WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD
"What are we waiting for?" Another voice asked Hubris a few hours after Sinister had slaughtered the two vampires in a particularly gruesome fashion. "Why don't we just snatch up the draculina and-"
"Enough," Hubris ordered and detached from the dungeon wall. Unlike Sinister, he towered at fourteen feet tall and wore a black full head mask with six indigo eye slits painted on. However, the eyes moved around despite the fact that they were painted on. He wore an indigo cloak that concealed his entire body and concealed his arms. "Malice Ira, you need to learn patience."
"Patience is for wimps," Malice replied coldly as he walked out of the wall behind Hubris. The homunculus stood at thirteen feet tall and his body was literally covered in red, blue, and black fire. He had sixty-six eyes that covered his body, thirty-six eyes on the front and thirty in the back. He had six eyes in his head where his regular eyes should be. He wore two large heavy-duty fireproof gloves that stopped his weapons from melting, and a soot black fireproof cloak that concealed his flaming body. Both gloves had an ouroboros symbol emblazoned on the back of the hands. All in all, he vaguely resembled Fumasu in his body structure, as well as Fumasu's face.
Malice's eyes focused on Hubris and thirty-six of his eyes narrowed. "What are you planning Hubris?" Malice inquired, his curiosity intrigued.
"You'll find out when Avarice returns," Hubris replied.
"I should really take Sinister's knife and chop your head off just for the fun of it," Malice muttered.
"Go find yourself something for target practice if you're so bored," Hubris suggested. It sounded like an order to Malice, who gave a snort of disgust and vanished in a burst of flame.
Meanwhile, Zorin stood in the massive hangar inside the mountain the castle was perched on. The hangar was designed to hold five massive zeppelins However, only three zeppelins were present. The soldiers and the crew should've been here by now, but they were slower than Zorin, who was always there first. She had her gigantic scythe leaning against her left shoulder as she looked out the hangar door.
Zorin took another long drag on her cigarette before she spat it back out and pulled out another one. She reached for her lighter and found that it wasn't there. "Damnit, vhere did I put zat thing?" Zorin grumbled as she searched her pockets for her lighter.
"Looking for something?" Malice inquired menacingly as he appeared behind Zorin. The heat from his body ignited her cigarette as she turned around to face the enormous cloaked creature standing behind her.
"Mind explaining to me just vhat the hell you are before I kill you?" Zorin asked as she gripped her scythe. This guy would be an interesting fight that much was sure. Cigarettes don't light themselves after all. Then she noticed something. The guy's head was completely on fire. "You do realize your head's on fire?"
"It doesn't matter what I am, 'cause you'll be dead!" Malice laughed as two XM134 "miniguns" materialized inside his cloak. He took one in each arm and took aim at Zorin with both weapons held underneath his arms. The miniguns poked through the front of the cloak and gave Zorin a brief glimpse of his body before she started running. The guns began to rotate as two belts of ammunition linked with the miniguns and then eight thousand 51mm rounds tore through the hangar for the next minute as the bullets chased Zorin.
A few minutes earlier, Rip Van had found the Captain looming over her with her bustier completely undone with his hands gently groping her breasts. She gave a slight moan and rolled over so she was looking up at him with a lustful look in her eyes. He was naked from the waist up and she could see his chest, which looked like it had been sculpted by angels. Seconds later the two of them were locked in a passionate kiss as the Captain pulled Rip Van onto his cot. Her body trembled as she felt his hands slide down her back and started to pull down her panties. She could feel his hard cock through his clothes. She moaned softly into the kiss, wanting him so badly. She unzipped his pants and was about to pull his cock out when the Captain suddenly pushed her off of him when he yanked her panties off her body. She landed on her stomach on his cot and felt his body behind her.
"Fuck me Hans…" Rip Van growled softly to the male werewolf as he slid his hands down her back and started to prod her womanhood with his cock.
Just then about a hundred rounds from Malice's gatling-guns tore through one of the zeppelins and caused a loud explosion in the hangar. This set off an extremely loud alarm and activated the hangar's overhead sprinkler system. The water around Malice evaporated to steam when it came with in a foot of his body. "Well that's enough fun for today," Malice muttered and vanished into the wall of the hangar.
Rip Van and the Captain were shaken from their fiery passions when the alarm started going off, bringing them back to the present. Rip's face turned a bright pink as she gathered her clothes and returned to her cot, where she began to hurriedly get dressed.
A single thin blush covered the Captain's face as he began to don his own clothes as well.
Rip Van pulled on her jacket a few minutes later and picked up her musket. She looked at the Captain, who was waiting quietly for her at the door. A small smirk formed on her lips as she walked over and opened the door. The duo hurried down toward the hangar with the rest of the Letzte Battalion.