Vampiric Passion

As the Truth Eater feasted on its prey, demonic screams echoed through the air, creating a tumultuous storm. During this chaotic scene, the tormented demon cried out in agony, "Padre!"

"Padre! You can't do this to us children, Father! You love us, you love our Misha. We beg you, Father! Save us!"

Ru held tightly in Jasper's arms, felt an inexplicable pain pierce through him. It was as if the demon's desperate cries reached into his very soul, stirring a deep and heartbreaking reaction within him. His chest tightened and a wave of grief washed over him.

"Why? Why do I feel bad?" Ru's voice trembled as he spoke, the tears streaming down his face reflecting the compassion in his heart. He struggled to comprehend the emotional turmoil within him, the connection between the overwhelming grief that gripped his heart and the torment of the demon.

He asked Jasper quietly: "Why am I feeling sorry for a demon?"

Jasper replied: "Ask your artistic soul."

"Fuck," Ru shouted. "I should feel sorry for Vaelan and Clockmaker, not their killer!"

"I wish you would stop yelling at me," Jasper said.

"Oh, sorry. I thought this mask would protect your face," Ru said.

Jasper brought the nose of his mask closer and sniffed Ru's cheek.

Sniff! Sniff!

"What the hell is this?" Ru asked.

"My nose is in the air," Jasper replied.

"Huh?"

Jasper found a luxurious balcony with an infinity pool, and as soon as he landed there, he gently set Ru down. He pulled a lace handkerchief embroidered with the letter J from his pocket and wiped his mask.

"Be sad, Ru. Cry even harder. See how sad this scene is. Your poor friend and your poor child, the giant demon, just died." Then he brought a small, ornate bottle close to Ru's cheek.

"Stay away from me, you maniac," Ru said angrily.

"Can I put some of your tears in my bottle," Jasper asked, gently.

"Get the fuck out of my face, you fucking psycho," Ru shouted.

The demon, its legs gnawed off and buried deep in the slime, screamed over and over in agony. "Forgive us, Father! Please forgive us!" And he was talking about Misha. About Misha, who missed Ru...

No! He was referring to Misha, who was missing Seneca greatly.

"I don't even know who Misha is," Ru whispered.

"You even wrote a song about her, Ru. That mysterious Purple Lady is Misha," Jasper said in a musical tone.

"Oh, you listened to my song," Ru said in surprise.

"Oh, I was listening to your song. Or Notajest's song. Speaking of that music band, they disbanded with Vaelan's death," Jasper said sarcastically.

"Okay, you managed to annoy me, congratulations. Now get out of my face," Ru said, grumbling.

"Don't worry, you'll have your Misha back soon," Jasper said. Suddenly he looked at the bottle in his hand, it was empty and he felt sad. So he decided to dash Ru's hopes, who tried hard not to cry. "You will never be together, your love will be platonic, haha!"

"What love are you talking about? I'm telling you that girl might have just killed my friends," Ru yelled.

"You're not even sure, but I'm sure they're dead and in hell forever," Jasper mocked.

"Shut the fuck up," Ru shouted angrily. And he took out the opera glasses he had stolen from Jasper. He climbed to the highest point of the luxury balcony and tried to see the battlefield.

As the demon was swallowed, the destruction in the pyramid accelerated. Thousands of dead scarabs fell to the ground. As the shadows quickly dissipated, the queen of the ruined pyramid fell. Amunet was on her knees, her palms on the ground, struggling to lift her head.

Amunet could barely breathe. Still, she sloppily wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her hand and tried to stand. She staggered, but she refused to give up. Just as she was about to straighten up, she fell to the ground.

"Something's happened to the mage," Ru shouted.

"Never mind, there's a replacement," Jasper said, stretched out on the couch. He wore sunglasses over his cat mask.

Ru protested, "I can't believe it, can't you see your mate is dying?"

"Would you like me to pose, Donatella?" Jasper asked.

"I'm going to look for Vaelan, maybe he's still alive," Ru said.

Suddenly, Jasper, who had gotten up from his seat, grabbed his arm.

"There is no one, just you and me, my Donatella," Jasper said passionately, his eyes glowing pink behind the mask.

Ru shuddered, "Are you going to drink my blood again?"

"Again? I haven't even had a chance to taste it yet, my Donatella," Jasper said.

Ru fixed his deadly gaze with a threatening voice, "I will kill you again!"

"Kill me, Donatella, please kill me! Wash me with sakura-scented detergent," Jasper said in a touching voice.

Ru whistled a series of magical notes.

Jasper gave applause to him and said, "Well, that was certainly a sanitized tune. Was there a discount on fabric softener?"

"Your vampire lord will finish you off, I'm the great marionette of the dream," Ru roared.

"It's none of my business, I saved you, so your blood belongs to me," Jasper said.

Ru suddenly hit Jasper between the legs with his knee. His knee hurt so much, that's what happened. "How?" he asked with a groan. "Are you a man of steel or something?"

"Nah! I'm a painter," Jasper said.

Jasper quickly moved his hand down Ru's arm until it reached his wrist. With a gentle touch, he turned Ru around and guided the movement in a circular motion. Jasper then wrapped his arm around Ru's waist, his movements smooth and graceful, like a seasoned tango dancer.

"The dance is over, now it's time to take the bite, my Donatella," Jasper said as he laid Ru on his back.

"Help! Help me," Ru screamed.

The mouth of the pink cat mask was pierced, revealing the tip of Jasper's teeth. Jasper leaned over Ru.

Ru tried to push him away with powerful blows, but his efforts were in vain. Ru's strikes, though delivered with all his might, only caused Ru pain.

Jasper aimed at his neck. Ru tried to rip off the mask. Even the soft impact of Jasper's silent slap shook him. Ru did the only thing he knew how to do: Stupidity.

He headbutted Jasper.

The result: Ru fainted.

"It was just a joke, you idiot," Jasper said in a sweet voice.

In fact, Jasper didn't even think it was a joke. He also had a strong desire for Ru's blood. But he couldn't bite Ru because he wasn't supposed to. His master had warned him.

"His blood can kill you," Lord Dekaris Zharqasti had said.

Jasper repeated his master's advice: "It can kill me. But I am undead."

Ru's forehead was starting to swell, he should take him to Dr. Cluade Leblanc. Maybe Ru was suffering from a concussion. Should he have gone to the emergency room? Besides, Jasper thought he could get enough blood there.

But something stopped him, Ru's indescribably sweet smell.

"This boy smells like fine art," Jasper said, pressing the tiny nose of his mask against Ru's throat. "Like an old painting, oh my!"

And he was about to sink his teeth into the artery. Even thinking about Ru’s blood his dead heart had entered the reanimation phase.

"The power that lies in those transparent veins of Ru's. You must be mine."