Blood Society Embassy

[Chephros]

The Blood Ambassador, aka Chephros, was back at the Embassy in Babylos. He had finally found the place again and decided to try and get in contact with Millarca, the vampire he was attracted to for obvious reasons. Walking in he felt oddly at home considering he was a part of their group. Someone waved to him, and he tilted his head and waved oddly back. The person went back to work on whatever they were doing.

Surprised at the event right there, he looked around to find some mode of communication then remember, he didn't even know how he was going to get in contact with her anyway. What was he going to do, call random numbers on a telephone until he found the right one? Yeah, that was gonna work out real smoothly. So, instead he walked up to the person at the main desk.

"Exactly how would I get in contact with Millarca?"

The receptionist answered, "Come this way."

[The Designer]

"You know" The female receptionist with the nice rack said as they were walking down the halls. "You're lucky. Millarca came here today in order to negotiate the amount of humans that vampires may feed upon. She is due to depart back to the Society Home in half a day, so do speak quickly"

With that, the receptionist opened a door at the back of the Embassy, slowly opening it to the music of what would sound like a porno. Inside was Millarca, naked as the day she was born, and laying in her bed. Her clothes were all around, as the cheesy porno music filled the room. And from the outside, it seemed to be such a normal room....

"Yes?" Millarca said getting up from her bed, not even attempting to hide her exposed bosom....

Indeed, if there were ever a epitome for the Female Vampire Stereotype....

[Chephros]

Well what a surprise to see, albeit somewhat great, Chephros simply smirked and gave a sweeping bow, making sure his blades didn't cut anything though, and then looked up with admiration and the remembrance of a very nice night. Yes, he was looking forward to possibly another one of those experiences in the future, but right now he had something to do.

"Well, you wanted me to report on what the Academy did. To me it seems like they hold sparingly few classes every now and then while having student go on various missions. They also hold combat exams, one of which I was a part of. They hold various levels of magicians of many kinds, including a few other demons and some other types of creatures, and recently entered a war with a holy order it seemed. That was a fun visit back to Earth."

That was his report, and all he really had to say. Now he simply leaned against the nearest wall with his arms crossed over his chest, blades leaning over the sides. He looked like an assassin with his wings partially out and his tail swinging freely on his left.

[The Designer]

"Really now?" Millarca said, yawning a bit. "Well, we already knew that. The battle of Vichy was also when the Order began a sweeping attack of Eastern Europe, but we were luckily able to hold them back."

Leaning getting up, fully nude and somewhat sweaty, she looked at the demon with half awake eyes.

"But tell me... what do YOU think about being here Chephros?"

[Chephros]

"The place is annoying to me. I would find it better among my own kind," turning to the side he snarled slightly, "Except rare few of them exist on this plane anymore."

His hand curled. He knew perfectly well why and he was now technically learning in the academy which had erased them with their tracer squads.

"I would fight, but I don't possess the ability right now."

He knew his limits, and several students were beyond him, if not most. They had trained long than he had been on this realm and he was hopelessly outnumbered as well when at the academy alone. Turning to face the vampire again he simply shrugged.

"To me, the place is worthless."

[The Designer]

"Is that so?" Millarca said, her face bearing a rather seductive smile. "I find that humans are such wonderfully interesting creature.... Not surprising considering I myself was one. However, you make the excellent little exchange student for the academy... Learning and understanding, yet containing no love for what you are exposed to..."

With that, Millarca moved toward her bed, laying upon it on her side, with her finger circle around a part of her lavish bed. Yet again, she made no attempt to hide her breasts, and instead merely smiled.

"Besides, I'm sure you could do well to get along with humans. They're not so much different from you and I, and I have seen humans which have done worst things then either of our kind has done to this planet... And for that reason, I suppose it just makes humanity far, far worse that it was no us who did these atrocities..."

[Chephros]

"They did it to their planet. I came here to blood myself and gain enough power to return to my realm in such a way as to contest for the right of a Demon Lord, but yet I came here to find that rare few of my kind exist. If humans are the worse beings, the mages are the abominations created from them."

It was fairly true if one was pursuing that line of thought. The humans did the horrible things, but the mages truly had the power to do incredible feats, and thus the unthinkable atrocities could really be given thought to. Blowing up a mountain for fun and not caring what happened, creating a river in a desert, thinking it would be great, killing off human killing beings, what harm could that do?

"You may tolerate them, but then you have to keep them around for your survival. I could wipe them from the face of the planet and maintain my life. No, I do not tolerate them, I ignore their complete existence and continue with mine."

[The Designer]

"Is that so?" Millarca said, her teeth shinning. "You can't go on without making allies with humans Chephros... We vampires allied ourselves to Beast in nights long past, but in reality I find an alliance with humans is better than with beast. They are kinder and nicer than the feral brutes I had to deal with.... Regardless.."

