Not so many days had passed since Palkus and Azeroth had dealt with the vampires, and now they were living leisurely inside the estate.
Azeroth didn't leave the house for almost two weeks, then for the other two weeks, he only went to the bar, hooked up with the bar lady, and brought her back home after drinking all night.
Palkus, however, truly lived to his laziness and never so much as left his room.
He was starting to get sick of sleeping, so he was going to enjoy it while it lasts and move on to finish his job.
Today, a month after their little mission, Azeroth came and knocked on Palkus' door.
"What's up." Palkus, in his pajamas, opened the door and asked.
"Look at this guy. Every time I go out, I sense him stalking me from somewhere." Azeroth, holding an old vampire from the neck who was beyond unconscious, spoke.
"Who is he?"
"After I've done a little something, he was kind enough to tell me everything. Seems like he works for the countess." Azeroth nodded.
"I see." Palkus looked at the badly injured butler and knew exactly what happened.
"Alright, it seems like I have a mission." Palkus changed into casual clothes and walked out of the room.
*Crash*
"Can I get that countess?" Azeroth walked close to him after the butler got out of the window and asked.
"I don't care." Palkus replied.
"You're right. Why would you?" Azeroth shook his head.
It didn't take long for the two to appear in front of the countess' large mansion. It stood tall in the middle of the town, dark and glorious for all to see.
The gothic elements and the large tower with a cloth handing on top of it were mezmerizing to look at, yet the duo weren't here for any of that.
"She's there?" Palkus asked.
"She's there." Azeroth nodded.
Anger was visible on her twisted face and she hated her very existence for being put in such a position.
Her honor, her pride. All of it was thrown down the drain by a single action from the young man in front of her.
"You have two options. You kneel down, or die." Palkus coldly spoke.
His demeanor comes from his boredom. He wasn't the type to be ruthless; he was quite chill, but now he really just wanted to go back to his estate.
"You dare! I will fucking murder you, then I will everything you hold dear. After that, I wi-"
*Fwshhh* *BOOM*
"One more word." Palkus moved closer to the vampire countess, who was smashed against the door and onto the wall outside the corridor.
If he was bored before, now he was completely pissed.
"What were you saying?"
"I will make you my slave, peasant! I will make sure you pay the price. I will have you kill everyone you hold dear with your own hands!" She shouted, and a crazed smile was painted on her face. Her pride didn't allow her to bow down.
Her position and bloodline didn't allow her to feel fear.
But now... She would come to learn that speaking ill of those connected to Draco, the monster who had taken the world by storm and is moving to do the same for the whole universe...
Wasn't the best choice.
Azeroth just stood by the side with folded hands. He didn't stop Palkus; he was just going to enjoy the show.
'What a waste.' Looking at the angry youth, he shook his head at the loss of such a fine piece.
The countess was the most beautiful woman he had seen in Portalia by far, after his wives and daughters.
He would have done anything to get her. However, he would be lying if he said he also wasn't angry at the moment.
"Farewell." He said.
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