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Lavinia's Great Hunt: Vampiric Demon System

A newborn Vampiric demon otherwise destined for death in the horrid realms of her home, Reais, finds suffering in human hands instead. Named Lavinia, she searches her home and the realms inbetween, uncovering their secrets as her ignorance blossoms into shrewd certainty. She will have to murder the last human slaving her, Henry Vanavil, the Soul Reaver. Expect; - Dungeons, apocalypse, and other hellish settings - Monster hunting(won't be a main thing until later chapters) - A simple LitRPG system that enhances the story without overwhelming you with number crunching. - A bit of murderhobo-ing - Dumb to smort/ Weak to over-powered - Number of questionable moments

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Chapter 2

Name: —

Race: Demon

Class: Vampiric

Age: Immortal – 17days.

Crystal Essence: [Pink]- Lvl.1— 10ESQ

[Available Essence Points— 0]

Faith:2

Agility: 2

Perk: {Reais Smite}, {Blood Rush}

 

A week passes by the time the demon is well again. Though for a moment it thought it would never leave its crevasse for fear of the fowl and its powerful crystal blasts, it peeks out into the world once more. Ravenous from the time spent regenerating its limb and lost flesh, its lost some of its strength in the process. It searches the skies from atop the crevasse and all around for signs of an enemy of any kind before stretching out its fluffed, dusty body.

Sure that its alone, the demon takes the opportunity to imitate the fowl that had so humbled it. Flapping its short limbs and leaping off the top of the crevasse, it smacks face first into the ground a couple times before giving up on achieving flight. While it regenerated within the crevasse, the demon grew curious of the fowl's speedy ability and envious of the crystal attack that took its foot.

What could be the difference? Pondering this the demon trails down the path once more, coming upon the skeleton of what would have been its second meal. Growling, it kicks it over and reveals the skeleton of the replica the fowls shared. The side by side gives the demon pause. If the replica is just like itself and the fowl is like the one that blasted its foot off, then…then...

It loses the thought and scratches its head in growing annoyance. In doing so it stares curiously at the crystal embedded in its hand. The fowl had one like it as well, both of them did and the crystal shot an attack out of it. The crystals aren't delicious like flesh or blood and can't be eaten— it tried already— but if the fowl is any example then…then…

It loses the thought again, "Rarr!"

Leaving the similarities and differences for later the demon chooses to satiate the hunger and weakness creeping up on it. Sniffing the air for a scent of blood it senses none, prompting yet another growl. The demon rips a long bone from the fowl and it comes out with the skull attached and waving about. It waves and twirls the piece of bone and skull, having mirth in the way it rattles.

With its new toy in hand the demon continues further down the trail, occasionally sniffing the air for a whiff of blood. The dead, dehydrated land and trees spread and multiply from this point, thickening into a dark forest grown on barren land. Beyond the forest is something else, some kind of multi-coloured mess of flora and giant trees poking into the clouds with overgrown, orange tinted umbrella tops.

The demon's ears perk at the unmistakable sound of violence, or rather, the sound of food at the end of the steep trail. It wastes no time appreciating or even contemplating the view and rushes towards the sound. Waddling as fast as it can, it sniffs and sure enough, blood is spilled where its headed. It salivates in anticipation.

Coming upon a two pairs of creatures, three of which bleed the demon is certain, "I can eat that."

Of all the battling creatures one stands uninjured. A hairy brute with four arms and propped hind legs pivots around two slithering, winged creatures. It screams as one launches at it, spewing some kind of mist in its face before the brute can swat it away. Distracted, the second slithers behind it, coiling itself up the brute's legs, revealing long retractable fangs that sink into its back.

As the brute rages in agony, the demon notes a third winged creature curled up at the base of a tree. Careful in its approach the demon stands over the limbless creature, it only bears one of its green feathered wings and bleeds out of a bite sized gash at the end of its tail. The winged serpent heaves, without the strength to whimper much less give the demon's approach a note of concern. The demon snatches it up from its neck, raising it up to its face and the winged serpent flutters an eye open to look and there, within its socket is its crystal. One socket bears an eye while the other bears a deep pink crystal, much deeper than its own— a telling sign that this will be a good and easy meal.

Yet as the serpent pants and bleeds over, the demon recalls how it hid in a crevasse not too long ago and hesitates to devour. The short pause grants the serpent a chance to spit right in the demon's eyes, scalding the it with a searing acid.

"Yeii!" The demon tightens its grip on the serpent in its blindness, feeling it coil around the arm holding it up. Having seen what happens when these creatures coil the demon snatches all it can grab with its free hand and blindly stuffs the struggling creature into its maw. Chewing vigorously whilst scrubbing away at its hurt eye, the demon bites into the serpent's crystal and puffs out a plume of pink mist that its own crystal hungrily absorbs.

2 ESQ Absorbed! 

5 Essence Points Absorbed! 

Crystal Essence Level 1—> 2!

"Raaarrrr!!" the four-armed, hairy brute roars victorious albeit badly hurt over the two winged serpents. Beating its chest, it huffs and puffs as the demon rejuvenates itself with the newly absorbed ESQ.

The vibrant power fuels the demon, healing the acid burnt eye in a flash and filling it with renewed strength. It turns to face the brute but is immediately smacked off its flatfeet, tossed into the thick of the forest as the brute rages.

Slamming through bark and blackened wood the demon skids to a stop, already bleeding once more as its new aggressor, twice its size and with double the arms chases after it, eyes glowing with primal intensity.

Unfazed, the demon hops to its feet and meets the challenge sporting longer, stronger fangs, "I can eat that."