Vlad had finished looking around the room, and was not very entertained. This was no longer furthering his plans, and to be honest, it was beginning to take longer than he was expecting; it was as these thoughts passed through his mind that he heard the female talk; it seemed she was talking of hiding? Why would someone do that? "Hide? Fuck that. I am not a person that is going to hide from those who think they are strong enough to best me; they cannot handle it. Do not think so little of me dear!" He chuckled, turning around; it seemed she had changed her appearance; why was she always doing that? Well, he never cared much; she always changed into something that was rather fun to look at.
It was as these thoughts crossed his mind that she would approach him, wrapping her arms around his waist; how cute. "Oh, you can act cute too?" He chuckled, moving his arms down;wrapping around her, he would grab her ass and smirk. "Very nice." He laughed, though he doubted she would care much for what he was doing. "Well, I'm sure we shall do this again!" He laughed, patting the female on the head; what was he to do now? He had to bring these damned documents to those who had hired them for this job, but he was not feeling too great about it... Well, it had to be done, and as such, it would be. Petting her head, Vlad would wrap his arm around her waist, and walk forward; walking towards the door, it seemed he had a plan that was going to end it all! Complete this job and allow for them to continue on as they had; who knew what would happen after they left? Escorting her out the door, Vlad simply began to walk down the hallway; it seemed safe enough! Perhaps he was being too lax? Was she to be trusted? He simply did not question her loyalty, and she seemed to have proven herself thus far, but who knows? It was with this that he would exit the building.
Letting out a slight sigh Vlad would look up to the sky, it was a dark night. There was not a single cloud in the sky; there was, essentially, no light to see with. It was as though the moon was an omniscient being, reigning down where it detected any sort of resilience. The closest organization to this was that of the Magic Council and the Legal guilds; using brute strength they would hunt down all signs of resilience. Listening to not a single plea, they would slaughter countless "dark" mages, and their guilds. This was the world that Vlad was very much accustomed to. He hated this corruption, this was what he would fight against. This was, in all honesty, the main reason he had gone and joined Tarturus. Sure, after his encounter with Basilisk Fang he was put off from joining another guild, but this place seemed to have some strength. While, he did not want to talk down on Basilisk Fang, he did not sense much power; having defeated their ace in a single motion, he was unimpressed. Walking down the unpaved road these were the thoughts that filled the mans head; it was what had captivated him for the last two nights. Change. It was coming, and to be frank, it had already began.
It was with this that he began to reminisce on the night. Things had occurred:
He did not question the man who had given him the job, simply nodded and waved him off. The only reason he even accepted this job was to destroy any, and all, evidence that Tarturus was still active; this was best as he was not associated with the guild; it let him do deeds like this without drawing any attention to the guild.Where was I to meet this damned noob? Meh...
He chuckled, to be honest, he was not sure he needed the help.
Looking into the distance he could see the building, though he would first find a small village. He would get to have some fun, at least. Maybe he would even draw attention to this little town, lower the security of the place; make it a tad easier to be done. Well, either way, it would be finished within three hours. He was sure of that.
Cracking his knuckles he would pick up a scythe from a nearby farmland, he was sure they wouldn't miss it. Twirling the scythe as he walked down the street, he had an idea as to what he would do! He would paint the town red, as they say. Whistling the tune of "Another One Bites the Dust" as he strolled through town he would raise his eyebrow as a young child approached the male. Bending over he patted her head, turning her around, and giving her a light push; this was simply a courtesy. She did not have to be a part of this. While, some people believed illegal mages to simply massacre without a reason, this was false; at least for Vlad. Each life he took had a reason, a greater purpose. Sure, it was not a legal way to do things, but who said he cared? He took these lives because it led to a path of least resistance for Vlad.
He would not take many lives, maybe two. Three? Eh, who cared. Knocking on the door of one of the smaller houses he would wait for an answer; as the door opened he kicked forward, causing the young male to stumble backwards. The look of bewilderment quickly degraded to that of fear; he would, without a doubt, recognize Vlad. The Coming Storm; the man who did as he pleased. The man would try to escape, how cute. As he did this Azriel would enter from the same exit he was attempting to flee through. Slashing forward Azriel simply severed the mans Jugular. "Clean, quick. A+!" Vlad chuckled. Walking upstairs he would open the door to the bedroom, rushing in he; as he did so he let out a furry of slashes, three of which would eviscerate the female. It was over, the deed done. Walking out he did not look back at the female, who now had her intestines covering the ground, nor the man who had lost his throat. "Azriel, you are pretty useful; I appreciate that." He laughed.
Now, having tossed aside the run down scythe he had found on the farmland, he would continue his journey. Another mile or so was all it took, and he was on the outskirts of the building. Walking around said building took him all of twenty minutes, as he finished he would notice someone had just arrived, it looked to be his assistant. "Well, took you long enough. Who are you? Name, please." He stated, looking the girl over. She was proportioned well, easy on the eyes. Fun to look at. "Well, anyway, you shall decide on our entrance. This will be your exam. Let me see how you think, nooby." He chuckled.
This is what had changed; he was no longer the same man as he was before. It seemed he was a new man who would simply aim for his goal; there was no need to be as psychotic as possible; simply achieving his goal would bring about a shiver that could not be compared to anything else in this world! It was with this that he would end his night; he knew nothing more than simply having to walk his way to the damned location and handing over the fucking papers. Easy money.
Well, where was his next adventure? Where would he be? Who knew?
HP:300| MP:100|§:100 V.HP:1250
Vlad's Defiance: +30% dmg resistance
Death's Blessing: +25% dmg
Soul Resonance: +10% dmg
Deaths Consumption: +3% MP/post
Resistance of the Soul: +35% dmg resistance
’Til I Die: -5% MP per spell
Affinity for Death: +25% dmg resistance