Arc3: Elackryo, The Kingdom Of Waring Cults chapter III: deceptively powerful (part 1 of 2) (Dreadon Vampirion)

The blood stained road didn't speak a word as Lanoria and I walked upon its unevenly paved cobblestone surface, the whole city was quite until the creek of a door opening on rusty hinges alerted me to a surprise I could have never expected a woman dressed in red cloak over seductive black lingerie with two pulp pale breasts, thighs that only a goddess should have and hair darker than the evening sky in with out a moon or the stars, her skin as pale as mine, and eyes reflected an inferno of blood and fire.

"Hello you must be the Devil king that the prophet spoke of," the woman said in voice that would have made any other man beg for a chance with her, but she was definitely a Blood fiend from my discernment she was more power than me.

I look to my side to see Lanoria was trembling on her knees.

"Lord Vampirion she's—" Lanoria's mouth was shut tightly with the wave of the woman's hand.

"I am Dreadon Vampirion a Blood fiend Duke born in the caves south west of here," I explain as I bow to the woman who could likely end my life in the blink of an eye.

"So you can tell I'm a vampire, how so?" The woman asked as Lanoria's open eyes opened even wider as she began to tear up and wimpier with a look of pure terror spread across her face.

"I would appreciate it if you would stop trying to steal my slave, to be completely honest she's not worth much apart from her body and ability to make any man's pants tighter," I say thinking about how to make it look like I don't care about her, which I actually do find her bigoted and almost motherly personality quite attractive, but if I let the woman standing in front of me know that she would almost surly be used as a bargaining chip.