm not sure what it was now but it's a weight off."
His facial expression quickly changes to one of horror as a Vampire appears in the doorway behind me. He restrains me easily and surges forward into the building in the time it took to bare his fangs. Nagare barely had time to make any noise before he was nearly bisected at the waist.
He crumbles to the flood in a heap and the intruder steps over his dismembered body. He restricts my airway and I was already beginning to see stars, I heard him chuckle before finally losing consciousness.
Makoto continues to whisper harshly into the now silent radio. Nagare had stopped speaking suddenly and hadn't returned to the radio yet. Suddenly she hears rustling on the other end of the line.
"I'm sorry, he won't be able to return to the radio. He's a bit preoccupied.
"Please don't kill them..."
Ferid Bathory smiles into the radio and strolls around the room without a care in the world. Nagare is slumped up against a bookcase, blood pooling around him.
He slowly lifts up the map stolen from his estate from the only table in the library. He almost frowns at how none of this was making sense.
"Ones bleeding out at this very moment. His wounds don't seem to be healing. Anyway I wondered why the map was stolen and yet no one tried to escape the city. Why do you think that is?"
She had never felt so useless, so far from her home and yet so close to a milestone. Somehow she didn't think getting back out here so easily again anytime soon.
"So which is it? Continue forward or return to the beginning to save a life? Live or die misses... live or die?"
She closes her eyes in concentration for a moment as everything seemed to fall apart around her. She wouldn't beg but there had to be some other way around this. Then something came into her mind, something so stupid it might actually work.
"Coward."
Suddenly the grin fell from his face and anger clouded his gaze. The Radio groaned under the strength of his grip.
"What did you say?"
She struggled not to gulp in fear at his suddenly icy tone. Projecting her voice confidently despite shaking in fear. The antagonism seemed to be working.
"I always knew our chances were low but apparently they were high enough to make you cautious. Sure, you could end it all here, but it just highlights your cowardice."
"You dare insult my character wench. I shall have your head for that."
She takes another deep breath to calm the beating in her chest. She switches the radio to her other hand and leans her back up against the ventilation unit.
"This is a game to you, you find the weak struggling amusing We can play that game too, we could even offer you the challenge of a lifetime. I guarantee we won't be easy opponents. Let's keep playing Lord Ferid... unless of course you fear you might lose to mere common Vampires?"
There was silence on the end of her radio as Makoto waited in fear of his response. She heard him grind his fangs into the molars on his lower jaw.
"The password to the ventilation system is 'immortality'. I don't know what you plan to do with it and I don't care. This will be the greatest tragedy for livestock as I take everything you hold dear."
She could hear the vitriol in his tone as the radio turned off form his end. She quickly turned back to the ventilation system and entered in the password he had given. The system accepts it and she turns the power to its maximum level.
Mission accomplished.
Part 2: Seraphim
[An angelic being, regarded in traditional Christian angelology as belonging to the highest order of the ninefold celestial hierarchy, associated with light, ardor, and purity]
The last thing I remembered before passing out was the tight grip constricting my airway and the horror on his face. Then I knew nothing at all.
As unconsciousness took me I was forced onto a path to place where there could be no pain. I plummeted into the abyss of darkness all alone in the world. The sensation of falling was almost peaceful in comparison to what my days normally were.
I woke up again in a desolate grey desert that seemed to stretch on forever in all directions. What might have seemed frightening years earlier now seemed like a great place to just curl up and disappear in silence.
The sand was neither cold nor hot and the sky seemed to be a dreary grey color. I stand slowly, dusting the sand from my back as I take another sweeping look around.
In the distance I could faintly see the black outline of something in contrast with the grey sand. It was much too far away to even begin to guess what I was looking at. I found myself walking towards the black outline without even thinking about it.
The closer I inched the more nervous I became as it became apparent that it wasn't a rock. It was humanoid and looked to be surrounded by its own black wings.
Where the wings didn't cover his body I could make out a coal black robe. I felt as though I'd swallowed something extremely hot at this moment because my chest burned. It felt like the world was spinning around me.
I touched my chest where my heart was and jumped as my hands closed around something metallic. I open my eyes to see a black iron chain protruding from inside my chest. I yank on it instinctively and the pain intensifies causing me to momentarily black out.
I land in the sand on my ass, unable to take my eyes off the chain. I stop moving as the chain jangles causes me to look up again. The man was now looking directly with yellow eyes. My mouth hangs open at the sight of the same chain in his own chest.
