Moonlight was at its peak, with the full moon covering the night sky within the forest, as a loud sound expanded throughout the place.
Woooooohhh
A loud cry of a wolf, though not out of some pain but more like a territorial declaration and a warning, spreading across the forest to push away any more vampires if they were to enter the space which now had been bathed by the blood of three vampires belonging to the Harmion family within the Atrocian kingdom.
As the moonlight slowly filtered through the trees, it fell upon a single white wolf, larger than two humans combined, moving with its body—and the fur giving its already gigantic look more intimidation—as the red fluid coming out of its mouth and the blue deep eyes shining in that night, seemed to give it a regal presence.
Regal, or an authoritative presence that undermines the fact that this wolf had just killed three vampires.
"Cough!"
Yet amidst the bloodbath scattered on the ground, with the bodies sprawled in pieces, while the wolf seemed to have its fur bathed in it, it heard a cough.
Its eyes slowly turned in the direction of the sound, only to notice a chubby man seated with his back propped on a rock.
Though he appeared young for his age, the bloated and chubby body gave him the look of an exhausted man on the brink of death.
Unlike the other three vampires, the boy—or the young man lying there—had several teeth marks all over his body, as if he himself was attacked by his own kin, not the werewolf.
The werewolf was merely passing by, and after seeing three strong vampires attacking one of their kin, it got interested and arrived here only for a fight to break out and tear the limbs of those three vampires—now standing while looking in the direction of the fourth, dying there.
"Haah.... Damn it, I-I."
Lecan lied on his deathbed, gasping while looking towards the starry sky—empty, just like his vault which had been abandoned since the day he was born into a race that held pride and strength far superior to others.
Yet, fueled with desires, he found himself within a body that wasn't even considered the weak.
He was in a body with broken blood vessels, hardly any digestion, with all the vampire strength completely stagnant to the point it made him more like a human rather than a vampire—if you removed the fact that he got thirsty for blood.
There was nothing but exhaustion on his dying face, yet the determination in his eyes was fearing—as if all the boredom and exhaustion were nothing against his willpower. Breathing heavily.
"Grrrrhhhhh"
Then came the voice, causing Lecan's eyes to turn towards that wolf slowly approaching him with the teeth, the canines, and the blood within them—and even the flesh of the other vampire hanging near one of the teeth—giving a dangerous and very intimidating look to it.
Yet the man lying there did not show even a flinch, just a smile before placing his head on the rock, waiting for the wolf to slowly approach and then pluck his head off, ending this life.
Not that he was weak to surrender to death, but the issue was—he was strong for so many years.
Born within one of the twenty strongest bloodlines of the vampires, yet holding the minimal strength and even the traits that signify that he belonged to a strong race, made Lecan exist at the lowest of the low—where he wasn't even a human nor a complete vampire.
Yet he did hard work, tried to fight his way out of the misery, doing everything which he could do.
But there is a saying—no matter how much your will says you to fly in the sky with a torn wing, even if you increase the pace of your wings fluttering, may you fly at some inch—but you could never reach what remains beyond sky.
That was the same for him. Even being the lowest, through his hard work he reached mid—but that was it.
His will could push him to that point, and even that point became a thorn in the eyes of others, as he was one of the heirs within the families that went into cutthroat battle for the throne. The end was so close.
"Haah, it was amusing."
Yet that smile and shake of his head—as if his will or the mind from within laughed at himself for a moment, thinking to surrender to death.
He slowly lifted his head, looking towards the wolf, who seemed completely unbothered—not even considering him a threat—approaching with the mouth ready to tear him any moment.
But he, on the other hand, slowly stood. Nearby laid a wooden stick—more like a sharp shard of the tree which had been torn apart when this wolf came and threw all four of the vampires around like rag dolls. Giving the idea that this one in particular was from one of the royal Starlight Werewolf family.
A royal like him—but strong and powerful.
"So, you might be attracted to meat, I have..." Lecan said, smirking. Even though, due to the deficiency of not being able to digest blood properly, the blood art had been converting into fat, making his body far more chubby—yet the meat he talked about right now wasn't his body fat which he thought to offer the wolf. Instead, his finger pointed towards the thing between his thighs, as if even mocking death.
Mocking it and telling,
"Fuck you."
"GRGHHHHH!"
And with a loud roar the wolf jumped—mouth stretching to the point where just a single bite would be enough to crush his cranium and gobble all his head in a single bite.
As the time slowed down, everything just stopped in that moment—with only his heartbeat and the silence.
DING!
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