Chapter 221 45: True Form - Part 1

An hour passed by, and the dark of night would only last a few hours at most while Vincent made the girls sleep, only he and the three vampires staying awake; Titania insisted on staying up, but he gently convinced her to sleep.

Now all that remained were Darius, Vincent and Ravena, the small greeting room of Mel'Zeth's home; the outside was a little loud as various homes began to prepare for battle and a possible siege; Ravena's home was always in a state of readiness so her girls were all sleeping, the cute Lila even invited Vincent into her bed while rubbing her sleeping eyes, which caused Dracia to chase her before spanking her loudly.

"So what's the plan, Ravy?" Darius asked his older sister; although they were family, they rarely met in person because they were so busy.

"How about you go out there and fight alone? Weren't you going to become the arena champion, brother? Fufu~ so cute, seeing you struggle with those my new son managed to crush!"

"Sis' don't talk about that old dream now... you're killing me!" Darius said; Vincent could feel his envious gaze but ignored it as he sipped the honey and lemon tea, the bittersweet taste helping to lift his spirits, as two cute vampires were glued to his neck, sucking on him while they all spoke; Zarina stood like a knight in her armour near the door, always watching the distance with her red eyes.

'That girl, I told her I could see them sooner, but she responded with, "Forgive me, but your blood made me so horny I need to stay in the armour, or I'll push you down and violate you; it's a form of my penance!" with the cutest look.'

Darius sighed and took a swig of wine, looking at the ceiling.

"I don't know when they will come, but the scouts in my group have confirmed another large unit of humans; they are far away but could be here within 4 hours if we are unlucky."

"You damn coward, even if they come in an hour, we'll be ready for those scum!" Ravena thumped the table with her bitter words, swigging more fruit wine and slapping her cup down roughly.

Vincent listened to the two, his lips parting from the cup as the warm vapour of the tea vanished into his mouth, placing the empty cup down gently to avoid noise, somehow when around Ravena, he felt like a young child, reminded of being with his mother in the past when she would speak with their dungeon members, or the women from various places that came for advice and combat training.

'I hope mother is alright.'

Ravena glanced over at the cup, noticing the lack of liquid and smiled, patting the chair beside her.

"Come sit next to me, little Vincent. Even though I'm the oldest here, I am still a woman and love to share my feelings with you... now come, let's get drunk together!"

She leaned forward, her sweet scent filling his nostrils as she touched his shoulder.

"It's been too long since you've visited, brother. You have my apologies for not having time to train properly, but it has been really hard with this war looming. How about you practise in the garden with a wooden stick or something? I have a thick and hard spear I need to train with before battle, fufu~!" Ravena gave a vicious smile as her hand began to side along Vincent's thigh, her fingers touching seductively as she found her target, with a bright smile coming to her face.

"Ravena... He's Zeth's lover. Are you going to do this? What if she never comes back next time?" Darius sighed as he watched his older sister begin to molest a young lad.

"What if I did? Would that make you angry, brother?"

Darius looked away, feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"You shouldn't play with her heart, Ravena..."

Ravena giggled and slapped his head.

"No, no, I'm playing with his dick, brother! Your sex life is none of my business. Now give us some privacy!" With a wicked grin, she pulled him closer, kissing the tip of Vincent's nose, the strong scent of wine and ale assaulting his nose, as she moved her lips along his cheek, slowly making her way towards his ear before whispering.

"I want to show you my true self, Vincent. Why don't you take me to our room and have a wild night with me?"

Her breath was hot against his ear, and Vincent shivered, shaking his head.

"No." Vincent refused, his eyes looking straight out the window, ignoring her evil art.

She kissed his cheek again and whispered into his ear.

"If you refuse me, I'll have to tell Zeth how you ignored my invitation, fufu~" Her hands reached around his waist, her thumb brushing against the top of his boxers.

"Let's go, Vincent. Let me introduce you to my body~."

She grabbed his wrist, pulled him off the chair and dragged him through the kitchen and out the backdoor, her grip tight as they walked into the garden, the night sky filled with stars.

Ophelia wanted to follow, but Ophelis stopped her, shaking her head, while Zarina had a wry smile on her face as the door slammed shut; Darius, the only one who didn't understand what happened, sipping in warm wine and thinking about returning to his sweet wife back home before the battle.

A light breeze blew across the field, blowing her hair behind her as Ravena stopped and turned, her hand moving down to grab his cock, stroking it gently before she quickly removed her hand, the seductive glance and slightly tipsy atmosphere fading instantly; he watched as she looked at him, with both serious and pleading eyes which narrowed as her lips began moving.

"Vincent, I cannot allow the fight to be here; this is my home, the place my little girls will return to after they leave the roost." The voice was nothing like the previous Ravena, but like a mother, a warrior and stunned him a little.

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Earlier, you could have killed them with ease alone, couldn't you, but you held back to let those girls get experience?" Her snake-like eyes watched him like a predator, looking for hints of the truth.

"Yes."

She nodded and turned, walking away a few steps from his body.

Shling!

He watched her slowly draw a beautifully adorned sword, almost seeming like an heirloom, if not for the high quality of the blade and its sharp edges, almost as beautiful as Raizel's.

"Then come with me." She pulled him by the arm and began to walk, stopping at the edge of the town; looking down, the cool wind blew her long hair across her face.

"What!?"

"We will defend this town with everything we have," Ravena said with a determined tone, sliding her sword back into its sheath, hanging it from her waist, walking forward, her heels clicking on the hard stone as she moved to the edge of the forest that surrounded the town, her hand still grasping Vincent's tightly.

"We? As in me and you, or do you mean everyone?"

Vincent was suddenly shocked as her face snapped back towards him, still moving forwards, each step crushing the powerless branches from the surrounding trees. "I want you to show me..."

She paused, their pace quickening as her legs easily kicked small beasts and shrubs away.

"I must believe you can protect my daughter, even if you become the world's enemy! Daemon!" When she stopped speaking, Vincent noticed a strange ethereal glow in her eyes, like a golden light swirling with a magical dance as those pupils locked on his body.

"Oh?" His eyes began to glimmer, a dark and wicked red narrowing his eyes as their grasp on each other tightened. He felt since this woman knew, then things might become difficult, or rather he considered killing her for a spilt second.

"Yes, that's the way. Don't even trust your lover's mother or family! Mel'Zeth is my pride! Listen, boy, You might have fucked my brains out, but I am far from your woman! Never let down your guard until I kneel before you and beg for your affection! This world isn't so easy to let someone like you exist and be so happy!" Vincent could tell she wasn't just being nasty; her eyes contained concern and a threatening look.

"..." Vincent couldn't answer; for so long, he was happy with them all beside him. They allowed him to forget reality, the future battles against his 'siblings' and the fact that the insane woman had to reincarnate into someone in this world, feeling constant fear and paranoia.

'what if one of my women is her? Will she suddenly start killing the other women I love...' He hid these thoughts deep down, along with the desire to ravage, destroy and dominate that was always there.