Elder Blood Witcher - 794 I feel Elder and Alder

Seems that the Elders had given the Village territories to lower-ranked Vampires like Bruxae. Killing them was easy, but getting the villagers into states where they could manage themselves without their Vampire overlords was annoying… He’d had to install an Alderman in ever Village he visited, the Vampires had killed the previous ones as they wanted all the authority to themselves.

It’d been around a week since he’d left Ichor, he’d spent every waking moment flying through the north and cleansing it of Vampires. The city he’d just left was called Pont Vanis, a port city belonging to Kovir that was relatively hard to cleanse compared to the others… It had a vast sewer system that allowed the Vampires to retreat into it after He’d killed the Elder managing the city…

Flashback :

The Elder was a woman with pale skin, trademark yellow irises and black sclara… She actually wore chainmail as wings burst from her back, the Vampire flying up to confront him in the sky, baring her fangs as she spoke… “Stop. You are the one claiming our territory and killing our kin?” she slowly asks.

Reima nods, “Yeah, what of it? You Vampires didn’t take into account the “Mortals” you killed and enslaved, why should I?”

The woman scoffs, “We are above you all, even our lowest race is above the frail inhabitants of this world.”

Reima slowly nods, “Uh huh, mmhmm… So, will you be the one to tell me where an Elder named “Vasile” would be?” he asks, picking his ear.

“That fool? Why would you be looking for him?” she starts with a glare.

Reima shrugs, “He’s taken something of mine, and I intend to get it back… If you answer me truthfully I might not eat your soul.” he says, presenting a hand with red and black mist enveloping it.

“Eat my soul? ARROGANCE! Killing a few of my kin seems to have emboldened you, let me fix that!” she shouts, transforming and charging Reima…

*CLANK!*

*Flash*

*CUT!*

A quick parry with his silver blade against her claws before teleporting behind and bisecting her allows him to easily end the conflict… This particular Elder doesn’t seem to have the regenerative qualities that Morwenna had, all Vampires are unique so this Elder probably had a different ability, one she didn’t get to use since, well, she’s dead…

Flashback End :

Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to acquire any information about Vasile, apart from the fact he was a “Fool” and didn’t have a good relationship with the other Elders. He’d started to wish for Quelina to design a Veritaserum that works on Vampires, though, even if she did manage to make one, he didn’t doubt there’d be a Vampire with the unique ability to resist toxins.

The Vampires in Pont Vanis seemed to have sensed their Elder’s death, escaping into the sewers before he could stop them… In all honesty, he was tempted to just fill the sewers with magma and leave it at that. The only thing stopping him from doing just that was the fact it’d probably kill all the slaves kept by the Vampires.

It took a couple hours for the Abyssal Servents to kill or capture the remaining Vampire, the time would have gone quicker if he’d assisted them, but memories of the Depths had him stay well away.

After stealing the souls of the Higher Vampires he did what he’d done many, many times before… Gathering the survivors and creating a Democracy, quickly leaving afterward for the next city… Lan Exeter.

While he was flying over, he could immediately spot that something was different about this city… It wasn’t the beautiful sights, snow blanketing the architecturally impressive buildings, nor was it the fact the Vampires already had the port working, with boats coming to and fro from wherever they were heading… No, the thing that had him raise a brow were the huge population of Vampires inhabiting this city.

Even on the outskirts, Plumards could be seen flying after unfortunate wildlife that’d strayed too close to their territory… Not only that, but he could also sense something rather powerful lying underneath the tower itself, though, he wasn’t sure exactly what it was.

Deciding that it’s better to see than to believe, he starts slowly descending upon the city, his dragon wings folding behind him as he lands in the middle of a busy street. The humans and other mortal races around him immediately duck their heads and go about their business, the Vampires however, did not.

“You, what’s your identity?” a Katakan stomps over, so confident in their leader and their kin that they don’t even bother to retain human form.

Reima raises a brow, “I was sent by Lady Morwenna to send a message to Lord Vasile.” he says.

…

The Katakan eyes him for a while before slowly nodding, “Vasile, last I heard he resided within Lord Roisins manor that overlooks the city.” they gesture up towards a hill that has a lone building sitting prominently atop it.

Reima nods, “Ah, thanks… Brother… Bountiful blood to you.” he says awkwardly and leaps in the air to fly towards the manor.