Arc3: Elackryo, The Kingdom Of Waring Cults chapter I Murder and Death (POV: Dreadon Vampirion)

The gates stood towering menacingly above Lanoria and I as we walked up to the guards.

"Halt! State your business!" Both guards said blocking the entrance with their rusted spears.

"We wish to enter the city to find a place to lay our heads for the night," I say trying sound as sincere as possible.

"You really should find somewhere else this city is kind of," the guard standing to the right of gate paused trying to find words to describe the situation in the city. "It's not good to say the least, we aren't stationed here to keep people out more so to the Cultists in."

"Interesting, if you are stationed here to keep people in then why do you stand in our way?"

"If you want to go in, by all means do, just don't expect to be let out," the guard said lifting his spear.

As we enter the city the smell of death and human waste filled my nose, the pungent air almost bringing me to my knees, yet not soul dead or alive walks upon the clean streets.

"How does this smell stay put in the city, It's so nauseating?" I declare aloud.

"Hello, newcomer would you be interested in joining order of Karenion, she blesses us all with her magnificent beauty and mercy?" A man said, straddling Lanoria as he came up from behind us.

"I already follow her," Lanoria states before walking further down the empty streets.

"You two timing bitch you swore your loyalty to me!!!!" A loud muffled voice exclaimed from behind me.

"You don't get to speak, head!" I yell at the disembodied head as it continued to complain.

"The God Revenge Thezrion will not be silenced by imperfect being!!! Die! Die! Die!!!!" The head yelled as the recruiter attempted sneak behind me with his knife unsheathed.

"You know I can hear you behind me, right?" I say before the man plunged his rusty blade into my side.

I turn around unfazed by mediocre excuse for an assassination.

"How are you still able to move, that knife can kill any human with one scratch from it's blade?"

"You just answered your own question, what an annoying turn of events now I have to kill some one before the optimal moment," I say before grinning widely as the walk backwards unsteadily falling onto his rear.

"Please don't kill me."

I stare into his eyes as he attempts to scoot away from me his expression growing more and more tariffed as the time passes.

"Please don't kill me, please don't kill, guagh"

The man lay in street gushing blood from his nose, mouth, and eyes.

"Blood manipulation is the greatest skill for killing don't you think?" I ask the man as I crouched down looking him in the eyes as the crimson pooled on the ground below him, "the amount of pain and suffering it puts the target through is so much fun to watch, they try to scream but they can't because their own blood is filling their lungs and wind pipe, I hope you enjoy this feeling because once you are my undead slave your mind will only know the feeling of drowning while your body does what ever I want."