Walking through the snow filled streets. The duo finds a small bar near the mainstreet. Still in her Winter Kimono, Elizabeth starts chugging down on Sake like it was water while the General looks around as if he is doing algebra through his head.
“Jesus… Just how much do you drink? I’ve never seen anyone treat alcohol like that before. Not even the Countess.” he looks at himself, his hand holding the cup knowing he's in uncharted territory. “Oh God, I didn’t take this into consideration! John! I need your advice! If I get drunk, it's over!”
“I’m more of a red wine woman but this is also pretty good. Rice wine huh…”
“Ugh, I don’t know…”
“Just try it My Lord.”
“If my personality shifts because of this, you better take responsibility.”
He takes a sip of it. After coughing a bit, he inhales and drinks the entire cup of Sake.
“Wait! My Lord!”
And with that, the well dressed General starts swinging. His face flushed and his eyes wandered around as if it got unlocked and is now just swirling about without any control.
“Oh fhack… das noht gud.”
“Oh my, oh my. You shouldn’t have done that. Thou must one first build tolerance, now look at what you’ve done.”
“Wha? Friggin thing. Thooo… iz gud. I dun think tiz will…”
He then blinks. “More!” The man on the counter looks at him with a smile and offers him some more. Inside his head all he could hear was the voice inside him telling him “Well, we failed. Better luck next time I guess.” Elizabeth, who still isn’t that well versed in Japanese, couldn't do anything as the other patrons in the bar started cheering the General on to drink some more. Some were screaming “Banzai!” and calling him a Shogun. Soon, Paul was hammered beyond relief and the Queen was unable to do anything but watch in curiosity.
“BWEH! Ahhh… Ya kno… Elizabeth.. How come… yu share the same name with zat stupid facking Sword Saint… bleh.”
“Elizabeth is a known name meaning God is my Oath… I was a Priestess remember? It really fits me.”
“Bhut how come you have such a facking body? Do religions know that shizz would make me sin like a facking demon?”
“My body?”
“Yeh, what the heck is up with zat? So facking hot and sexy.”
He starts drinking more.
“You kno… I’ve been traumatized so much by the women I meet in ze corporate world… pretty but bitches wanted my moneh… and they’d make up lies and all this shit with how I am gay or fucking BLEH!” he vomits a bit, the fast Bar owner managed to catch it with a paperbag and the Queen bowed in great shame. “Liek… facking bitches… how can I trust women after all the shizz they put me through…”
“My-my Lord. Why not have some milk?”
“NO! I wannah drink. I neva felt thiz stupid in mah life. Facking bodganoffs gonna sink my company and make me broke. Fhack! I cahn’t even bed a vampireh! Sheit!”
The Queen then takes a bottle of milk. But the General dodges her hand, using a bit of her Vampiric powers. The General still resisted and kept talking.
“And you kno… as hot as Bahamut’s human form lookz. Seh lookz like a facking white lady. Straight bangs and all that, might az well put her in Corpse Party as a boss. BWAHAHAH!”
Right after laughing, his head drops at the wooden counter. With him, groaning and wailing. Turning his head to the right to face the Queen, a red spot could be seen on his forehead from how hard he hit the counter. He was now sniffing and tears could be seen in his eyes.
“Oh John… I’m sorry man, I ain’t skilled enough to even woo Elizabeth.” He sniffs again, on the verge of tearing up.
“Wait. You weren’t joking My Lord when you said you’ve ever done it before? Not once?”
“Yeh. So? Gonna make fun of me like the others? At least give me a pat in the back for trying. -BLURG-”
“No, of course not. I love you just the way you are. You're more than manly enough and have already proven yourself to me, you don’t even need to go this far for something as trivial as this.”
“Gudd. I already have enough memories of other CEOs laughing at me when they found out… Hmph. What am I supposed to do? Do they know how hard it is for someone like me to score a woman? I’ve been career oriented since I graduated High School. What? Does society suddenly expect me to master how to talk to chicks?!”
“Then…” the Queen tried to stop herself, but she had already made up her mind, her mouth making a devilish grin. “Wanna do it with me? I was kinda… uhm planning on doing it ever since you saved me from that coffin, I actually thought you were inept as you seem to ignore my advances and signals.”
“EH??? EHHH?! A fhack! Am I that blind?! Ah sheit…”
The bartender hears this, and sneaks a look at Paul who was drunk out of his mind. He makes a smirk and a thumbs up followed by a snarky wink. Meanwhile, the General was still processing what he heard and all of the sudden, he stood up with his back straight up.
“THEN LET’S DO IT! WHAT AM I WAITING FOR THEN?!”
The bartender then slips some promo tickets to the Queen and as he cleans a bottle with a white towel. “It's in the house. A great Shogun needs a great woman. ご愛顧ありがとうございました.” he bows and Elizabeth carries the General outside. She looks at the promo tickets for a Hotel named “Love Space.” Looking around, she could see the retro styled hotel at the end of the block.
Inside, Tatsuro Yamashita is playing in the lobby as she gives the receptionist the tickets. Flipping it around, it was signed by someone. “Room Fifty Five, Top Floor. It’s one of our best rooms. Please enjoy.” She bows and the Queen bows back, carrying the drunk General. Still in his uniform.
“What the heck was that… OW! My head… feels like a concrete block is dropped on it from a skyscraper… ugh. How many days has it been?'' Paul woke up from his slumber. Still trying to acclimate himself to his surroundings as a smearing headache comes flying in from all sides.
