Don't Command Me
"What am I doing here again?" Lupinum muttered to himself, arms crossed and observing the irritable scene laid before him. Frightened human girls clinging onto their sanity, their innocence branded by white dresses, and rosy cheeks stained with unshed tears. Werewolves prowled amongst themselves, nervous at Lupinum's presence, yet had the guts to chatter about which of these damsels was the most delectable. Vampires remained in groups, chuckling over which blood would taste the sweetest. Supposedly, the younger the girl, the fresher their blood.
Disgusting bastards.
"Overlord Lupinum."