Vampires and Demons and…Robots? Oh My…

"What do you think it'ssss like not to live in hell?" one demon asked another. The speaker, a kid of about sixteen with the tongue of a snake and ocean-blue eyes and diamond-shaped pupils, was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The other, a nineteen-year-old with silky black wolf ears sticking up out of his shaggy, bleached white hair, a tail the same color as his ears, and pupil-less black eyes, lay on the floor beside the bed and snorted.

"Who cares, Xack?" he replied. "Where else is there to live? Surely not with those idiotic meat bag humans?"

"I wassss jusssst assssking!" the one called Xack pouted. "Aderion, why are you sssso mean to me?"

"I'm not mean, Xack-Xack!" Aderion told his cousin fondly. "Just irritated."

"Wolf demonssss are alwayssss irritated." Xack sighed.

"Because snake demons are always irritating." Aderion countered. "Shut it, 'cuz. I'm tryin' a sleep!"

"Why do you alwayssss ssssleep on the floor?" Xack wondered. "You have a bed."

"I like the fl-" Aderion began before suddenly sitting up, eyes wide. Xack was blinking in shock; he'd felt it too, a sudden use of huge power. Aderion rose to his feet and, without knowing why, hugged his cousin.

"G'bye, Xack." he said gruffly, running out of the room. That was the last they saw of each other for a very long time.


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"You summoned me, Master?" Aderion said, walking into the chamber he for some reason felt drawn to. He was very familiar with this chamber. His master lived here. Who was Aderion's master? He himself did not truly know.

"Aderion." the voice of his master said fondly. Aderion had never seen his master's true form, and when the other couldn't be pressed to use a glamour, he just spoke in his servants' heads.

"Yes, Master?" Aderion wondered. He loathed the term 'master'. Loathed it. He hated how it demeaned him. He hated how servile it was. But life went one way, and one way only.

"You have a mission, Aderion Wolf-Demon."   his master said. "You are going to the human world. There you will torment our most sworn enemies, the vampires. The first one that you come across you will become bound to until it dies. This is your training."

"I don't want to go to the-" Aderion shouted before an unbelievable pain bloomed in his forehead, behind his eyes. He screamed and collapsed.


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Aderion's eyes crept open and, on instinct, he sniffed the air. His eyes widened. No sulfur. No blood. Grease. Salt. Sweat. Something strange- the only word he could think of was earthy. No blood, but something similar to it. Wait, metal. He sat up and looked around, intrigued. What he saw shocked him.

Humans. Everywhere. Every. Fricking. Where. Aderion shuddered as he slowly climbed to his feet. A little kid hanging off his parent's hand pointed at Aderion and said something, but the parent paid no attention so the kid contented himself to stare at the Wolf Demon. Aderion bared his teeth and the kid's eyes filled with tears. Aderion tried to figure out why the kid had instantly known he was different. Then he figured it out.

Oh, yeah.

Ears.

Tail.

Dur.

Aderion looked down, almost against his will, and noticed a long, sleek black trench coat and a top hat. Top hat? What the fuck? His master was an idiot. Sighing, he put on the garments and hid his abnormalities. Then an odor caught his attention. Fresh blood. Lots and lot of fresh blood. Aderion ran off in the direction of the scent.

He came upon a man bent over a prone figure in a deserted alleyway. The kneeling one had his face pressed against the other's neck, and that was where the scent was coming from. Scowling, Aderion stalked over and lifted the other by the shirt collar. The other had wide, -blank- eyes that had a faint glimmer of red in them.

"Hello, vampire scum." Aderion spat. He smiled viciously as the other blinked. Then the vampire jerked out of his grasp and, without thinking, Aderion wrapped his fingers around the other's arm. Then he screamed. Loudly. He screamed until his throat got sore and he had collapsed to his knees, still holding the vampire. He finally rose back to his feet, gasping. The vampire looked confusedly at him.

"You," the vampire said, speaking for the first time, "are insane. Kindly let go of me."

"I," Aderion gasped, letting go of the vampire and displaying strange, triangular black markings covering his palm all the way up to his forearm, "am a demon. And you, fangbreath, I can now track until you're dead." The vampire blinked confusedly at the arm Aderion had grabbed. There was a small red pentagram on the wrist.

"This is not good," the vampire said slowly, "is it?"

"Not for you, bloodbreath." Aderion smirked.

"My name is Karter." the vampire scowled.

"Your name," hissed Aderion, "is Doomed."