“Paul, if you want to come in my mouth. You didn’t have to pinch my nose. Though it's not like I didn’t like it, do give me a warning beforehand.”
“Wha-what?”
He stands straight up. Looking around, he was in a closed off room with one window and in a heart shaped bed. His and her clothes mixed together on the floor. Calculating what he’s seeing, the hand comes flying in from the right and his suddenly healed. The man's expression is completely frozen as if he is unable to fully understand everything without taking it out of context.
“I haven’t done it for so long. Better make sure, we Vampires are not affected by human diseases so we don’t know if we are carrying anything that might be dangerous to you.”
He turned his head to his right and could see the beautiful Vampire Queen, all naked and her hair flowing down the bed to the floor like a golden stream from a peaceful gleaming river. He then looks down and could see he isn’t wearing a shirt. With the healing magic clearing his mind and finally making him think straight. He realizes what just happened.
“UWOOOOH!!!”
“GOODNESS MY LORD!”
His sudden scream of victory as he holds his fist up in triumph shocks her. He had the widest smile she has ever seen him do. The genuine happiness of his face makes her giggle.
“WE DID IT?”
“What else? Don’t tell me you don’t remember? You should feel privileged that I did things I only did to one man. You're so far the only second person I allowed to kiss me in such a romantic and intimate way.”
“But wait… I was drunk out of my mind! How was I drunk for so long?!”
“Eh?”
“FUCK!”
The man plops down next to the Queen, both of their naked bodies touching each other and hands holding one another's as he sighed from the new experience he had just gotten.
“Well, at least I can say I have this checked off my list.”
“Ahahahah, you were pretty good actually. You held my hand the entire time, just as I requested. Lots of stamina too, though I guess it should be expected with a body like that. To think a human would last three whole days with me. Amazing My Lord.”
“Oh uh… thank you. Though I can’t really remember much other than leftover sensations. I can say with that smile on your face that you had a good, good night.”
“Indeed I had. So what do you think My Lord?”
“What do I think? Of what?”
“These peculiar relationships you’ve built. I’m sure you know it too that you’ve crossed a line only a mere few humans dared. To have sex, romatically in such an intimate way with a vampire is unheard of you know?”
“Well, I can see Caine laughing at me at whatever prison he's in.”
“Caine? Oh, that vampire from your world, correct? I see that karma did indeed go around and hit you too.”
“Not gonna lie, if Karma was to be like this. I’d say keep it coming. But on a serious note, I guess I’d name this relationship as… weird. But in a good kinda way, I’m sure the love I have for all of you transcends the current concepts we have of love. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to name it, alongside philosophers and it's not like we humans understand what love is for Vampires or Dragons. So this relationship is one messy but good thing.”
He turns his head to look at her face, enjoying the peace of the time as cars pass the busy road next to the hotel. The snow is calm and nearly gone as the bright Sun of the world hovers over the white coated bustling city.
“Man, so this is what it’s like. I wonder though, does this happen often?”
“What do you mean?”
“Flings between humans and vampires, how often is this?”
“Alot, but in my time. It’s never romantic. Vampires are different from Humans as you know, our culture and tradition far supasses that of yours. Akin to the Dragons actually, as most Dragons become immortal after enough battles. Their culture is like ours, it doesn’t change, just constantly updates to put it lightly in your words.”
“I see, though I never noticed the difference except when I’m in the Kingdom of Rose. With you and the Countess, I don’t know. Feels like I’m just with normal people actually.”
“Hahahahaha, you really are something unique My Lord. I’m happy to have spent something as precious as this with you. Oh, humans say their first is special right? Then, was this special enough?”
“Are you kidding me?! This is the first I’ll remember till I die!” The Queen smiles at the General’s happy face, visibly in a good mood as his eyes lit up like a kid who won the local lottery. “I never imagined, like NEVER. I’d be in this place, or even have sex with someone of your caliber. Like, that’s just insanity.”
“Good, though I never understood why you Outworlders put so much emphasis on that. First.”
“Ah, we live in a fast world, you know? You might be doing something now, but soon after, you’ll be doing something different. First things come and go and you’d forget about it just as fast. That’s why it's special, sure there’s also religious reasons but most of the time, it’s just that life goes on at such a fast pace that you’d forget to slow down and appreciate the little things.”
“I see, I do understand. Having lived in this city for a few days. There’s also this thing they call the Internet, where can I visit it?”
“Oh, no. No way sadly, unless someone copied and pasted the entire Internet somewhere. It’s not possible. But you aren’t missing much believe me, I’ve grown up with that thing being strapped to almost any device and gadget. It’s a place, for me, only true grown ups should go to. It can easily corrupt but also teach and mingle.”
“Awwww, here I was looking forward to such a magical thing. From how it was described, I’d say it's sort of like the Tree of Life and Knowledge that the Wood Elves are so engrossed into. But actually real and can answer any question and query you’d have.”
“And even if we do have the internet, it’s a whole other ballgame connecting the cities with each other. Even in the late Twenty Thirties, it still takes us seventy days max to lay a cable from the United States to Europe. I still remember being called up by one company CEO to transport their large cables. The manpower and effort with the expertise needed, no way or it’ll take three times longer unless we find magic that can make it faster.”
“Also, how come Bahamut seems to be so dark and brooding? Yet, she’s very talkative and expressive.”
“That actually goes back to her lore, even before the prehistoric war between the Lizard people and their better cousins the Dragons, Bahamut has always been alone. She was born to be a warrior, a killing machine in all aspects. Her father, a Volcanic Great Dragon, her mother a Dark Elder Dragon. I guess in the end, she found solace in humans and our innate nature to befriend anything that seems cool or cute.”
