The spawn lunged forward and dodged the arrows fired by his friends with ease. “A vampire! A vampire lord, call everyone!” They screamed in fear as Arad and Aella stood in the back, smiling.
CLANG! The spawn pulled his sword and swung it as fast as he could, sliting one of the bandit’s throats, “Die! For my master!” He pulled his hand back, about to swing again.
Thud! His hand stopped, held by Eris, “What do you think you’re doing?” She glared at him.
“Killing master’s enemies,” He replied with a terrified face.
“See?” Arad waved his hand in the back, “Told you he’s worth less than the dirt beneath your boots,”
“Those aren’t his enemies! They are his food and your future siblings. Don’t waste their blood!” She swung her palm, gouging the spawn’s left eye and kicking him in the chest, “Get to work!”
The spawn cried, crawling toward the terrified bandits, “Sorry, food, sorry, brothers!” He extended his hand, tearing blood.
Thud! Thud! Thud! The bandits’ leader rushed out followed by five giants and hordes of goblins, “What the hell did you spit?” He glared forward, seeing one of his men, turned spawn hunting the rest with blood tears on his face.
“Damn it!” The bandit leader glared around, looking for the vampire lord. It didn’t take him long to lay eyes on Arad and Eris standing menacingly in the back.
“Which one is the vampire lord?” He growled, “Damn it, it’s still midnight,” He ran toward them, “But die!”
Arad stared forward, “You’re the leader of this place,” His face turned passive. He didn’t know if it was his instincts or something else, but he had different feelings toward leaders. Respect, or spite, he didn’t know which one it was, but his claws ached to rob the leadership to himself.
[A dragon rules. There can’t be two rulers in the same place unless the respect is mutual between them.] Mom said, and Arad understood what he felt.
This is the bandits’ leader, and out of respect from one ruler to another, he won’t hold back and crush him with all of his power.
Arad’s eyes flashed purple as he smiled, spinning in place as the bandit leader lunged at him, sword in hand.
Using the momentum of his spin, Arad lifted his foot up and dropped it down, pushing forth with the combined might of all his draconic muscles and bones.
CLICK! His eyes saw the leader, focusing only on him. His heart ramped up in the blink of an eye, rumbling like an engine as it pumped boiling blood through his veins.
All the tension on his body faded for a split second, his muscles ready to tense up. The decision was made, and his whole brain from head to the tip of his tail sent the signal at once, ensuring that all his muscles acted with extreme accuracy.
The moment Arad’s fist started accelerating, a shockwave exploded from around his knuckles.
The bandit’s leader’s life flashed in front of his eyes, seeing his sword evaporate in slow motion as Arad’s fist drew closer. ^Mom^ Was the only thing coursing across his head.
No pain, no sound, only regrets. The leader could see his own body evaporating into a red mist from behind his back. He was dead, his soul drifting away before he could fully comprehend it.
SWOSH! CLAP! Arad’s fist only hit the air as the leader’s body disintegrated from the shockwave alone. The blast rushed forward ripping the ground apart as it toppled a few trees. A human swinging his fist close to the ground and kicking up dust and leaves.
The other bandits froze as their leader was erased from existence with a single hit, they didn’t stand a chance.
“Tiny! Human!” One of the giants in the back growled, glaring at Arad with glowing green eyes, “Weak creature, die!” He lunged forward, swinging his club down.
Eris lifted her hand, conjuring her plasma spear. SWOSH! As the club passed across the spear, it turned into white ash, drifting with the wind.
The giant stared at his club, surprised, “Strong but dumb,” She then looked at Arad, “I don’t fancy monsters’ blood, what do you suggest?”
“They are too big to keep, kill them,” Arad replied and she smiled, “I was hoping you say that,”
Eris’s spear crackled with lighting and fire, flashing with a purple haze as she lifted it up. In a strange move, she threw it forward.
The plasma spear pierced the giant, incinerating his organs and flying toward the others in the back.
The giants lept out of the way, dodging the spear. “Avoid glowing things!”
Eris smiled, lifting two fingers up and pointing back toward herself.
The spear flew away and then turned, flying back like a boomerang.
As the giants noticed and were about to block it, Eris lunged forward with a smile on her face.
CLAP! She grabbed one of the giants by the head, kicking his skull with her knee. BOOM! The giant’s head burst into flames as its screams boomed.
The other giants swing their clubs trying to kill her but instead pulverize their brother.
***
“Master!” The spawn returned to Arad, dragging two bandits at the grasp of death, “I drained them for you,” He bowed as he threw them to Arad’s legs.
The two bandits’ bodies twitched as Arad lifted them up, biting their necks. As the two transformed into spawns, the first of the spawn looked at Arad with glowing eyes.
“Was I useful to master?” He asked.
“You’re better than dirt at least,” Arad replied, “Those two are under your command, take them and hunt me the rest,”
The spawn bowed as he stared at the new two, “Brothers! Follow me!” He shouted, “For master’s glory!”
The spawns rushed into the camp, massacring everyone inside and collecting their blood. Only after ten minutes, Arad had over forty spawns running around causing havoc.
Eris approached Arad, wiping her hands, “I finished the big ones,” She smiled, “The goblins seek to serve you,” She pointed.
The goblins hid behind the bushes, bowing down motionless.
“That saves us the hassle,” He smiled, walking into the camp with ease as the screams filled the sky.
“By the way, I never asked you, but what is your preferred blood type?” Eris asked, “I like sweet blood, some people have it,”
Arad thought about it for a second, “I like blood with the purest magic and the one with the softest flesh. I say virgin women between twenty and thirty years old.”
“Red dragon also like that, your kind could probably make a whole cuisine off that.” She giggled.
Arad looked at her, “You would make a fine meal, but you’re a bit too spicy,”
Eris stared at him with a grin, “Was that supposed to be an invitation?” She approached him, “Not now, we’re at work,” brushing her hand on his chest. “But I don’t mind taking a bite. A single sip out of your neck,”