Ugh... Where the hell am I? I try to reach for my clock, but find that it's nowhere to be found, and also notice that I'm currently laying on a cold, hard floor.
I swiftly get up and get my dagger... try to get my dagger, noticing I'm completely naked. Fuuh, just perfect.
I take a swift look around myself and notice four other people, all naked like me, some distance away from me. There are 3 boys and a girl, all of them are from different ethnicities.
The girl seems european, judging by her facial structure, she's definetly not ugly, but I can't call her beautiful either. Well, my sense of estethics is messed up, so who am I to judge?
Out of the 3 boys, two seem like your average Joe, but one of the three is... scary. He's a god damn giant! If I compare him to me, he must tower at least a meter above me, and I'm not even that short! Well, kind of short, but not too short. You get the idea you fucker. Also, he totally resembles the stereotypical russian bodyguard because of his posture, his bodybuild and his face. Wouldn't want to get the big bully mad now, would we?
We were all on our guard, each one of us had tried to take out a weapon, failed to do so, then got into a martial arts stance. Now, we were all staring at each other with hatred. Well, that is until the giant spoke up.
"I suggest you calm down. I have no idea what is going on and neither do you fuckers, so stop glaring with killing intent at everyone around for absolutely no reason, you bunch of idiots." We flinched at his words and lowered our stances.
We spent the next thirty or so minutes trying to figure out exactly where we were. We didn't talk about ourselves much, but I did learn that the two Average Joes were in fact siblings, twins at that. The russian was not in the mafia and that the girl is a complete pervert. Ugh, I hate perverts... Especially women perverts...
We were locked in a room made up of some white material for the walls and a black carpet was on the floor. Thankfully, there were some lights on the roof, so at least we could see where we were going. Though not very much.
Then, as we talked, I heard a foreign voice speak out "Hm. Looks like you are enjoying yourselves. I'm glad that's the case."
We all turned to look at the source of the voice and froze when saw who was the owner of the voice.
It was a demon. No other way to describe it. Two horns came out from the sides of his head, a long leathery tail sticked out from his butt, two giant wings were folded on his back and his eyes were ruby-red.
"Yes, I am a demon. The Demon King, for precision's sake. I will explain everything in a little bit, but first, you will all have to pass my test. If you fail, I will kill you. If you succede, you will be able to choose to abandon everything and start anew, or I will erase your memories of this event and send you back home. Clear?" The Demon King said with a scary face. Even the russia-man took a step back when he saw the face. Now that I think of it, isn't russia-man a little shorter then the demon? Is the demon also a giant? Why am I stuck being a midget? Ah, right. Focus on what the demon wants!
The Demon King waved his hand casually, and I suddently found myself sitting on a chair in front of the Demon King. Eh? Excuse me?
"You will answer my questions. Lie and I kill you immediately. Ready?" He said and I tilted my head a bit, pondered for a bit then nodded. What do I have to hide? Ah... right. I am a mute. Well, too bad.
"No need to worry, I can simply read your thoughts." The Demon King said with a charming smile. Ah, fuck off gay thoughts. Well, do demons even have genders? Ah, you haven't heard anything my king~.
"Actually, I did. First question: You see a woman on the street, a truck is about to run her over. What do you do?"
Eh... Is she old? Is she fat? Is she beautiful? Is she a priest? Is she a mom? Does she have a husband? Is she stupid? Is she rich?
"Let's say the woman is the prettiest girl you have ever met, what do you do?"
Let the truck run her over. Why should I sacrifice myself for some random idiot? Sorry, I don't like pretty women~. Also don't like ugly women thoug. Also don't like men. Actually, I don't anyone. I do like cats and bats though.
"That's okay. Second question: If someone threatened you to kill yourself by holding your family hostage, what do you do?
I giggled at the idea. Family? I had killed my own family. Please, kill them all you want. Actually, let me join in on the fun. Then die for me as well, thank you very much.
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"Hm. Third question: What's your favourite animal?" Bat. "Your favourite color?" Red. "Your favourite drink?" Coca "I already said to say the truth." Fine, I like blood. Deal with it. I'm a vampire fan, screw mundane demons. "That's better. I have an idea of what to do with you now. Congrats, you passed with flying colors. Well, not that I wasn't expecting it. I did research on you, and turns out I was correct."
The demon waved his hand once agan and this time I found myself by the side of the russia-man. The twins were to his other side, and the girl appeared 10 seconds after I did. She stood by my side, so to my left was russia-man and to the other side a pervert. Just great...
We were in what seems to be a laboratory, a pretty sci-fi kind of laboratory too. Scary tools and machines were all around us, and I have to admit even I felt some chills go down my spine.
