![]() ![]() "I guess it's nice to see a male witch around, right, Jeanne?" I learned to conjure up spiritual energy to create comrades and some dark blasts but that's all." I thought they'd all be extinct in that witch hunt." I'm surprised to see people like you out here. ![]() "I'm sure vamp and warries have something to call themselves right?" He gulped as he felt her face near to his. "Hmm, I'm good for that," the woman in white said, walking seductively over to (y/n). "Kid with no memories of where he was and why," Rodin explained. He felt getting in a fight with these women would be the wrong thing. (Y/n) winced, feeling a power stronger than his. "Who's your friend? I've never met a specimen like him before." She had a long white hat to match with the dress, with short wavy black hair underneath it and glasses. The other woman, dressed in a pure white shiny dress and a long scarf fur turned around as well. She was on a motorcycle, wearing goggles above her head and wearing some sort of red suit. One of the woman, with long white hair, shook her head at the man. They began walking over to two women and a fat, little purge man who seemed to be yelling at them. He yelped, remembering he was a vampire but saw he wasn't burning yet. (Y/n) just rolled his eyes until he caught an a ray of the sun blazing at him. They arrived at the city, with Rodin wearing a Santa suit. The figure walked over to him and snapped his fingers. "Walk in there and it'll take you to her," he said. The words of Umbran witches seemed familiar to him but still didn't phase into his mind. (Y/n) thought over this a bit before nodding. Maybe she can help you a bit just to enjoy your life now." Couldn't remember what she was for and now she's living the good life. "You ever heard of the Umbran witches, kid? Helped one right out. You know, you remind me of someone the same.similar but more of a different situation." Just make sure the sun doesn't hit your skin and have a tint of blood here and there. You may still be able to enjoy things regardless of your vampire side. And it's just great being a vampire now.what am I going to do?" I had them pretty good.until one of them bit me." "Something to do with alchemy.then I got attacked by a horde of vampires. "I was out doing field work," he remembered. After that, I decided to bring you here so maybe you can help me in retrieving a few ingredients for my drinks, figuring out since you're a warlock you must have some sense in alchemy.but since you seem to be in some sort of memory dizz, I guess you're free to go." "All I saw was you beat them all up and cast some strange spell. "Don't look at me for answers, kid," he said. "Warlock? I'm a vampire and a warlock?" he said. You see, when the vampire bit you, he bit you only little enough to give you a little hint of the curse.not fully. "Surprised you didn't break it apart," he said. The figure laughed and threw the mirror away. For it seemed that the reflection was fading. In the reflection was nothing more than a man with (h/c) and red eyes. "I'm saying you're a vampire, kid," the figure said, holding up a mirror. On his bald head laid black tattoos of curvy, wavy lines. He was adorned with gold jewelry and black glasses. The figure was a man, dressed in what looked like a long black robe jacket with a gray shirt and yellow pants. The figure snickered and walked over to him. Never seen a blood licker magician before." Now that you're mixed, you'd probably have an array of skills. Fighting off that horde of bloodsuckers until you managed to cast a spell and banish them. "Just spotted you getting beaten up pretty badly. He blinked up at it a bit before asking again. "If you read the sign more correctly, you'd have an idea where you are." "Relax, kid," the figure behind the counter said. ![]() Was he dead? He could of sworn all his life. The countertop before him where the bar laid had neon red lights glowing with a picture of what looked like a woman and the words, "The Gates of Hell". The table he was sitting at was black cold steel. He glanced around to see he was in some sort of bar, the walls and ceiling composed of some strange rocky material. He jumped upon the sight of a man behind a counter, with rows of various drinks. He scanned about the room with his red eyes, glimpsing where he was. He woke up with a headache, growling in frustration as he rubbed his temples. Created by a challenge from a fellow deviant. In this fic, reader is a vampire warlock as well. ![]()
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