There are very few things harder than gutting an animal with a blade longer than its body. It would have been easier if Milas didn't want to keep it fairly intact. Otherwise, he would have chopped it to bits and collected the crystal from the gory remains.
The process took a while but he soon had a crystal in his hand and the headless corpse at his feet. The beast was fairly intact and Milas picked up the body and turned around to leave. He could hear the furious hissing and roaring coming from the cavern.Milas arrived and saw the serpent retreating to its tunnel while hissing. He looked around and saw the bear staring at him or more specifically the corpse in his hand. The bear looked genuinely heartbroken but it was instantly overshadowed by unyielding rage.Milas knew that he had fucked up and his initial plan was pointless. The bear charged at him but its rage made it predictable and easy to dodge. Milas leapt aside and ran towards the disappearing tA rabbit was foraging on the forest floor with the dark entrance of a cave behind it. Two red dots appeared in the darkest depths of the cave and focused on the rabbit. The aura from the red dots immobilized the rabbit with fear. The red dots turned out to be the glowing eyes of a dashing teenager. He had a chiseled jawline with smooth skin that had a slight paleness similar to the glow of the moon. His sharp nose went well with his thin lips that were curled up in a smile. His black silky hair reached his shoulders and looked well maintained despite the length."Nothing like a victory snack." With that, Milas lunged at the rabbit that stood no chance against the speed of a vampire. His fangs dug deep into the animal and the sweet taste of blood entered his mouth. The blood had a slightly earthy scent and even faintly tasted like fresh fruit. The rabbit was soon drained of all its blood while Milas stood there with some blood on his lower lip and chin. Most of the blood was used to re
Lost. Milas expected it to be easy to locate the school since the contract was basically a compass. He had been walking in the tunnels that led to the settlement for hours but he never found the exit. Everyone he met would ignore him and some even gave him coins like a beggar. Milas was forced to go to the guards to ask for directions even though he despised them for what they did to slaves. "Excuse me sir, can you please help me with directions? I need to deliver a message to Master Deogratius De Viers. It's very urgent." Milas was doing his best not to puke while saying those words. His face was that of a lost child and the torn clothes he wore further enhanced it."What would trash like you have to say to someone like Lord Deogratius?" The guard said with a mocking voice."I'll tell him that I finished smashing your mom." Milas thought but held himself while giving a light smile. He raised his shirt and exposed the slave brand on his chest. "I'm actually his slave and Master Deogr
He lay on the ground while the glaring sunlight hit his sensitive eyes. Milas couldn't believe it. He got kicked out just like that. He may have hated that place but he wanted to leave on his own accord not being thrown out like trash. The worst part was that Deogratius was hellbent on kicking him out. Milas was about to leave the study when Deogratius grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him up. Milas tried to flail his limbs but Deogratius stabbed his fingers into his back. This went on for two minutes and Milas' back was riddled with blood spewing holes. Deogratius dragged him out the window and held him dozens of meters above the ground. "Your victory has made you careless. You would have heard me approach if pride didn't cloud your mind. Remember that no matter how much you succeed, there will always be something to make you lose." Deogratius then dropped Milas. It was more of throw than a drop since he flung Milas like a spear. Milas had experience falling from great height
Milas always wondered whose twisted idea it was to put teenagers together in an under supervised institution. The icing on top was the pitting them against each other so as to establish rankings. This must have been a method developed for the sole purpose of making a society cave in on itself. A method so diabolically effective, it's used to destroy the dreams and aspirations of a growing generation.Milas looked at the faces around him and noticed a mix of emotions. The one thing he did notice was that fancily dressed teenagers had gathered into groups while the others walked around to find someone to talk to. The guard who brought him there immediately turned around and left. "There seems to be more people than I thought, this will be troublesome to deal with. Deogratius made it clear that I can't fail the entrance test but the others seem to already have alliances. I might need to form a partnership with one of the kids who are alone." Milas looked around for a while and set his s
There exists a long list of pointless things done by people and punching a rock has to be one of them. Everyone participating in the test knew this but the rocks weren't giving them much choice. The two statues may have lacked speed but the walls covered for this flaw. The few vampires brave enough to try and fight were soon on the ground and clinging on to their consciousness.Some of these brave fools had the skills to go toe to toe with the statues but Milas knew how useless their attempts were. He had noticed that the statues would heal whenever they got chipped or cracked. The worst thing was that two of the three vampires on the ground had been pulled underground. Two new statues appeared and Milas noticed that the red veins of the first faceless statue pulsed slightly with energy.Milas had no time to think about it as he avoided a stampede from the teenagers who were trying to escape the statues. He managed to move aside and maintain balance before staring at the statues. Mila
Milas finally opened his eyes and saw the stainless white ceiling above him. He felt the softness of the bed luring him back to sleep but he resisted and tried to find out where he was. The room he was in looked like a smaller version of the one he had in Deogratius' mansion. Milas flexed the muscles across his body to check the functionality of his body. Everything was normal and there was no proof of his wounds. The healing capabilities of his vampire body never ceased to amaze him.The door opened when he was wondering if he should stand up or go back to sleep. A tall woman with gravity defying breasts stood there with one of the special flasks that stored blood. She made eye contact with Milas and immediately frowned. Milas was not expecting such a reaction from someone he'd just met."You slaves always get into trouble and have to get treated. You should know that vampires don't exactly know how to treat the injured. I am hired to take care of the wounded and even I don't know ho
Milas was not expecting to meet this person here of all places. He hoped that the person had forgotten him but a punch that broke his nose dashed those hopes. Milas covered his nose to reduce the bleeding but more gushed from his mouth when he was kicked in the chest. Milas was on his knees when another kick threw him back through the double doors behind him. He skidded on the smooth floor before coming to a stop. He looked at the receptionist who only pointed at the door. Milas understood the warning and crossed his arms to block the incoming kick. The force behind it was rather weak and it took Milas a little too long to figure out that it was a feint.The real attack resulted into a shoe print on his face and Milas laying on his back. The girl then proceeded to stomp on him like she was trying to kill a bug. Milas finally caught her leg and twisted it forcing her to kneel. He then punched her exposed side making her flinch. He grabbed the back of her head and slammed her down befo
Milas was in shock of the results of the punishment. He was used to the concept of having his ass handed to him but the fact that the beating wouldn't stop till both of them gave up really pissed him off. Worst of all was that most of his wounds came from Veruca and not Claus. Milas could clearly remembered the moment it began. He had been in the middle of dodging Claus' punch when he saw that Veruca had her back to him.Milas endured the follow up fist to his ribs from Claus and charged at Veruca. Any other man would feel bad about blind siding a girl but Milas treated all enemies equally. Veruca's battle instincts warned her of the threat and she instinctively ducked. This gave Milas an unexpected opportunity as his original plan was to knee her in the gut. Her delicate face collided with the fast moving knee and produced a sickening sound.Veruca had hit the wall and everyone froze except for Milas. He vented his frustrations on Aileen by punching her while she was dazed. Milas pre