“Bwahahaha, I see. You humans are indeed very entertaining, your short time and mortality makes you do things no other Elf or Demon's would even dare. Oh how you make me miss being a human.”
“I still laugh at how you were flat chested when you were a human still.”
Elizabeth quickly pouts and pinches his cheek, lightly stretching it as she blushes from being exposed like that.
“Well I have you know, that is my Pre-teen form. My chest does indeed get bigger. My breast size right now is the same as when I was a human, before I turned into a primordial vampire Paul.”
“-Oh-ohkay, jhust let goh of mah cheekz.”
She immediately lets go and slowly caresses his jaw as she intimately stares at the man rubbing his red cheeks.
“Hm, but My Lord. Now that we’ve done this, have I satisfied you enough?”
“Don’t say that, you just made me hard again.”
“Then, let us take care of that.”
Before they could go on for another round, the bell rings and their time is out, the clock on the room indicates they’ve maxed out their stay and cannot rent the room any longer, ruining the mood completely. The two donned their clothes and went back outside. Paul and Elizabeth had to apologize to the rental shop where she got her Kimono from due to the intense smell that came from it. In her modern civilian clothes, she whispers to the General.
“Just how much did we do it that it smelled like that?”
“Sixty hours or so? For someone inexperienced, you had a lot of stamina as I said. Like, surprisingly a lot for even a human as muscular as you.”
“Nice. But it would be great if I could remember all of it. Dammit, how drunk must I have been?”
“Well, I also did get the special wine I won at a beauty contest for vampires after our first round. I might’ve also gotten drunk alongside you.”
“Oh man, a drunken Elizabeth. That would’ve been a sight to see.”
“I do not miss the headache that comes afterwards, though I’m sure the sex was pretty good My Lord.”
“You don’t have to tell. I’m a hundred percent sure it’s the best.”
“And! May we stop by before heading back to the hotel?”
“Eh? What for?”
“I’d like to buy one of those cosmetic sets for women.”
“Come on, your skin is already perfect enough. It literally looks like a waxed floor even when you're in battle, you have no need for makeup, it’s also expensive you know?”
“Haaaah… My Lord, this is very important to us women.”
“O-Okay okay, but I have you know that I did not bring enough money, I’m one hundred percent sure it’ll all be expensive too.”
“Ha-ha!” She then brings out a Government Bank Card, touting it to the General whose eyes just sink, realizing the purchasing power she’s been given and being reminded of Alana’s buying spree in Woodstock. “Just don’t overdo it alright? I don’t even know how they managed to make those magic cards actually turn into bank ones.” The two then walk along the sidewalk, brushing past busy people going about their day as the snow falls lightly once again.
“Nice outfit though, you look very beautiful and you fit in perfectly. You remind me of that solemn blonde beauty in the office who is stuck in the junction of her life.”
“Thank you. This turtleneck sweater to the coat and shoes was picked by a woman from a shop.”
“Ah, I see. No wonder you look like that. Good taste, love the form fitting skinny jeans, really shows the curves. How’s the coat though?”
“I’m actually surprised at how many pockets you modern humans need. I never wore anything with pockets actually.”
“Really? What? So dresses and gowns… all pocketless?”
“Yes, though I’m sure the Outworlders have made ones with pockets… but I don’t think it’d be worth it My Lord. These things would ruin the look, it would have to be hidden in the folds.”
“Huh, to think that… actually… that explains the purse.”
“See? Aren’t you learning something about women and their clothing? Good time to be with me right?”
“Yeah, this is actually pretty fun. Well, c’mon then.”
“Should I also buy one for Alana? OH! Does Bahamut know how to use makeup? I think she could look even more gorgeous if she’d put on a bit more eyeliner.”
“Have you seen how gothic she already looks? Putting eyeliner on her would just seal her look. And no, Bahamut’s a Dragon in human form. No way would she know how to use makeup.”
“Then! I must buy one for her too!”
“You better make sure she won’t eat it. If she does, you only have yourself to blame. Heh.”
“Oh please, how card could it be?”
After their stroll and some shopping for makeup, which soon ended up for clothes and souvenirs, they took a cab to the hotel where the Queen was staying. The traffic was bad and at some parts was at a complete standstill due to the morning snow which piled the roads and made it hard for vehicles to move through coupled alongside police barriers on exits.
“I'll remember this day till I am ninety or a hundred years old if I last that long.”
“And I don’t regret it.”
“Hell yeah, neither do I. This is totally an achievement I’ll put up next to actually graduating army officer school and getting a rank of Captain without any prior military history.”
“Mhm… and it's not like you don’t have a manly body and build well. Broad shoulders, wide back and tall. You were also pretty aggressive and rough but also soft at times… Heh heh heh. I guess that’s you releasing decades worth of sexual frustration on me.”
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“Grrrrrr…. I can’t believe I don’t remember all of it, just bits and pieces from how drunk I was. Did I also drink the special wine you won at the contest?”
“Yes, we even exchanged through our mouths.”
“Wha-what?!”
The General facepalms, extremely disappointed in himself, his feet angry tapping the carpet of the taxi there. The driver kept a poker face the entire time as the radio was blasting an emergency news report and in multiple languages, kept reminding everyone to keep calm and not to panic from the sudden disappearance of the Player Menu.
“I never did say it was a one off thing…”
Hearing this, Paul’s ears turn red.
“S-so…”
“Mhm. If you want to do it again, just tell me. Or give me signals. My bosom is always open to you, whenever and wherever.”