"Remove your hands from the chain you imbecile."
I immediately release the chain from my gasp and the man turns away again. I quickly noticed that there were more chains on his body than just the one that connected us. There were a pair on his wrists and another on his ankles.
"Hello, I apologize for bothering you. Where are we exactly?"
The man remains motionless and completely ignores me. If I hadn't seen him move moments ago I could easily believe he was statue erected in the desert. There was no rise and fall of his chest, neither one of us needed to breath here.
I take a reluctant step towards him, mindful of the sensitive chain protruding from my chest. I dust off my shirt nervously as he continues to stare off into the distance.
"A place that is nowhere, and yet... everywhere you shall ever go."
"What the heck does that even mean? ... and what are you exactly?"
His head snaps back to look at me yet again, his gaze empty. The wings surrounding his body unfurl and suddenly the answer to my question seemed obvious. My perception of him changed even further as four sets of wings emerged from underneath the first.
He slowly begins to levitate into the air without the need to move his wings. The air around us begins to pick up in a swirling wind as he nears the end of his chains.
"I am being that transcends all things of this Earth, the only above me is the lord and our savior. I am the King of Salt, Seraph, and of the highest celestial hierarchy."
Suddenly his ascension stops just before the chains can pull taut and he clutches his chest. He comes crashing back down into the sand as if reality had finally taken hold.
He violently coughs into his hand from his now crouched position. A black tarlike substance sprays from his lungs onto his hand and the sand at his feet. I was suddenly feeling sick to my stomach.
"You're an angel then? What's wrong with you and where the hell are we?"
"I have been tainted by the very sin I was tasked to cleanse. If I do not return home, then my body will fail completely..."
His breathing finally stabilizes and he leans back to look into the grey sky. He closes his hand around the sand beside him and raises a fist full to his lap.
"I would sometimes peer through your eyes in hopes of just a mere glimpse of the stars. I searched and searched but the stars never did reach me. I won't ever see them again, will I?"
"You mean the stars in the night sky, and you said that you looked through my eyes. You are chained and bound not just to the sand below but... to me..."
He closes his eyes in response to my words as if reality was all too much for him. Suddenly the turbulent motions left his heart and he stood back up to his full height. My heart froze after realizing how close I had gotten. He towered over me without even trying.
"The humans ensnared my mind and tore my body limb from limb. You then added onto your blackest sin by using what was left of my essence as something to make humans stronger. Oh what a failure it was. My only wish was to have seen Avantheim once more before I finally died."
The world of salt around us suddenly began to shake violently, his breathing evening out. The chains binding him to the salt and to me suddenly turned so salt and fell away.
His wings stretched out to their maximum span and cloudy sky began to clear. The stars were not above but instead an endless expanse of darkness that seemed to be swallowing everything into it.
"The world shall be bathed in a sea of conflagration and then drowned in a sea of salt. This is fate Humans, Vampires and Demons all share. The world will be born anew once again."
I struggled to elevate my voice over the winds now whipping past us. The salt was also in a frenzy, making it difficult to see anything. The only thing still telling me he was still there were his glowing yellow eyes.
"It doesn't have to be that way at all! It can't be the only way! Not everyone of this world is evil, can't you see it? Why destroy the whole world because people in it are bad? There are so many good things! Why don't you and I go see the stars... together!"
The eyes stare at me for several seconds before his voice easily cuts through the noise. The eyes disappear not a moment after and I was left in total darkness.
"I think not, the only thing you and I shall do is disappear together into the abyss."
Part 3: Prison
[A building (or vessel) in which people are legally held as punishment for crimes they have committed or while awaiting trail]
Two weeks later
The news traveled up the grapevine of Sanguinem like the same fires we planned to set. Apparently several Vampires, including one Noble were now dead from blood poisoning. The city was in an uproar for all sorts of reasons.
The worker class was quietly protesting at the now quarantined Blood Bank. Well... they might have been protesting if the City Guards weren't watching them intently. The entire building was surrounded, there was much more sneering at the crowd than expected. Who would have thought there was such a disparity between Vampires?
The silence was smothering amongst the crowd, even across the bridge that led to the place. The news was unclear about how drinking blood could give a Vampire blood poisoning. Could a Noble really be killed by something so simple? If it were true it would be on our list of things to do before leaving this place. Even if we died.
My eyes stop on one Vampire who didn't appear anxious at all. His hood was down below his shoulders and his spine was completely straight. As if he was standing not for himself but for many people.
