The Clutches of Lonely Vampires
Battle

The next five days felt like fifty years to Luther. His serious attitude in the middle of the training of the servant vampires left him shrouded in flames of anger. His body was hot on its own amid increasingly intense snowspots descending the earth. The worsening of the weather kept her anxiety awake.

Luther kept thinking of the girl who was still a prisoner of the cathedral. In her tangled and precarious mind, Elena definitely expected that she would not come after another state of such contrast separated the two.

Luther's hesitating. In her hand, she patiently knitted the fleece into a soft scarf for Elena for one month as a winter gift. His face seemed to be weighing something clearly and then inhaling the simple white scarf deeply.

"You just take it, Luth. I'm sure he doesn't have the neckband of real lamb fur. There are a lot of fake stuff in the city!" patricia's comment was leaning on the pillar of the castle.

Luther rolled his eyes lazily as Elena did if he said sweet words smelling of seduction. But Patricia is sensitive to the feelings of her siblings, and often worries about them as well as the implications.

Luther. Almost he was tempted to leave the lamb's fur scarf on the table after being alarmed at anxiety if Elena had chosen a human lover rather than him before Patricia shook her head.

"Women love gifts! As for Malcolm, he just wanted to get into town to see Marissa's boobs!"

Malcolm hissed while curling the neck of his sister who began to rebel. "Be–ri–so bad you, Pat! You don't know, she's so sexy."

Luther draped and wrung the scarf around his neck which seemed to be without regard for his sister's bickering. It seems that the man chose to reduce the length of his hair by a large amount. Now she has masculine hair.

"We're leaving!"

Patricia and Malcolm stopped fighting. With different missions, the two stepped behind Luther out of the riung hall.

In the presence of the servant vampires who lined up neatly in the courtyard of Van Broden castle. Luther's robe fluttered in the strong forest wind. The cold created a domineering vibe of hostility, determination, and unease.

Luther raised his head in arrogance. Something was burning in his sharp purple eyes.

"Stop the Dark Larks Clan, not humans!" he said while staring at the vampire waiter from the top of the stairs.

"Any one of you who kills a human being will I kill myself!"

Luther's expression was seen warning all the servant vampires, not least Patricia who was now throwing her face away. While Malcolm who was not kapok in the Hajar Jonathan commented with a happy tone.

"Yes Luth, yes. All of us will only kill the Dark Larks Clan because we are not like you. You planned to kill one human with your love!"

Luther sniffed and crushed Malcolm with his sword, though he had no reason to comment on his brother's statement. She loves Elena, with clear implications there is no way out. A love covered in darkness amid the magnificent path of God. The cathedral, a place untouched by her and Mark who could never give his daughter's blessing to live in love with you.

Luther took a deep breath and threw it away quickly. It

raising his sword, announcing to his soldiers to leave Van Broden's castle.

All the vampire gazes of the servants clashed with him, they threw ferocious smiles with a blazing vigor. They both knew Elena who had such a charming allure should be in the hands of the Dark Larks Clan.

The southern gate opened, with their throats darting out of the dominions following the path that Luther and his younger brothers had passed into the forest. Once twice, they slaughtered the ferocious beasts that passed by and preyed on them on the spot. They huddled together, tearing apart the meat of a deer and a gray wolf like someone who held hunger for days.

Luther and Malcolm looked tragically at their behavior from the top of the tree. Malcolm smiled broadly.

"You sure you're taking them to town, Luth?"

Luther turned his attention to the warlord named Mark who was fluttering on the rock.

You take care of them, Perl. Our goal is not just my Eagles!

Perl frowned and nodded.

You go first, Luth. Send us the geographical coordinates of our meeting.

From their raised hands, a large baseball bat with sharp thorns was seen.

Luther's dumbfounded. The border is in the northern part of the Delucia dense forest. But it seems that the revenge that was touted by one of the members of the Dark Larks Clan who managed to escape when it really happened.

Perl, use your illusion now!

The shadow of Luther and his sister faded, parting into many and moving rigidly to and fro even dashed swiftly forward. The illusory shadows that turned the trees into flames. Awakening the bewilderedness of the dozen Dark Larks Clans who had begun to fall into a daze and were unaware of the passing of Luther and his younger brothers down the abyss.

They ran over a pile of snow that started to harden into ice even many swamps started to freeze, preserving the living creatures inside them alive.

***

Elena spent the rest of her grey day brushing Hayley's fur at the cathedral stables after piling up new hay to warm her horse's body.

Hayley neighs bored, wintering for her like Elena thought. Hold him in the room.

"He didn't visit me, Hayley." Grim and helpless, Elena sat in a small chair. He brushed Hayley's feet before the shadow of someone darkened in the doorway.

"The cathedral is surrounded by underground creatures, Elena. They're looking for you!" mark said in panic.

The grip on Elena's hand loosened. The brush that was covered with Hayley's fur came off and fell on the haystack. His mind was immediately overwhelmed with fear.

Mark shook his head in despair, then helped him stand up and brought Elena closer to the window that had a trellis. The goat-headed creatures wiggled the guardrail with the bringas. Some climbed it and smashed the walls with big hammers.

Elena is terrified. Not to mention the voices of the cathedral residents who were mixed with the sound of footsteps added to his worry.

"Luther..."

Mark followed Elena's gaze and looked at her daughter's lover.

Luther swung his sword and all the mind control spells at them. Unknowingly, those who were easily affected by magic engaged in the action of eliminating their own clans. Malcolm grinned in annoyance, the foul-smelling black blood soiling his robe.

"You're making me have to take another shower!"

The flickering of the sword landed on his enemy's feet, slowing down his movements before falling down. Even so, his hands were still able to crawl nimbly chasing Malcolm who darted up to the wall before sticking his sword right in the heart.

The bodies of the Dark Larks Clan members stopped moving. Malcolm ran back to the wall and stood on the footing. He could see Jonathan's car speeding up before hitting the brakes firmly in front of the gate. Crashing a few Dark Larks Clans in front of him.

Malcolm and Jonathan's eyes are together. Despite his annoyance, the lover becomes a friend of the brash young vampire. Jonathan gave the help code.

"Damn it, I have to help my rival!"

Malcolm jumps down into the cathedral courtyard, running to Mark on guard with a machine gun and throwing the key to the gate at him.

"You're really disrespectful to humans! But I also can't take your hand to touch me!"

Malcolm ran quickly towards the gate, opening five large locks that had iron chains that troubled him.

Mark pulled the trigger, with a firm step and a focused eye on the telescopic lens, he shot at the members of the Dark Larks Clan who were about to attack The Devil's Hunter. The bullets passed through Malcolm's body stiffened without being able to close the gate again.

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