“Niiiceee… and driver, can you switch the station?”
“Sorry sir, but all stations are currently blasting this warning thing.”
“Oh what, you speak fluent English?! Just… pretend you didn’t hear anything. Please.”
“Of course sir, but you're a lucky man. The way she looks at you, I can tell you two have a deep personal relationship.”
“Hehe, thank you. Just turn off the radio. It makes me squirm hearing that alarm on repeat.”
“To all players, do not panic. The disappearance of the Player Menu is not indicative of anythin-” the transmission is cut as the driver turns off the radio.
“Pretty wild huh sir? No more player menu.”
“Not really-ish. I’ve kinda seen this happening, the Scientists did mention something of this being the possibility as our Souls get used to this world's laws and rules. It just means we’re nearly reaching our max time here, soon. Worse things might come.”
“So does that mean sir that one day, we might not be able to respawn? As that would mean the next thing is our ability to reincarnate as the Natives speak right?”
“Maybe, let’s hope not but our reincarnation can be prevented with the use of Soul magic. Dark arts might be bad, but it's an access and a cheat to people like us.”
“Man, I hope you can save us all sir.”
“Not save, Mister Taxi driver. Only you can save yourself. Me and the other Generals are merely here to show you a way to do so. The Government on the other hand, if you can even call this a Government, does what it does.”
“Yeah, names Daryl by the way. Originally from California but ever since the US economy got wasted, I moved to Japan and became a part of the Samurai Brigade of the Greater Tokyu Clan to try to have connections.”
“Ah, I’ve heard of that clan. Yea, so you were part of the original ten thousand strong samurai army then, that fought against the alliance?”
“Yes sir, but when we switched to more modern stuff. I kinda just left the Katana and became a humble taxi driver. It's not far from my job on Earth anyways.”
“Yeah, same with me. Can’t believe I quit the army just for me to go back into it in a foreign world. Seems that life is truly a comedy when you let it.”
“Hell yeah it is sir.”
The taxi driver then clicks his tongue. “You really are a lucky sir, you make me feel all jealous and such.”
“Ahahahaha! Oh man, you have no idea. Even for me, it still hasn’t sunk.”
The busy snowy highway was full of cars, and on the opposing direction was a large convoy of armored vans and army trucks seemingly ignoring the speed limit as they sped through the elevated road and to an offramp as smoke could be seen in a certain part of the city, helicopters soon followed, both military and police all heading in the same direction. In the tail end of the convoy is an Abrams tank rolling alongside the trucks, but the traffic kept going on as if nothing was happening and the rest of the city going along its usual day.
After an hour, they finally reached the hotel. In the arrival area, Paul could see Bahamut and Alana with their arms crossed. The two beautiful women were taking everybody’s attention as they stood out in the cold with nothing but expensive gowns and very angry poses. Paul pays the cab driver who winks at him with a smile and he smiles back while making a thumbs up.
The General then walks up to the two and they immediately drop their angry faces and crossed arms and are left with a blank stare.
“What?”
“Master…” Bahamut lifts her veil just above her nose and sniffs him from head to toe, the dragon lady wasn’t letting up and sniffed his uniform. “I-i could smell the Queen’s scent on you. ALL of you.”
“And?”
“M’Lord, have you done it with her?”
“Alana… well…”
The Queen behind him nods and the two just sigh.
“M’Lord, we’ll be here for the next few hours. The snow has gotten worse.”
“Any news about the airport? We might just ride Bahamut back home if flights are canceled to this degree. Though I’m sure the others wouldn’t want a giant black dragon flying about friendly airspaces with people to see.”
“None M’Lord, the airport has not even sent a message.”
“Oh well, wanna eat breakfast?”
“We already ate… though you seem pretty full yourself.”
“Heh, uhm… I’ll explain everything inside the Queen’s room and the entire ordeal.”
After a few awkward conversations in the Suite, the snowfall slowed down and once again, the skies could be seen, allowing the return of flights. The airport immediately sent a message to the hotel in which a Government bus took them to the tarmac. The entire time, Alana is blasting Paul’s ears and lecturing him on various topics about dealing with a vampire's body and lust.
“And M’Lord, you must always remember to be healed after doing it with any of the other species. We all have different reactions to diseases and such. I’ll also repeat myself, we vampires copulate not out of necessity as much as humans do, it's more on the emotional side and the need to be fulfilled and it can be dangerous for us, as lust is not only our biggest weapon, but also weakness.”
“Elizabeth actually mentioned something about that. I’ll keep these all in mind, it's my first time anyways so give me some slack Alana. But I do say I’ve learned a lot. Also, is the healing thing really needed?”
“Yes, it has to be done, because we Vampires do not get sick naturally unless it was a disease or illness specifically meant to target us. So, we might not know we’re carrying something dangerous.”
“Sexually transmitted diseases. Yea, I am aware.”
“But you are very lucky the Queen remembered to do it after not having sex for so long. Please be mindful if you're gonna do it again. Your safety is in jeopardy if one of us was to be carrying a dormant disease that our immunobodies has defeated and it’d jump on you and kill you.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll be more mindful next time and its not like I’m planning on going on a sex spree after experiencing it once. I’m always only limited to you three, and it's fine if you wanna do it with me. Just remember that I am human, I can’t do it for days straight or some crazy stuff only vampires can do.”
“Didn’t you two do it three days straight?”
“Well, it might be just me but I slowly feel like my legs are giving out. I might not be able to move after reaching your Manor.”