It had been a long time since I had seen that downtrodden mug. He fidgeted slightly as he stood in the crowd, was he nervous or possibly guilty? I couldn't be sure.
What I was sure of was that he was now drinking a steady supply of blood. His face was no longer shrunken and his body didn't look malnourished. The way he carried himself told the true story.
While our younger brothers and sisters waited at home I sat casually with Mikaela, Akane, Chihiro and Kota across from the Blood bank. The entire building was surrounded by City Guards while it was investigated.
"Come on guys, let's get a closer look."
Akane, Mikaela and Kota look at me strangely as I stand from the public bench and stride towards the gathered crowd. Akane is the first to snap out of it quickly begins to tail me.
The crowd parts for me in numb unison, like the river parts for a rock in its bed. I couldn't see their eyes but they all shared the same defeated look on their faces. Hunger in their souls and desperation sinking into their starving guts.
I stop behind the head technician who doesn't respond to my presence at all. The position of his head shifts upwards ever so slightly.
"Do you ever wonder if the current reality is the result of our own sins? Do we as individuals only have ourselves to blame for what comes our way?"
He finally acknowledges my presence with cold eyes that had never seen the sun. His tone was clipped and filled to the brim with sorrow. He was waiting for an answer I wasn't certain of myself.
"I want to know what your answer is. Why do you think bad things happen to good humans and Vampires? Do we not all bleed and suffer?"
"Bad things happen because this world is not just. It never really was to begin with, we were just good at ignoring it before weren't we?"
He turns away in silence after receiving my answer, Akane appears at my side moments later. Sho's gaze was now fixated on a City Guard who had broken the perimeter of the Blood Bank and was moving in our direction.
A few of the working class Vampires take tentative steps backwards in response to his presence. He stops five feet from the now deathly silent crowd and stares for a moment.
"Alright, enough of this passive-aggressive bullshit. I want this crowd dispersed immediately. Go home now and let it go... or I can make you."
He didn't even reach for his sword and most of the Vampires in the crowd were already turning to go. Sho stares at the City Guard intensely for a moment before finally giving in and retreating.
He pauses as he feels a firm hand on his shoulder stopping his forward movement. He turns to find himself face to face with the City Guard.
"Are you the lead technician Sho Tetsuya?"
Sho nods slowly in confirmation.
"Then I need you to come with me sir. I need you to bypass the security systems for the doors and vault inside the building. We could always get assistance from a Progenitor but we are trying not to waste their valuable time. Will you comply?"
"Of course."
He turns back to look directly at me for a moment before looking the City Guard in the eye. The Vampire with the higher status turns and begins a brisk pace back towards the building.
"Try not to die."
The electronic locks on the door opened immediately as Sho approached them. Several more groups of Vampires join him on him on his way into the building.
While he stops at his master terminal the other Vampires continue on towards the blood storage chambers. The City Guard stops at his terminal and hands him a separate keycard.
"My card will give you clearance to open up the vault at the back of storage chamber. You know the system best, make sure the doors stay open until we finish."
The City Guard continues on without waiting for his response. He plugs his own card into the system and the steel doors protecting the freshest blood swing open.
He removes his own keycard and inserts the other into the terminal. The screen flashes for several moments before a circular door appears he had never seen before.
So this is the vault.
He twists the City Guard's key and the door begins to slowly rotate. The Vampires standing in front of it back up as its inner workings come undone. Sho immediately goes to remove the key when something else catches his eye.
He scrolls away from the live camera feed to something else with a name in Japanese. This was peculiar indeed.
"I can't read this gibberish..."
He selects the item in the system anyway and a directory opens in Japanese text. He presses the enter key again and ten segmented horizontal lines pop in front of his eyes.
What is this?
"A password is required beyond this point."
He nearly jumps out of his skin as the voice plays through the terminal. He didn't even know it could speak at all. He turns towards the opened doorway to the vault and prepares to exit the system when a thought occurs to him.
He pulls his own keycard out again and plugs it into the system alongside the second one. The screen flashes again for a few seconds before the voice speaks again.
"Admin access granted, authorization complete. Welcome to Sanguine Carcerem."
The password dock fills itself out before his eyes, he made sure to memorize the password. The password then disappears in a flash and the floor underneath him jolts. He is tossed forward and grips the sides of the terminal and everything falls.
Maybe that was an exaggeration, the terminal and the floor was actually a lift. A docked elevator which was now hurtling downward too fast for his stomach to keep up. He braces himself for impact and the touchdown was as violent as he expected.
