The Fallen Vampire-Chapter 153: Scared Sh*tless

Ja'Zaki Ssri was not unaccustomed to things of horrifying natures.

From the time he was a small boy, he'd had every weakness, fear, or or sense of inferiority cut or beaten out of him.

For all intents and purposes, he was an empty shell incapable of feeling any of those horrible feelings that make an assassin ineffective.

All that remained afterwards was his unending pride and competency as the best assassin in the world.

But today...

He couldn't say what happened.

All that he could say was he had a memory forcefully shared within his brain and it caused him to lose all control of himself.

It was horrifying.

To call it a nightmare would not even be able to convey it's abhorrence and the feeling of oppression that came off even it's memory.

And then, perhaps equally as impactful was the creature shrinking, and turning into the most unfairly handsome man that he had ever seen.

Red hair that traveled all the way below the knees, imposing curved horns that seemed to be made of pure obsidian, and the bold shifting tattoos running across his body made the dark elf feel terribly... subservient.

Even with his immense mental fortitude and thousands of years of cultivation.

He had never witnessed such a terrifying and downright monstrous abomination in all of his long and bloody life.

Not Taira, his father, the former werewolf king, or even the Hero of Cleansing Flame could make him feel this horrified and frightened.

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Taira and his wives were staring at a scene that they never thought they would see.

The dark elf Ja'Zaki Siri was actually sitting in a corner of their tent, curled up into a ball and shaking like a cold stripper.

Vermeil had brought him a glass of water that he was barely even attempting to drink.

The dark elf had a somewhat panicked look in his eyes and was rocking back and forth.

"W-What… was that…?"

"My Uncle!" Lucia said cutely.

"The hell it was! You two look nothing alike!"

"Are you trying to say I inherited none of his charm…? Jerk."

"W-What?! That is not the point here!"

"It feels like it…"

One of Lucia's insecurities was that she didn't look like her uncle even though she was also a dragon now.

Was she a dud?!

Why wasn't she pretty like that guy and his wives!

She wanted to make her husband lose all of his cool composure and drool in front of her lovingly!

'I need to be sure to ask him when I'm gonna fully bloom the next time I see him…'

Lucia had been trying and failing to get back in contact with the seven-headed dragon for months now, but she had never been able to cross the threshold like she had on their first meeting.

Something was preventing her from crossing that gap, and she felt that if she could just had a bit more help she could get back over there.

At a certain point, Aja and Ayame poked their heads back into the tent to spy on the still insane dark elf sitting inside.

Ayame: "He still crazy?"

Aja: "Did he change the pants he urinated in yet?"

"Both of you get your asses out!"

""That means yes.""

"I can't stand any of you today!"

The women shrugged as they stepped farther into the tent.

"I'm really curious about just what you saw, Ja'Zaki. It's difficult to imagine a man more charming than my besto friendo." Aja poked Taira in the cheek like he was a kid's science experiment.

"Well believe it..." Ja'Zaki said groggily. "That guy makes our little fur ball here look like sheep shit in shallow water."

Taira: "I hate you so much."

"Come to think of it, what's it like to no longer be the most handsome bastard ever to draw breath?"

Taira: "What made you think that I care about something like that? As far as I'm concerned, I'm content to let him take all of the focus off of me. I may even make him a gift basket for it."

Ayame: "Wow… are you really your father's son?"

"I should hope not." The foxkin shrugged.

In the middle of what Taira considered to be a slightly pointless argument, an even more pointless person finally woke up.

"WHERE IS HE!? WHERE IS THAT DISGRACEFUL, HUMAN-LOVING SON OF A BITCH!?"

Poking his head out of his tent, Taira found the former demon lord Kyoen had woken up and was now terrorizing the camp.

Taira's purple lightning had left burns all over his body, ruining his once movie-star level good lucks.

One of his arms was still heavily bandaged and in a sling, and he walked with a bit of a limp in his stride.

Clearly, his body was still largely unhealed.

In an instant, the demons who were eager to ingratiate themselves in front of Taira surrounded Kyoen with their weapons pointed at him.

"You insult the new Lord of the Demonic Cult. This is a grave offense."

"Given your prior position, we will give you a warning just this once."

"However, you will not receive another."

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If before Kyoen was slightly ticked off, now he was furious.

"You lot dare point your blades at me!? After everything I have given you?! For that pretender?!"

The demons surrounding him had only taken a single step forward when a very irritated voice reached all of their ears.

"You think I need a disloyal flock of yes-men to handle my affairs...? I should send all of you to the afterlife for embarrassing me so."

Taira hadn't made any overt moves, but with every step he multiplied the gravity in the surroundings to force everyone to their knees.

Although, Kyoen remained upright and did not buckle like everyone else around him.

"Y-You! What have you done with my family blades!?"

"..." Taira held out his hand and the bundle of scimitars appeared within his grasp.

They were polished, sharpened, and tied together with a red bow and a small card.

Written on it in very neat handwriting were the words, 'To Ina, lov- from Taira.'

"I could not figure out if she would have liked a red bow or a blue one better..." Taira let out a disappointed sigh as he stared at his gift, unsure if it was perfect or not.

"Those are mine! Give them to me!"

"No."

Kyoen forgot all about his injuries and lunged forward like a wild animal to take back his prized possessions.

Taira watched his approach with a neutral gaze, and his mind raced with numerous outcomes and possible ways to handle this scenario.

'...How lucky you are that I could not live with myself if I were ever to make her sad.'

With his mind made up, Taira pushed his hair out of his face, and the red mark on his forehead started to glow with a staggering intensity.