In the cozy room, Luna, the 5-year-old wolf girl, held a stuffed toy tightly. Meanwhile, Seraphina, the 8-year-old vampire, skillfully worked with yarn, creating another stuffed toy for her wolf companion. It had been a month since they were taken in by the boy named Art.
The room echoed with a sense of newfound family, as the bond between the three continued to grow in the midst of their shared adventures and unique circumstances.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and Lilith, the maid, entered, only catching sight of Luna.
"Young miss, the food is ready," she announced.
"Okay, thank you, Miss Lilith," Luna responded. After Lilith left, Luna glanced over to see Seraphina on the ceiling, skillfully hiding. The playful antics of the two girls added a touch of whimsy to the otherwise ordinary day.
"Big sis, do you need to do that?" Luna asked.
"That's what father said, I have to hide," Seraphina replied as she dropped down.
"Oh, right, big brother said that."
"Luna, I'll be out for a bit."
"Okay," Luna said with a smile. The dynamics between the two sisters and their interactions with Art added a sense of familial warmth to their unconventional household.
***
Seraphina walked outside, carrying the spear on her back. She moved elegantly across the snow, leaving behind delicate footprints in the winter landscape. The air was filled with a serene atmosphere as she embarked on her journey outside.
She hummed to herself until she heard a voice.
"Liz, come on, let's go," she looked to see a crimson-haired girl. The girl went by the name Rosalind.
Rosalind looked at Seraphina, who observed her from a distance.
"Liz, you go right ahead. I'll meet up with you," Rosalind said, walking up to Seraphina. The encounter sparked a moment of curiosity and potential connection between the two girls.
Rosalind crouched down a bit to get to Seraphina's level.
She gave a quick smile. "Can I help you, young miss?" she asked Seraphina.
"No, I believe I don't need help, miss. I'm just observing," Seraphina responded.
Rosalind looked at the snow on the ground. "It sure is getting cold."
"Yes, it is," Seraphina replied, looking up. The exchange between them held a quiet acknowledgment of the changing season and the shared experience of the chilly weather.
"Your friend must be waiting," Seraphina said.
"Oh, you're right," Rosalind acknowledged and walked off.
"So, that's Father's friend," Seraphina thought to herself as she continued walking around the village streets. Eventually, she came across a fence, observing the snowy ground underneath. The village held a quaint charm, and Seraphina's exploration added an air of mystery to her presence.
She jumped the fence, falling to the ground and landing gracefully. After 20 minutes of traversing, she arrived at her destination – a cozy coffee shop.
Upon entering, the aroma of coffee enveloped the place. Seraphina took in the inviting scent, blending into the warm ambiance of the establishment.
She sat down and ordered a coffee. As she waited for her order, she gazed out of the window. A slave carriage passed by – three of them, to be exact. Most of the occupants were humans, given their unfortunate position at the bottom of the hierarchy among intelligent species. The sight brought a momentary reflection on the complexities of the world she found herself in.
She heard the cries of the slaves, and annoyance crept into her expression. "So annoying," she muttered to herself.
As she sat there, a random person engaged in a conversation nearby. "More slaves are coming here," one person remarked.
"It is slave season; there will be more coming in the week," the other person explained.
The coffee arrived, and a woman placed the cup on the table. Seraphina thanked her and took a sip, savoring the rich flavor.
However, the cries of distress continued. "I don't wanna go!" echoed through the air, further irritating Seraphina. As she finished her coffee, she got up and left the shop.
Outside, more slave carriages passed by, and the persistent cries grated on her nerves. The growing irritation was evident on her face.
***
Seraphina observed a nearby camp holding slaves captive. The majority were human, but she noticed some beast-men among them.
The cries for help were met with harsh treatment as traders slapped the slaves to silence their pleas.
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The grim scene unfolded before Seraphina, the enigmatic vampire who observed the world with an inscrutable gaze. The white-haired trader, an embodiment of cruelty, callously handled the enslaved, inflicting pain with a detachment that belied the darkness within. A chilling *crack* echoed through the air as a young girl's scream pierced the silence, her innocence shattered along with her dislocated arm.
Seraphina, though composed on the surface, harbored a storm of emotions beneath her calm exterior. The unjust suffering of the helpless ignited a quiet resolve within her.
In that moment, she vowed to become a force that would stand against the oppressors and weave a different destiny for those ensnared by the chains of cruelty.
The echoes of pain became the catalyst for a silent rebellion, and Seraphina's watchful eyes bore witness to a chapter of defiance unfolding in the shadows.