Of course, the Demon King was standing in front of us lined up rats. He spoke with a cheerful voice opposite to his previous demeanor "Good job all of you for passing the test. Ah, do forgive me for probing your mind for the answers I wanted by the way. Thanks to your answers, I now know what race I will transform you psychos into." Eh? Transform race? Such a thing?
"Yes my slaves, change race. You see, my plan is to bring the apocalypse onto your world. Yes, I know you don't care, but here's my offer. If you promise to serve me for 500 years, I will turn you into anything you desire, as well as stop your aging progress. I will also grant you immense power, but that will develop over time. You will use this power to do missions I assign you to, such as killing a person here, exterminating a race there." He pauses to let all of the information sink in. I have to admit, how did my life change so much so quickly?
I don't really mind this though. I never liked my life anyway. My parents were abusing alcoholics, I was locked up in prison for murder for 10 years before escaping and even now I was always on the run, sleeping in forests and the like. I had to rely to drinking blood of beasts as water, and I may have developed a tiny fetish for it. Ah... good times. Ah!? Is it storytime? I'll tell my story! Ah wait, I just did. Too bad. Well, I became a mute 4 years after I first got locked up, the doctors say it's a mental trauma, but I know that's not true. I literally can't speak. My vocal cords don't work. Fucking doctors lying and getting easy money anyway since I can't retort their statements...
"None of you have family or friends, so it's not like your going to lose anything. Now, raise your hand if you accept my offer."
Needless to say, five arms immediatly shot up. What would psychos like us even do in the normal world? I already checked that this isn't a dream, and I'm not so dense to deny reality with it right in front of me. I'm crazy, not retarded.
"Good. Now, I will give you options for what race you will become, each has their own distinct advantages. They are all based off of your personalities and souls, but you wouldn't understand the process anyway so just choose what you feel is more like you." He says and a small screen appears right in my face.
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--Gerald Hasmen--
-------Racial Options--- ---Racial Abilities-------
Frost Vampire - Extreme ice powers. Regeneration. Sunlight weakness. Boost to speed, strenght and senses. Can locate blood sources. Weakpoint: Heart
Anciestor Vampire - Blood manipulation. Extreme regeneration. Charm ability. Minor sunlight weakness. Major boost to speed, strenght and senses. Can sense blood sources. Weakpoint: Heart
Apocalypse Vampire (Unique) - Ultimate blood manipulation. Blood regenration. Blood-dependant boost to all attributes. Can sense blood sources. Can transform body into blood. Can shapeshift with blood. Lesser charm ability. Sunlight weakness. Weakpoint: Core (heart). Can consume blood to strenghten body.
Terror Vampire (unique) - All basic element manipulation. Extreme Regeneration. No sunlight weakness. No weakpoint. Ability to feed off of fear from other living beings. Gains power the more fear it gains.
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Ah... Obviously, I'll choose one of the uniques. Duh. I guess I'm dead set on being a vampire huh... Hehe, every child's dream is to be a mystical creature, and I'm no different.
Though the Terror Vampire sounds very tempting, it is very limited in my opinion. Fear is something that is very fragile, and it can turn into hate or anger very quickly. So, Apocalypse vampire it is~.
I mentally selected the Apocalypse vampire and waited. Nothing happend.
I waited for a bit more until the Demon King's voice resounded "Good. I see you all decided. I was expecting most of them, but not you, mr. Kzebeski." He says, turning to the russia-man. Eh? What did he pick? Is he an ice titan? A fire titan? A colossal dragon-man? A shining knight in golden armor? Eh, fuck off gay thoughts! Wait, don't fuck off! That's weird! Just go away.
The russia-man turns away with a snort, but doesn't answer. The Demon King chuckles in a friendly manner and continues "Well, no matter. As things are, your bodies will start at around 12 years of age so that you can grow up in them easily. I will train you for 10 years, in which I will either personally train you, send you to do missions to my world or you can train by yourselves. Prepare for school too, my students..." He says, trailing off with an evil glint in his eyes. We all trembled a bit, but I was secretely pondering a bit. How come we feel so comfortable around him? Mind magic stuff? And why is he acting so friendly? Ain't we supposed to be people he kidnapped? He's kind of giving us a huge degree of choice... Ah well, who's gonna complain!? Not me, that's for sure!
"Very well, it's time to begin remodeling your body on a molecular level. I'll wake you up in about a year~." He says, my eyes widen as I fall down on the floor, hearing 4 more *thumps* along with my own fall. My consciousness begins to fade and I can't help but wonder...
Will I get to drink blood like the vampires on the fairy tales? Ah, how I hope to grow some wings too... A tail would be nice. Maybe cat ears too... I like cats after all...
R.I.P consciousness. Rest in spaghetti, never forgetti.