With that, she laid on her back, with all points of her body visible for the demon to see... It was as if she was calling him over for a fuck session. The Receptionist, meanwhile, coughed as she stood beside Chephros.

"Humans are the populous race on the Earth.... I suppose it would be beneficial to find some allies here, at least before you Ascend as Demon Lord..."

[Chephros]

Chephros almost laughed and grinned madly. "Hah, yes, when I ascend back to the realm of Chaos to become a Demon Lord. How far off that is. At this rate it will take years to find enough beings to fight for their scrap of power. The Blood Society will be a good enough ally for me while I am here. I only need one set of people to be devoted to, not a whole throng of the."

Still leaning back against the wall, Chephros force his wings to push him forward slightly and he took steps forward, then turned to the side and moved to the bed, sitting on the side, legs slung over, and simply turned to look at Millarca.

"nau uss thrityhen uns'aa xuileb vharc. No one attacks me without vengeance. That is the only deal I will give to the humans for as long as I need suffer them."

[The Designer]

"As you say" The woman said to herself, doubting this demon's strength. For all his power, Millarca could easily slay him by with just her finger....

That's, of course, if you forget she can shoot lighting out of her hands...

Anyways, the woman merely got on a very, very loose fitting robe that, in reality, left extremely little to the imagination. Moving toward the Demon, the vampiress merely smiled as he sat before him on her bed, facing the young demon...

"Well, while your here... I need you to.... investigate something..." The woman began, her tone much more serious now....

[Chephros]

Chephros looked at the demon, intrigued. His eyes didn't wander like they would have, but matched gazes, pale green eyes shining. Something to do for his group, how fun.

"And what would that be?"

Always jumping to the point he was. A problem with being a bored demon who wanted to fight something. Of course, his combat exam hadn't gone so well, but at least had been a fight he had fought well in.

Then of course, he thought a bit. If she meant here as in the school, he would be even more excited if it was a fight. These people would easily bring him what he needed, the power to ascend, faster than normal. Of course he would have to defeat or kill them for it, but it would still help him. The only bad part would also be if there was fighting at this school. If he fought someone he couldn't handle, he could easily be killed himself. Still, he was feeling battle lust at the moment in time so he was ready for most fights.

[The Designer]

"Well" She began, touching her lip with her flawless fingers. "I have heard reports that a certain Maedallus has gotten prophecies. Between you and me.."

She then leaned in, her mouth coming close to Chephros' ear in order to hide the conversation from the receptionist. At this time, the demon would feel a familiar soft sensation along his arm; namely Millarca's bosom pressing against the young demon.

"You see, Maedallus has predicted the end of the world. I want you to go and find someone who knows exactly what this means. Such information is important to the blood society, for our continuation... ANd for the continuation of the world as a whole, young Demon..."

She then sent a smile to the apprentice, her grin beautiful, and highly seductive...

[Chephros]

Chephros simply looked half amused. So the old headmaster of the Academy had foreseen the end of the world eh? How interesting. Albeit, the end of the world was something different. If he had seen that now, did that mean it wasn't far off? But then a thought hit him. The end of the world didn't exactly mean the end of all the realms. It COULD just mean the end of the surface world.

"How do we know he wasn't lying?"

He didn't ask how she didn't know it wasn't just the surface world affected, because she hadn't foreseen it, she couldn't know. He didn't yet trust the man, or most of the students for that matter, so he didn't want to hunt something stupid.

"And who do we know that could tell us about the future, and is a Blood member?"

He didn't want to have to deal with anyone else, but he would if it came down to it.

[The Designer]

"I assure you, we have several powerful Nightwalkers trying to discern the future... All of which results in said prophets gibbering mad and incoherently." The woman said, getting up now. "As such, being the Emissary of the Blood, your job is to find out what the Headmaster meant by his visions... You are dismissed..."

And with that, Millarca dropped her robe, once more displaying her perfect body before she suddenly dispersed into mist... disappearing in the air. The receptionist behind Chephros tapped his back, telling him that the receptionist would lead the young demon out.

"Now then, follow me" The receptionist said, droned and tired....

[Chephros]

"Nightwalkers ehh? Sounds fun for them."

Chephros turned around as the receptionist tapped his shoulder. There was a fine last image stuck in his mind as he followed the female out of the place.

"Now who the hell am I supposed to talk to...the headmaster himself? Heh, yeah, I should seriously do that. Hey headmaster-"

Simply walking along he remembered that Millarca had whispered to him for some reason. He then remembered the Receptionist. He smirked. So the girl wasn't supposed to know. At least the demon had some form of trust from his apparent leader.

"This is going to be a fun little info trip."