"You fucking brat," the man spat angrily, poised to unleash violence on the girl until his arms were severed.
As his hands tumbled away, Seraphina strolled towards the traders with an eerie calm.
Wordless, she commenced a merciless slaughter of the slave traders, a chilling smile adorning her face.
Feeding on vengeance, Seraphina sank her teeth into the man's face. His pleas for mercy echoed as the white-haired man, whose hands had been severed, witnessed a miraculous regeneration, his limbs slowly growing back.
With blood-stained lips, Seraphina gazed up at the man, her expression devoid of emotion. As he reached for his sword, agonizing pain forced him to his knees.
In a gruesome transformation, the man's eyes bulged out, and his spine unfolded into grotesque, bloody wings.
Pierced by screams of agony, Seraphina, deeming him no longer a threat, calmly proceeded towards the cages.
Opening the cage doors, Seraphina was abruptly stabbed in the stomach. Turning, she saw the man still alive, his arm now a sharp bone edge.
Unfazed, she calmly broke off his makeshift weapon. Her left arm underwent a transformation, turning gray with fur, and her nails morphed into deadly claws.
As the man's eyes regenerated, a fierce determination lit within him, launching into a relentless assault.
However, his efforts were met with a swift counter – a cascade of blood, a dance of crimson blades. Seraphina, wounded but undeterred, harnessed the very essence of her own blood, orchestrating a captivating display of manipulation.
"Are you a Hemovorian?" The man's breath quickened.
Seraphina's left arm returned to its usual milky complexion. Drawing blood from her stomach, she fashioned a whip. Her face became expressionless as her stomach seamlessly healed.
The man's gravest error lay in underestimating the might of a Hemovorian.
Seraphina executed swift slashes, striking the man twice. Sensing danger, he hastily retreated, creating distance between them. A retaliatory slash targeted her arm, and as blood dripped, Seraphina seized the opportunity, infusing her whip with newfound strength.
Once more, the man crumpled to his knees, writhing in pain. Seraphina swiftly employed her whip, encircling his neck with a lethal precision. Slipping behind him, she initiated a relentless strangulation, asserting her dominance with the relentless grip of her blood-infused weapon.
His spine unfurled, piercing Seraphina's stomach, and she coughed up blood in response. His eyes vacant, the man gasped for air. seizing the moment, Seraphina infused thorns into her whip. Slicing her forearm, she forged a makeshift knife with her blood, mercilessly stabbing the man's chest. Despite his weight bearing down on her, she persisted in her relentless assault, determined to secure victory.
Struggling to break free from the whip, the man writhed in pain. Unrelenting, Seraphina stabbed his lungs, silencing his screams. Amidst the haunting cries of the slaves, both their blood stained the snow.
Rolling the man over, Seraphina unsheathed her fangs, delving into his stomach. With one hand on her own stomach, she feasted on his flesh, ensuring her own guts remained intact in the gruesome aftermath.
Despite the man's relentless blows to her head, his pain only intensified. Undeterred, Seraphina tore into his intestines, feasting upon them, her dress and face now drenched in blood. A bewildering realization struck her – the man remained inexplicably alive.
"Is he immortal?" Seraphina pondered, continuing her gruesome feast, the mystery of his resilience unfolding in the inhumane act she's doing.
The man ceased his struggle, finally succumbing to death. Intrigued, Seraphina noticed something on his neck amid the blood—a curse mark. He had fallen out of favor with the God of Chaos.
"He's like Art, what a shame," she mused, the absence of the term "father" when alone hinting at a complex connection.
Her open stomach began to heal, her feasting on him help her heal. She looked at her dress filled with holes. She cut her arm a bit she drew using her blood to patch the holes for her dress.
As her open stomach began to heal, the feasting on the man facilitated her recovery. Surveying her dress riddled with holes, Seraphina, resourceful, cut her arm to use her blood as a makeshift remedy, patching the fabric.
Observing the fleeing slaves, her attention shifted to a cage. Within, the familiar girl with the broken arm, a cat beast-men with white hair and blue eyes, cried in pain. Kneeling beside her, Seraphina discovered a more grievous injury – her right eye was missing. With healing magic, Seraphina mended the broken arm, gently opening the injured eye to reveal the brutal reality of its absence.
The girl, in tears, embraced Seraphina, burying her face in her chest. Seraphina returned the hug, offering comfort. "You're okay now," she reassured, the warmth of their embrace providing solace amid the harrowing circumstances.