“Heavens, the Gods truly play with life.”
“Master… how was it?” Bahamut was right by his left ear as he enjoyed viewing the snowy neo city of Tokyo in all its glory on top of the flyover. The bus was running a bit slow due to the snow but was still pretty speedy and the cars passing them had drivers of all species, players going about their days trying to relieve some sort of normalcy in their out of place avatars.
“I don’t remember much. I was drunk out of my mind, sadly.”
“Ehhhhh…”
“All I remember was her face really, how happy and content she looked. Oh, the boobs shaking and how it’d take up my entire hand to fully grope it. I remember that too. Wait, why are you asking me anyways? Don’t tell me you want to do it too Bahamut. I don’t even know if I can survive doing it with a Dragon of all things. Let alone a Dragon God, let’s not get ahead of ourselves alright?”
“What? Humans are fragile but can be sturdy too if handled properly. We Dragons don’t copulate out of love, we do it out of genes too Master.”
“Ah yeah, that’s why there’s been no Mister Bahamut right? Since you’ve yet to find a Patriarch that’s worthy of your genes?”
“Hmmmm… No. I think you should be enough for such, Master.”
“E-Eh?! No, don’t you even dare. I love my pelvis and it's already under stress from my three day marathon with the Queen.”
The Queen who was seated behind the two with Alana stands up and towers above Paul and Bahamut from behind. Her breasts hovering just above the two’s head as she looked down at them with a big smile.
“You should’ve seen him last night. I had to teach him everything, step by step. He learns fast though when he's enjoying it.”
“Really? Master, are you that incapable? Aren’t humans known for their willingness to have copulation with almost anything?”
“Oof. You should really pull some of your punches. A man's ego could only take so much… and I’ll have you know the Queen is all happy and giddy. I’m capable, I’ve satisfied her. Bweheheh.”
“Oh but worry not Bahamut. He learns fast, and soon. I was enjoying every bit of it, I was having so much fun that I even pleasured him back. Something I only did to one man in my entire life.”
The Queen then moves her mouth next to Bahamut’s near, amorously whispering to the woman.
“I even kissed him, he was that good.”
“Eh? What’s with kissing? I don’t understand human and vampire culture.”
“I can hear the both of you y’know?”
“Humans only kiss those they truly love or see as a mate, I allowed him to do that which only a sole other man is given the right to. Oh don’t you know, he likes getting-”
Alana who was trying to take her mind off their conversation was blushing as she read the magazine in Japanese. Even though she doesn't know the language, she still tries to understand it, and ignores the conversation occurring right next to and in front of her.
“And so many times he was going for my breast and behind. My Lord, what a monster you are when in heat, the way you ravaged my beautiful and magnificent body like a wolf amongst a pack of sheep.”
“I’ve always known Master is a pervert but never to this extent. His gaze has always been on my breasts even when he was wounded and on the back of a carriage in a dangerous continent that’s not meant for humans.”
Meanwhile, Paul was blushing just as hard as Alana. He finds a travel brochure on the seat and starts reading it. Following the Countess and ignoring the two. Attempting to shake off the embarrassment, he starts reading the Japanese brochure, even though he is unable to understand a lick of Kanji.
“Though Bahamut, have you never done it before? For someone with such beauty, I’m sure you should’ve at least had some boy toys before?”
“No, I spent most of my life fighting. Bloodsuckers like you wouldn’t know, but we Dragons have a very honor bound culture and our mates must be just as powerful as us. Nothing more and nothing less, our mate must be on par of us to create the best offspring. The act of copulation out of nothing is not accepted.”
“Really? Why’s that?”
All the while, the Queen’s breast is hanging next to the General's head, prompting him to constantly move his head to avoid hitting it. At times, he’d be leaning into the aisle as the bus racked and rattled from the snowy road.
“We Dragons don’t get that feeling you call lust. Maybe in human form is when we first experience it, but our normal bodies never took as much pleasure as the humans would, it was merely an act to create an offspring that can lead our species to a better and more powerful future.”
“Then you’ve never experienced human lust before? Goodness! Bahamut, it shall be a great moment when you find your womanhood. Human bodies work far differently, and when you do feel lust. I’ll teach you okay? You must know how to control it and contain it, know the signals and when to rest.”
“Sure! Master, when are you gonna do it again with the Queen?”
He lowers his brochure. Just below his eyes as his ears perked up from hearing a giddy Bahamut so open to the idea.
“If the situation is right.”
“Okay! Then I’ll come!”
“No, wait Bahamut. This isn’t some carnival or a road trip. Jesus, you have to know what you're getting yourself into. Human lust is nothing to play around with, if you don’t know how to satiate or control it, it will lead you to depression and sadness.”
“I wouldn’t mind. It's you after all, Master. And since you're a human, you might as well teach me about this thing called lust and why it affects you humans so much.”
“Mhm. Okay, just let me be. I wanna read this lore about the Torii gate on top of the mountain.” Inside of the brochure, the man’s face is completely beet red and his face numb from hearing what Bahamut said. They arrive at the airport terminal and are quickly led to a military aircraft that’s bound for the Continent of Schon, making the General sad that he won’t be able to experience a commercial airliner and instead, another cargo plane.
The next day, the group arrives back at the small UN Airfield just outside the territory of Rose Cramoisie. An armed convoy then delivers them back to the Minuit Manor. On their way there, Vampires could be seen using ice magic to plow the dirt roads on horseback.
“Woah. That’s way more efficient than large dump trucks with snow plows.”
