#everampir

Kiki rounded a corner, he was on his normal route to school, and wearing his uniform instead of his favorite kimono. It wasn’t often but their was a small band, or gang of demons who blocked the path home, he knew of them roughly through Glasses and his own sightings but hadn’t seen them bothering people. Well not till today.

And a child of all things, that was sickening already. Looked like a vampire, maybe a younger brother of Herlurga... 

Their was absolutly no way he could ignore this, the club in his hand turned its three eyes at Kiki. “You should mind your own.” It said, knowing fully how vain their attempt was.

“Excuse me.” The oni’s voice was deep and maybe more intimidating then he ever meant. The leader of the five demons spun around to find the gigantic oni.

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“Hu-  u” The demon was bad at making compliments up on the spot. “I like eh... That yer’ always happy to see me.” The demon was a little tense at admitting that but it was the truth

// HEADCANNON *dabs*

          the  young  witch  had  absolutely  no  idea  what  he  could  have  done  wrong  ?  he  was  almost  positive  he  followed  everything  from  the  book  exactly  to  ever  minute  detail  !  his  original  plan  was  to  make  a  very  simple  summon  .  you  know,  like  maybe  just  a  tiny  demon  or  something  ?  something  that  can’t  really  do  any  actual  damage  ?  but  no,  he  had  to  summon  some  vampire  dude  .  and  judging  by  his  clothes,  one  who  doesn’t  seem  to  even  be  caught  up  on  the  times  for  that  matter  ...  

             after  a  period  of  pacing  around  and  mumbling  to  himself,  brows  frowned  in  thought,  riley  turned  his  attention  towards  the  book  left  open  on  the  ground  .  pushing  any  candles,  herbs  or  any  other  items  he  might  have  used  for  the  summon  out  of  his  way,  he  sat  down,  book  in  his  lap  .

Not a particularly difficult job, but it was a job, going into this Immortal Dungeon to take down the Vampire that’s been making a fuss lately. Clearly was a bit more than low rank, given the state of the castle and the wandering Undead. Soft shoes scuffed the stone floors as Django went, a pink short sword in hand. He followed his Solar Sense as he went, looking for the Immortal’s chamber, eyes watching ahead for more Ghouls.

He slowed his footsteps when he heard something around the corner, peeking around while his sword began to glow gold. Django blinked twice, then a third.

What was a human doing in this Immortal Dungeon?

At least, they seemed to be human. How they were dressed was more akin to an Immortal like the Count, or like some kind of nobleman, yet he didn’t sense any reason to oppose this person. Maybe they’d been captured..?