Saying that Hermione Granger felt nervous about meeting her King's family, something that she probably wouldn't have thought had things gone differently a few months ago, was quite an understatement as the members of Enuma Gremory's Peerage arrived in the Gremory Castle via a teleportation circle. The fact that both she and her fellow Devils were wearing what could be considered formal wear, her naval uniform in Hermione's case (which she discovered she could call forth and equip whenever she wanted in a crimson flash of cube-shaped particles (the only real problem with equipping it while already wearing something more than her underwear being that everything she wore except her underwear got shredded in the process of equipping the naval uniform (which was thankfully easily fixed with a quick use of the Mending Charm, Reparo, when she changed back, dissolving the uniform in a flash of cube-shaped particles that was absorbed into Hermione's body))), a gothic Lolita dress in Shalltear's case (along with some shape-shifting transform herself into her preferred form of a buxom teenager) and a fancy suit with a tie in Enuma's case (who, rather aggressively, stated that she'd never wear a dress with only a few exceptions when Hermione gave her King a questioning look) certainly didn't help the Knight's nerves one bit. When the Demon-Ship asked in response what one such exception would be, Enuma answered that one of them would be either her own wedding, if she ever decided to get married and she was the one who was asked at the time of proposal, or her sister's wedding if she was asked to be the bridesmaid, otherwise she would wear a suit.
"Ah. Home sweet home. It feels good to be back." Mused Enuma as she and the rest of her small Peerage walked through the halls of Gremory Castle, with two of the three fidgeting ever so slightly. Hermione kept adjusting her naval cap while Enuma was adjusting her crimson tie. The only one who wasn't fidgeting in some manner was Shalltear.
"It's huge." Muttered Hermione, mostly to herself as she looked around in awe. Something that really caught her attention were the family portraits hanging on the walls of the Gremory Castle, more specifically the fact that Enuma wasn't in all of the portraits, only starting to appear in the ones that were dated back four years and in the following years up to the present.
"Hehe. That's what-"
"Finish that sentence or make any comments that are too inappropriate during this evening, Shalltear, and you'll be on nothing but transfusion-blood for a month."
"Fine. You know full well that I find that stuff disgusting and prefer my drink either fresh or at least warmed up."
"You know, I've actually been wondering, but kind of afraid to ask, does everyone's blood taste different for a Vampire?" Asked Hermione, joining in on the conversation and changing the subject.
"Kind of but not really. The blood itself doesn't really taste too differently between blood types. It's the metaphysical flavoring of a person's life and experiences up till the point of exiting the veins that adds flavor to it. And every Vampire has their particular taste they like." Answered Shalltear rather extensively.
"Got any examples?"
"Well… my great aunt enjoyed the taste of misery and hopelessness of tortured virgins and bathing in the same blood before drinking it. She also enjoyed turning those same virgins into her fledglings and… well… get kinky with them. Usually with multiple females but she did turn a guy into her fledgling once every few decades or so."
"Why do I get the feeling that I already know who your great aunt is? A title of hers wouldn't happen to be The Countess of Blood?"
"Actually yes. How did you know?"
"History book on the most infamous serial killers throughout history. The Countess of Blood is the title given to the most infamous female serial killer in history. Elizabeth Báthory."
"Alright you two, enough with the lesson. We've arrived." Stated Enuma as the Peerage arrived at a rather large door, on the other side of which was the family of Enuma Gremory and their respective Peerages, or at least a few members of them.