“Oh M’Lord, they’re usually from the main cities. The Kingdom would send out Ice Throwers as we call them to make sure the roads are still accessible for all.”
“Interesting use of magic. I feel that could replace a lot of the modern conventional means we have back on Earth. Sadly though, the main cities won’t do something like that to keep the illusion of a modern day metropolis in a normal world.”
“You mean your normal world.”
“Yes, that. The illusion of peace means a lot to us, it keeps us calm and collected and most of all, ignorant.”
“Such is life when living in an Empire or a powerful country, M'Lord. A country doesn’t get powerful by accepting peace, it only does when it starts wars and gains influence. Something the Kingdom of Rose currently does not have.”
“Better make sure it stays that way or atleast keep it as long as you can till people forget. Humans though, we don’t forget as easily.”
“Which is actually very interesting, most species that live for more than two hundred years would’ve already forgotten about it all and moved on. But never did the humans. Even to this day, they still harbor every little thing the Elves, Demons, Hybrids, and us Vampires have done to them.”
“We die faster, but that doesn’t mean we can’t transfer our anger just as fast and teach it to our young and have them carry on where the last generation failed.”
Arriving back at the Manor, everyone seems to already know their place. Elizabeth quickly went to the Bath. Climbing the stairs as if she knew the place like the back of her hand. “Countess, I’d like to have some of your family’s red wine as I bathe.”
“Of course.”
Meanwhile one of the Maid bows and smiles at Bahamut. “We have your favorite beef ready.” and the Dragon lady was already walking to the dining room. “Master, if you need me. I’ll be eating.” With Alana and Paul left behind, they looked at each other and already knew what to do.
“Work, M’Lord?”
“Work.”
They then headed to the second floor and started working in Alana’s personal office. With the General given his own desk next to her. Sitting down, Servants come in with paperwork. Paul’s desk was already filled to the brim as he was out in sleep. Weeks worth of work all queued up while Alana has her moderately high piles of paper herself. But most of it just needs signatures and readings.
“Well shit…”
“If you need help M’Lord. Do not be afraid to ask.”
“No need, no need. This is mostly just reports from units under me… And requests? Hmmm…”
He starts reading through the paperwork. Many of which were combat reports from his NCOs and COs in the frontlines while others are reports from the other Generals and their current situations. One of the paragraphs got his attention, from General Trevor who was sneaking around the Kingdom of Vitas with his Black Ops Skeletons.
“After moving through the Valley of Kirkenes, we came across the rumored Ancient Tower of the Demons. This one was named Ospeten, after the Demon Knight who killed the mighty Hero of Yelt. We first thought it was inactive, but after a look with the Lerca’s. It was fully functional but not turned on. It was guarded by a bunch of Knights and Grunts, numbering in the thousands. To the 3rd Joint Army, please be advised as we haven’t yet seen its power. If any Giants are to show up, they get priority target.”
Skimming through more reports, he gets more and more of a picture of what’s happening in the world and the dire situation that’s enveloping, though the writing made it seem as if it was of no problem, the overall picture its painting is showing a vastly outnumbered army in a foreign world leveling the field with its technological advancements which is already getting pummeled.
“Report on the Kingdoms, many of them have chosen to not get involved further upon our operations. Though tension has been building up ever since the Guilds have united, it seems that to them. The long born history of the Demon Hordes is a bigger priority. The Elven Empire included, though they’ve been sending Mages and Scholars to crash sites of Helicopters and even infiltrated aircraft boneyards. Currently, we’re requesting all airports and bases that have leftover equipment to watch over them. The High Elves have been extremely curious about our technology and we imagine that some of them are willing to go far to achieve their goals. While the Dwarves are far more annoying due to their innate ability to hide in the open forest. They’re already stolen some crates of M4A1s and M136 HEDPs from an ambushed supply convoy.”
One of them had TOP SECRET stamped on the first page which the General looked curiously over.
“Report, multiple Special Forces Regiment had all but disappeared from the radar all across Threa, many of these units coming from the Men of the Woods Main Military Arm. These units are made up of veterans from the Third World War and must be found. All notices that their rebelling against us or even the mere idea of will constitute immediate retirement or test of morality. Do not test us, these units are heavily involved with some extremely volatile conflicts and situations that can turn the tide with or against us all.”
He instinctively puts his hand on his forehead, leaning downwards as he catches up with all the reports that’ve been built up.
“We can confirm the last location of the Sword Saint Elizadeath has been around Geraldia, from what me and the other intelligence officers have gathered up. She has been busy chasing down some bogeyman, check third addendum on the topic for further information. All reports of her movements are to be transmitted to us, expedite the flow of information as we think she might be onto something that will benefit us all.”
The man soon stumbles upon the last and latest report which just got delivered the previous hours with it being in its own special folder. The long drawn written report already looks like a drowsy adventure and the man just looks at the first paragraphs of each page.
“It is confirmed, the Player Menu has fully disappeared. To all personnel, do not entertain the ideas that we might not be able to go back home. By all means, we should still be able to as long as the portal is opened. Status of the Portal is nearing completion, the Expeditionary Team has been getting bigger and bigger. I repeat this, DO NOT ENTERTAIN THE IDEA OF US NOT RETURNING. In terms of handling the idea of us not being able to respawn anymore, it might happen down the line, thoug-”
His reading is as cut off as knocking comes from the door. Alana, who was buried in her work, ignores it, so the man is left to stand up and open it. He is met with an UN soldier in Winter Flecktarn, saluting to the General.
“Sir!”
“Come in.”
He sat back down, reading the report while the soldier stood at ease behind him.
