Yummm!

Hmmm? Lan Deming was confused.

Something was wrong.

Why did he not feel any pain? Was this the life flashing across his eyes in slow motion that usually occurs before death?

But still, something felt off. The vampires should have ripped apart his head by now. It did not make sense. 

He flashed his eyes open to see why the death god hadn't opened his door for him. However, instead of the death god, there was some other god in front of him at the moment.

At least, that was the thought that came into his mind as he watched a familiar figure slice the heads of five of the vampires with a single movement of his sword.

Bones crunched, and blood splattered everywhere. Everyone turned to witness this scary scene as the vampires growled loudly in anger, seeing their brethren fall like dummies.

In the midst of this blood and gore stood a single person who, in a calm and collected manner, walked towards Deming. "Are you alright?"