He is tossed face first onto the hard ground and he was sure he'd bruise later. He slowly forces himself into a crouch and gasps at the sight of pure red beneath his feet.
All around him the floor was transparent and a red liquid was just under it. He breathes out hard and in as deeply as possible, the tantalizing smell of blood filling his nostrils.
He grins to himself in excitement before the sound of a shifting body causes him to jump. He tilts his head up enough to the see the rows of cages lined up above the reservoir of blood. The nearest one gave him the most pause.
Two hands slowly grip the metal bars and a pair of red eyes stare at him from within the darkness. His eyes widen as the Vampire bares his fangs at him, his eyes glazed over completely.
This is... this is a... prison...
Part 4: Demon
[An evil spirit or devil, especially one thought to possess a person or act as a tormentor in hell]
One Week Later
Nagare winced in pain as Makoto assisted in moving him into a chair near the table. The hole in his stomach was still open but he had managed to regenerate the stomach from dismembered pieces.
"You ought to be resting, Nagare, you barely managed to regenerate the stomach and its lining. If the stomach were to rupture we wouldn't be able to save you."
"He's right to keep pushing forward, were all running out of time. He needs blood to heal the wound fully, we get that but most of us are running on empty. We can't keep up with regular and samaritan donations."
She scowls at Mikaela who had spoken from across the room. He kept his back firmly to her in case she did glower at him. Nagare grunts to draw her attention away from the younger human.
"He could say it in a nicer tone, sure, but he's absolutely right. We need to keep up appearances, I can't return to work like this. In a few days the Nobles will drop by to inquire about my absence. The injury should net me some modicum of compensation."
I drop down gently from the second floor of the library with tea, my mood souring at his attitude. I was prepared to drop so long as the conversation ended there.
"I doubt it."
I slam the tray of tea down onto the table prompting Mikaela to shut his mouth.
"Mikaela, I'm not asking to become friends with anyone. I'm asking to you respect the people working towards our escape. Can you please call a truce until we get out?"
He turns to scowl at me for a moment before someone rings the buzzer to the administration building. The entire Hyakuya family was already here and Shimura had been here overseeing Nagare's recovery.
Whoever was at the door now wasn't a part of our group. Makoto wondered if it was Ferid tired of waiting and ready to finish the job. She swivels her head to look at every person in the room with her finger over her lips.
She lowers her hand and glides across the room to the ladder leading to the loft. She takes the entire distance in a jump and presses the button for the intercom.
"This is private property, who is this?"
"Don't play coy with me, Shimura, this is Sho Tetsuya. I wish to speak with Yuichiro at once. I've come alone."
The electronic locks on the door click as he was allowed entry into the building. He pulls the door open with the tips of his fingers and pushes it the rest of the way with his foot.
The door shuts with a resounding boom as he hobbled through the foyer of the building. Dozens of pairs of eyes watch him cautiously from places all over the room.
He ignores the stares and proceeds deeper in the library before stopping at the table. He sits the heavy cooler on the table and a thick file on the table by it. He then loosens the collar on his shirt before taking a seat himself.
Makoto jumps down from the loft and appears behind him menacingly. He loosens the neck of his shirt without an ounce of fear on his face.
"What do you want?"
"I made several discoveries in the past week, and learned of things I would rather not have seen. I'm willing to share them with you, but in return you all need to give me an out."
Makoto looks at Nagare who was subtly shaking his head no and then back at Sho. She overrules his thoughts and nods slowly in affirmation. He taps on the side of the black cooler he had brought with him.
Sho stands from his seat and enters a password in the black cooler. Several tubes protrude from the top, white smoke billowing from them. This was just about the amount of blood the average Vampire earned in a year.
"I suggest using the feeding tube, otherwise he runs the risk of disconnecting the esophagus from the stomach."
Nagare opens his mouth wide in anticipation as she grabs the feeding tube. He twists the nozzle on the cooler, causing some blood from the first cylinder to drain.
"Alright Tetsuya, you have our attention. Let's talk escape."
It was both morbid and magical watching his body heal his grievous wounds in seconds. Half a cylinder of blood was gone but Nagare was back on his feet and stretching. It was almost like the wounds had never been there, no scarring to be seen.
"Let me make sure I understand you correctly. You discovered an isolated prison below Sanguinem from a lift inside the Blood Bank. A lift you believe was installed by the guy who had the position before you. This guy... whatever his name was..."