“C’mon, say it.”
Lowering his head to whisper. The General tells him to stop.
“It doesn’t matter, she’ll hear us anyway.”
“Do not worry M’Lord, my hearing is still that of a normal humans’ unless I use a bit of my Vampirism. Please go ahead.”
“Sir, Hammer of Dawn, the Montana Class Super Battleship has been decommissioned only a few days after leaving the Port of Woodstock. There was a small inclusion of a group of vampires that stole something in the Port which forced the admiralty to move her with only half of her munitions loaded.”
“What? How? And what do you mean a group of vampires stole something?”
“Sorry sir, the United Nations cabinet hasn’t let that information be released yet.”
“Even to me?! A five star general? Then what the fuck are these stars and ranks for then if I can’t access information like that?”
“Sorry sir. Not even the other Generals know.”
“Alright then how was she sunk then? That’s a nine hundred meter long battleship escorted by destroyers right? Did the Natives use some sort of Ancient magic to destroy her?”
“An unknown group of players used true magic teleportation to instantly move Russian and American Anti Ship missiles. The rockets, as stated in this paper destroyed her bridge first, killing Rear Admiral Joson alongside his entire staff, engine bay and then the entire stern and the ammo stored inside it. Though she kept firing all of her guns, hammering the Continent till her last cannon sunk into the ocean. Two thousand one hundred skeletons lost, one hundred players gone.”
“What do you mean by gone?”
“The rockets were modified, sir, they’d emit an explosion of soul magic. Causing them to permanently die. Last sentence on the report says to adjust plans accordingly with the lost of the super battleship.”
“Yeah, I’ll have to make new reports about that now since my Colonels’ been expecting her to arrive West of Schon and help in the assault there. But a group of players? How could this be?”
“Yes sir, and this image captured by the Phalanx CIWS showed a man in a dark cloak with a silver mask.”
The soldier opens his coat and gives him the photo. The man was riding an AGM-156 and could visibly be using wind magic to control its direction.
“This sir was captured moments before it hit the ship after her screeners were sunk.”
“Anything else lost?
“Apart from the four Arleigh Burke class destroyers sir, the Men of the Woods has also fully canceled any more materials planned for the third super battleship and all steel is to be moved to other projects.”
“Dammit, this is what I was saying with all these complex machines being sent to the frontlines! Okay, at least I can do my own and have them move these materials to the airfield here. Maybe enlarge it more to become a proper air base. Thanks for the news. I’m guessing you want me to look out for this guy too?”
“Yes sir. Orders are to capture him, Higher Ups suspect his part of a larger group and still classified information stated that he is now here alongside other defected Commandos after getting past our radars.”
“Eh? How, there’s a war here. Aren't the six AWACS fully operational? How can they slip in a bunch of Commandos without us knowing?”
He looks around and leans in more to the commander. “Only three AWACS are fully operational sir. One is shot down here by a rogue Su FIfty Seven.”
“Huh?! Even the Rostock Guild doesn’t have the funding to build those fighter jets.” The General just massages his brain seeing the problems piling up. “And I’m still here to go and negotiate with the Vampire King… and even the Queen if she holds just as much power. Urrrghh… is my rank just for show?”
“And sir, their actions have been deemed “To prevent us from coming back home.” Similar attacks have happened to various stockpiles and bases. An unknown group using more modern weapons or even latest generation weapons against us.”
“Havannah mentioned something about that. I suggest you ask her, if she doesn’t talk. I’ll have you guys bring Elizabeth along. That staked bitch should be able to speak, if not. I’ll wait. If they're here, then they want to try something. I’ll keep my eyes out then.”
“We’ve been trying to question her but she and her lackeys haven't said anything apart from things we already know.”
“Alright, if she continues being a bitch. Don’t hold back and send me a request, I’ll send the Queen over there.”
“Yes sir. Additional Information also states that any conversations or even one that is close to saying that the Ancient Vampire Queen is alive is to be denied.”
“Huh? What do you mean by this?”
“Some photos have recently surfaced of the Sarcophagus of the ancient Queen opened and empty, though we’ve already started scrubbing it and the Magicians Association even made special magic just to target these burn photos in an area.”
The General then holds the soldier up by his collar. His face is close to the man's mouth as his fists’ veins pop out from the sheer anger and adrenaline pumping to the man. “What do you fucking mean by some photos?! Is something being kept from me?! What happened?! How did they get these? Do you know that I’m neck deep inside Vampire territory?!”
“Y-Yes sir but the Officials have said it's top secret.”
“TOP SECRET?! Are my Officials fucking children thinking they can slap Top Secret into anything and it’d make people look away?! What fucking photos?!”
“S-Sorry sir, But I can’t disclose anymore. You’ll have to send a ticket to the nearest airbase.”
“SEND A TICKET?! Grrrrrr…. Alright, Fuck off. Thanks for the information. But if I get my head removed by the King, I’ll be sure to haunt your fucking asses!”
The soldier stands straight up and salutes. He then exits the room and goes down to the courtyard and into a UAZ.
“What was that about M’Lord?”
“There seems to be a group going against us and there’s leaked photos of the Queen’s coffin released to the public.”
“Well, I can’t imagine such a large organization like the United Nations not getting itself a lot of enemies and trouble. It's a foreign organization with foreign ideals and alien methods.”
“This is different though… as per usual. Our biggest threat is ourselves, it's a group made up of players. Same story with the Photos, I’m sure only players know of it and can do something like that.”
“Eh? How could that be? I thought you weren't forcing anyone to go back home.”
