240 Vampires

 "A new day shines over us yet again," doors to the balcony opened with minimal effort, Adete voiced poetically.

 "Did you have a nightmare?" unimpressed, Staxius awoke with the body still tired from yesterday's treatment. The curse that was bound to him had taken a worse during the night – it evolved into a high-tier curse. One that brought the host misery and pain, most notably, when it came to family relations. The latter had had quite an influence over the Remington's. 

 "Not really," the bat-girl flew over and sat atop his shoulder, "-the curse we took on yesterday has been defeated. It's just that, each time you die and come back alive, you're twice as strong as before. However, it also adds another curse onto thy body. Part of the reason why I think the old body failed and was imprisoned during the fight against the Hydra – was the excessive number of curses. Honestly, we should replace the title of heir to the death reaper with; the curse-magnet."