MALDITO remained coy, the war might be between the Werewolves , Vampires and Gnome, but every other creature can testify to it’s damage on them. Opposing force to the rulership of the werewolves joined in for the battle. At this point in time, the battle concerns all.
Everyone knew Vimdraolf to be neutral, he was not the greatest of king, but under his reign, MALDITO was never attacked or threaten by external forces.
The humans, the Elfs and Faries both lived life to the fullest under Vimdraolf. The need to crumble in hiding under the reign of Werewolves were long gone, or the fear of the vampires sucking blood from the humans while they sleep, or the norms of finding a drained body by the way side was extinct.
An agreement was made between Vampires and humans after the self coronation of Vimdraolf, because he knew what it felt like to be under boundage. He was not the fairest of all in leadership, but distributed peace equally even to the lowest. No humans till this day under the rulership of Vimdraolf knew they donated blood to the vampires. In the name of immunization by what was formed two hundred years ago. Blood was collected secretly, except the human Mayor who was under a secret oat not to disclose the information knew of this.
This collection was done once every two months, and their bloods taken were given straight to the vampires through the Mayor.
The villian still stay, that same night planning their next move under the dim light of the moon.
We go again at dawn in full mass, still sticking to the plan. Banxi will climb up the pinnacle of the castle and will be our eyes. We fight at day using the sun to render the Vampires useless, with the sun, it would be impossible to come out even the Elders Vampire.
Every wolves and Gnome listen carefully to the words of their commander, it might be hard, but with great difficulty they have a chance to come out successful.
Back at the castle, Vimdraolf moved another step backwards giving Esmeralda enough space to escape.
She didn’t wait for the second alarm before dashing out of the room for her safety.
Vimdraolf raise his nose to the air, sniffing it, after a while he recognizes the scent a mile away.
ELDER VAMPIRES
The first generation of the sired Vampires, the oldest sired Vampires. Legends, the first blood line. Possessing little or no weakness except to an Angel’s blood.
Also known as Grand Fathers, rulers of the entire Vampires population and the most powerful of their kind ruling over the covens. They are in conjunction with the Vampire council. They hold the highest power in any coven and all Vampires must answer to them.
Vimdraolf knew he had the Vampires on his side, but he never thought he would be honoured with a visit from the ELDER VAMPIRES.
He flies outside, jumping over the window straight to the river. He dives inside in his beast from, resurfacing back in his Adonis human form. The whole blood was clear, his pale skin glittering along with the crystal sitting on his head.
He steps out of the river naked, to go gather leaf he could use as a piece of clothing.
Not wanting to keep the Elders waiting, he runs back to the palace in his Vampire speed, hardly breaking any sweat.
The whole room went ice cold, it’s odd to see Vampires and werewolves seated in the same room. Tension was also present as on one spoke a word, or said a thing, it was as if they were all statue.
Although they were both in their human form, it hid their real age but that didn’t conceal the power and authority flowing out of their body. They were both dressed in thick coat covering them from neck down. Another similaritie is their black eyes with wine red colour pupil. Their pale skin stood above every other things, and their fang flash out of their lips, hanging on display.
Every other creature gave space for their coming in. The ELDER VAMPIRES both didn’t waste anytime to make themselves comfortable, sitting on the chair.
Vimdraolf joined them in the throne shortly, and finally then silent was slice in two.
We are not obvious to the war at hand, but that is not our priority for coming here. Amargo was sighted two days ago.
One of the ELDER said in a rough strong voice.
Everyone gasps out, they could not hold back the shock, it was all evident on their faces.
Amargo, that name rings bad luck, she was barely defeated with a lot of damage the last time, no one knows the amount of destruction she brings with her coming this time.
This is not segregational, it’s for the survival of all. Zane one of the ELDER VAMPIRE turns of Vimdraolf addressing him alone.
Get rid of this play and let’s move down to the real thing. Our clan would be here soon and would explain the reason for their absent, till then goodluck in your battle
And just like that, the two elder Vampires left after relating their message.
With their presence out of the way, everyone turns their attention to Vimdraolf awaiting instructions. As if on queue, the Vampires burst, matching in their numbers.