"Choseki. His name was Choseki Kawasaki. He was a part of Sanguinem nobility and head technician before me. I'm guessing the knowledge he obtained would be detrimental if it ever got out to the city above."
The silence in the room following his words was broken as a tea cup shattered against the stone floor. Everyone turned to the source of the noise to see me staring off in space.
Shimura reaches my side in the next instant and shakes me lightly. I don't respond and my eyes begin to glow a putrid yellow color. His mentioning the prison had brought back memories from the time I had spoken with the Seraph inside me.
The words that left my mouth next were not my own but came from deep within. The pitch of my voice changed and distorted as the words flowed faster.
"That prison where the hopeful go to languish in a cesspool of their own suffering. Their very souls will blacken and their minds will fill with hatred and loathing. Those who succumb to these feelings become malignant Demons... mere shells of their former selves. A Demon powered by such dark emotions can then easily be sealed into a weapon for personal gain."
Shimura and the rest of my family stare at me in horror as I am overcome with laughter. As if everything said previously was humorous at all.
My eyes begin to dim and I lose consciousness several moments later. The same distorted laughter kept repeating itself in my mind until everything faded away into nothingness.
Part 5: Solace
[Comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness]
One Month Later
The tension had been building in Sanguinem for the last month. The number of blood poisoning cases had been on the rise and so far no official word had been given as to why it was happening... and what would be done to stop it.
The only thing keeping the city from openly rioting was the increased presence of City Guards. Unless an official statement was given by Krul Tepes soon, then even the increased military presence wouldn't be enough.
All the better for their plight though, she was in the best shape of her life thanks to the blood from Sho. All the anger and hate circulating through the city made it easy to slip in and out during the day.
It had been a month long project and had actually cost her money in black market parts but it was finally bearing fruit. Nagare had informed her that JIDA soldiers were operating in regions all over Japan despite only having three cities near Shibuya. With that knowledge in mind she had chosen a cell tower south of Kyoto in hopes of contacting them.
It had taken nearly a month, and long nights with just water and blood but she had done it. All she needed to do was get a missive to their commanding officer and she was certain the humans would come knocking. She banked on them being willing to fight to save other humans. She crossed her fingers every day.
She pulls her head from inside the main terminal of the tower and slams down her console on top. She turns several nobs and wipes sweat from her brow with a handkerchief. A reassuring breeze drifts by to cool her body down.
She adjusts the frequency with the central nob, crossing her fingers for static. After several long heartbeats for waiting an ugly static fills her ears. She lifts the transceiver to her mouth.
Aiko pauses with an orange slice halfway to her mouth as her as a distorted voice emanates from her radio. She turns her head halfway to see the Corporal having a beer with a couple soldiers. The train station had been cleared nearly a month ago and patrols were done for the day.
So that meant it wasn't him, and everyone else was most certainly asleep for the night.
She lets out a defeated sign and fishes out her radio to answer the query. She supposed it was possible that something was going on inside the building. She pressed the button on the side and waits for the person on the other line to speak.
She hears clicking for a moment and then a women's voice.
"If you are successfully receiving this signal, please respond."
She frowns at what looked like another civilian hijacking a neutral cell tower for their own purposes.
"You are tuning into a restricted JIDA military frequency. This is a restricted frequency, get off this line immediately."
She was prepared to put away the radio when the voice returned in a harsh monotone. It seemed less human now and much colder.
"Listen carefully human, because I won't repeat this. I'm about to give you the offer of a lifetime. A chance to take livestock directly from the Vampire city of Sanguinem. If you have a map of Japan use it and go to the Kyoto Water Treatment Facility two days from now. The humans will be there waiting on you."
The signal disappears from her military frequency moments later. She stares at her radio silently and times seemed to be slowing down. The water treatment facility was a actually not that far from where they were holding up.
However she knew that the Corporal would probably tell her to disregard such a offer. Something like this was always a trap, she knew that. So what was this nagging feeling in the back of her mind?
Fear. Fear that it may be true and they could possibly pass up something so important. If this person who contacted her was really a Vampire, could they be trusted. Even if it wasnt a trap then why would a Vampire of all people betray their own kind to ask humans for help?
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Yes I personified the Seraph inside Yuichiro, partially because I didn't want to just use it for a convenient hidden power for him to tap into. I'll be going into great details about that next chapter. Thank you for reading and stick around because the next installment our hero will finally see the stars. But what will be the price for seeing them again?