***
Emerging from the forest, Seraphina carried the girl named Fren, both still adorned in dried blood.
Continuing on, she encountered a group of people wearing clothing distinctly not from Eldoria, but from Earth, their attire a stark contrast to the world they found themselves in.
Four individuals, two boys and two girls, seemingly high school students, caught Seraphina's attention. Quickly, she concealed Fren in the bushes, whispering, "Shh, stay quiet for me." Fren nodded in understanding as they both observed the newcomers cautiously.
Seraphina approached the group, and one of the boys greeted her. "Hey girl," he asked. She replied, "Yes, what is it!?"
The anxiety was palpable as one of the girls urgently yelled, "Where are we!?" The remaining boy and girl attempted to pacify their distressed companion.
"Calm down, Sasha," the boy addressing Seraphina reassured the distressed girl. He then turned back to Seraphina.
"You are in the Elysiuma region," Seraphina answered the girl's question.
The four individuals exchanged uncertain glances, clearly puzzled by the unfamiliar name.
"Elysiuma?" the other boy questioned.
"May I ask where you're from?" Seraphina inquired.
"New York," the boy in front of Seraphina responded.
"Do you know about Eldoria?" Seraphina asked.
The boy shook his head. "No, I don't."
Seraphina's tone turned emotionless. "You're not from this world."
The boy gulped, noticing that Seraphina's dress wasn't adorned with red patterns but dried blood. He hesitated, backing up, and stammered, "Why are you covered in blood?"
Seraphina's nails grew sharp, and she lightly cut her forearm, a droplet of blood falling.
"What are you?" he questioned.
"You wanna know something about you other worlders," Seraphina said.
"What?" he questioned.
"You have no mana," she declared, then swiftly sliced his throat. He collapsed to the ground, the revelation met with a brutal response.
Both girls screamed, while the other boy stood frozen, unable to move. Seraphina clicked her tongue, "Disgusting parasites, you don't belong here."
Wiping the blood on her cheek with her thumb, Seraphina remained composed. The boy, regaining his senses, clenched his fist, frustration evident. "Just what the hell are you?!" he yelled, seeking answers in the face of the emotionless Seraphina.
"..." Seraphina looked at him with undisguised disgust.
"Answer me!" The boy yelled.
"Humans are just disgusting creatures," she declared, her face twisted in disdain.
***
After a while, the remaining three people lay lifeless, their bodies contorted. One of the girls floated in the air, connected by blood threads on her wrists, leading to Seraphina's fingers. Her left hand extended, while her right manipulated the threads, twisting the girl's limbs in a macabre display.
Seraphina continued to twist the girl's limbs relentlessly, the gruesome act causing blood to flow. As droplets of blood fell on Seraphina's face, a twisted smile formed, reveling in the unsettling satisfaction derived from the unsettling spectacle.
Realizing she had forgotten about Fren, Seraphina dropped the girl's body, wiped the blood off her face, and walked over to Fren's hiding place. There, in a bush, Fren remained with her right eye closed. Seraphina gently patted her head, offering comfort in the aftermath of the unsettling events.
Fren opened her arms, a gesture requesting Seraphina to pick her up. In that moment, she radiated absolute adorableness, inviting the comforting embrace of Seraphina.
With Fren in her arms, Seraphina walked towards the place she currently called home, engaging in conversation to learn more about the girl. Upon arrival, she opened the window to Artorian's room.
Luna was peacefully asleep on the bed as Seraphina sat down, with Fren perched on her lap. Engaging in playful interaction, Seraphina amusedly played with Fren, creating a moment of warmth and connection in the tranquil room.
Luna woke up, crawling closer to Seraphina. Peering over Seraphina's shoulder, she noticed Fren. "Who's she?" Luna asked.
Fren, feeling shy, hid her face on Seraphina's chest. Seraphina gently stroked her hair and looked at Luna.
"She'll be staying here for a while," Seraphina responded, introducing Fren into their shared space.
After an hour, Artorian returned to his room, finding the three there. Observing Fren, he inquired, "Who's she?"
Seraphina placed Fren on the floor. "Go ahead, as we practiced," she suggested. Shyly, Fren approached Artorian, exchanging a quiet conversation. Artorian, curious, asked her to speak louder.
Fren clenched her tiny fists and said, "Welcome back, papa!" before lowering her gaze to the ground.
Artorian shot Seraphina an annoyed look, to which she responded with a smug expression.
Artorian stepped back from the room and closed the door. The three remained in a momentary silence, the atmosphere holding the weight of unspoken sentiments.