“We aren’t… openly. But something tells me that these people have bigger plans than we thought. But for now, let’s worry about that later. Christmas is two days from now. I wanna get ready.”
“Oh! I almost forgot! The neighbors must’ve thought of something.”
Alana stood up and opened the large stained glass in front of her desk. On the exterior handle was a red handkerchief that she unhinged and folds neatly. She then walks up to Paul and hands it over to him.
“Wow, thank you. So you also keep this at home huh?”
“We also do this just to remind us our lover is out at war. The last war between the Vampires and the Clans of the Wolves lasted for over five hundred years, this became a tradition so that women may remind themselves that their loved one is out there, fighting for them. This red is the color of the Kingdom and the color of us Vampires.”
“Aw shucks. You didn’t have to. Thank you again, I guess it's thanks to this that I returned here, awake and alive.”
The two smiled at each other and were then reminded that they have work to do. After a few minutes, another knock to her door is heard. “Come in.” Alana stands up, her hands tied in front of her. They’re met with the Vampire Queen, wearing nothing but a towel and an empty bottle of wine.
“Do you have more Lady Alana?”
“Of course, there should still be some in the Cellar.”
“Oh, I’d like to try your sparkling ones!”
“I do thank you for enjoying my family’s product.”
“By the Heavens, I might not be able to forget this sweetness. The new tastes your family has invented are magnificent! My Lord, have you also found Bahamut? I’d like to teach her how to use makeup.”
“Bahamut?” he scratches his head with his pen, trying to nudge his brain as to where he last found the tall woman. “I think in the kitchen, if not there. She’s probably in the garden or something practicing how to use her magic in human form.”
“Alrighty, good work to both of you.”
Another maid then arrives, carrying a plate with two wine bottles and one wine glass.
“Don’t mind me.”
“Elizabeth, how much are you going to drink? Don’t forget we might have stuff to do tonight.”
“My Lord, I do not get drunk. Such is the curse of a Vampire but I can enjoy its taste and so, I’ll be drinking till I am needed. Ta-ta.”
“Geez, what a woman.”
“Though I do feel bad for her.”
“Hm?”
“She’s a woman out of time. Though the date of which she’s been slain is still in debate, it is said she would’ve been asleep for at least five thousand years.”
“Sleeping Beauty huh.”
“What’s that M’Lord?”
“It’s a fairytale in my world, where a handsome Prince saves a beautiful woman who got poisoned by a witch. Cursed to sleep for all of eternity in a scary forest where monsters and beasts roam.”
“I would like to read more about that. Sounds like something I’d be into.”
“I’m sure you can get one, it is a very common fairytale for children. But now that I’ve thought about it, she’s been pretty chill about this whole entire thing. I guess that’s why she’s the Queen. Patience and that ability to just take in the shit.”
“Heheheh, indeed.”
After a bit of chatting, the two get back to work. It wasn’t long till another knock came to the door.
“Ah, what is it now?”
The General opens the door and is greeted by another UN soldier, this time wearing an all white Gorka and carrying an AK-74M.
“What is it now?”
“Command is requesting to know your full build.”
“My build? In Dark World?”
“Yes sir.”
“DPS Longsword Death Knight with a nuke Greatsword.”
“Level Two Hundred, sir?”
“Yes, two hundred with over three thousand hours in the game.”
“And what is your general strat, sir?”
“Against what, exactly?”
“Bosses.”
“I go into the Boss room, I wait for the boss to attack. I then do a tactical roll and swing my sword at it.”
“And your usual DPS sir?”
“Geez, I think four hundred at least. Though if I buff myself before entering the Boss room, I could easily spam a thousand with each blow.”
“Alright, thank you sir.”
“And why’re you wearing a freaking Gorka and an AK if you're American?”
“Just using what I have been given sir.”
“Alright, interesting kit though, take care.”
The soldier saluted and Paul was about to go back into his work when another knock came in. “WHAT NOW?!” He opens the door and is greeted with the Vampire Queen holding up Bahamut like a kitten. Even though the Dragon God’s human form was two inches taller than her, she had no problem lifting her up like a house cat who was in trouble. In Bahamut’s arm is Paul’s long sleeve shirt, unbuttoned and all messy.
“My Lord, I found this trespasser inside your wardrobe.”
“Wait… what’re YOU doing in my wardrobe?”
“I was looking to see if you have any proper attire for the meetings you’ll be having in the latter days since Bahamut was nowhere to be found. But look at where she’s been at.”
“Eh? I’ll just wear my dress uniform.”
“Really My Lord?”
“What?”
“... I’ll deal with you later. For now, Bahamut! I shall teach you how to use makeup!”
“Bweh! I have no need for it! I’m already beautiful enough!”
Elizabeth then looks at Paul, staring at the man who's busy with his papers. “What? I already told ya’ she wouldn’t be into it.” she then continued to stare at him, in silence. “Alright alright, Bahamut, just try it. You’ll never know, you might find it interesting.”
“Master, I am a DRAGON.”
“In human form, so just go with Elizabeth. If you don’t like it, then don’t continue. But you might as well try.”
“Haaaaa… okay.”
As the two were about to leave, the General tugs Elizabeth’s gown.
“Oh and later, I’ll go and see if I could teach you how to use a gun. You have some pretty hefty weapons. But you need to know how to use them properly and not just a gung ho militia style take this and shoot.”
“I look forward to it My Lord! Ohhhh how exciting!”
“Ahahahahha, alright. Bahamut. Stay and just try alright?”
“Yes… Master…”