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Nightshift 24: Recreational Field

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Something told Luke that he really shouldn't have followed Masaru. It was that little voice, the little voice that told you not to touch that button, or pull that lever, or use that Fonic Arte when Tear was trying to sing a Hymn and possibly interrupt and doom your party to a loss, but Luke was still uncertain of this place. He had but a few newfound friends to place his trust in, and Luke knew that he couldn't go alone.

That said, Masaru looked so confident in knowing where the Sun Room was that Luke didn't think he could possibly be wrong. So Luke followed, like a good sheep, to the door that Masaru was leading them too.

Opening it, Luke was expecting to see Larsa and That One Girl, awaiting them with news of what would happen next. Instead, he was greeted by darkness. His eyes eventually adjusted to the weak moonlight to show a field.

"Uh, Masaru? Are you sure this is the Sun Room...?" Luke asked, sounding very worried. Now that he thought about it, that shed in the corner seemed kind of... familiar...

... Because this was the same field that they were in just hours ago!

"MASARU! I THOUGHT YOU KNEW WHERE YOU WERE GOING!!!"

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Aidou didn't agree or disgree with the sentiment - there were things lower then humans, base creatures that had no source of reason and were not worthy of any regard. The backhanded way in which the other insulted humanity was a curiosity, however. He lowered his head a bit, regarding D from the corner of his eye, before looking back to the field.

It was an old, long-standing wound, but the truth of the matter was that if he was not human, or vampire, but something else, then it made Aidou suspicious as to why, in the world of humans, he would act in support of vampires. Aidou did not need to justify his existence, but it wasn't the same for outsiders.

Those who were not vampire were more suspect than members of his own kind.

"But it is the way of things," Aidou said in response, as cold as the element he controlled. To be a hunter was to be esteemed, for they apparently did the world a service. He didn't shift, or fidget, or portray a sense of wariness, but his guard didn't drop. Enigmas that even he couldn't place weren't safe bets. Nevertheless, when he spoke again, it was with the mild and mannered, soft and bland, words he'd been taught to provide. Another prerogative of a noble. "My name is Aidou Hanabusa. It's a pleasure to meet you. May I ask after yours?" His gaze slid back to D's momentarily. "Also, if you wouldn't mind, what you are, if not human."

Then he was back to looking on the fight. "I would also appreciate it if this information were not spread around. I'm afraid it would inconvenience me."

"Unfortunately. Humans have a distasteful habit of destroying those that they don't understand." Humankind's history was riddled with such events, from present day all the way back to the dawn of man. Like a blotch of ink on snow white paper, humans had spread their corruption since the moment they first existed. It was with a heavy heart that he lived in such a blackened world.

To Aidou's introduction, D gave a polite bow, his hands clasped in front of him. It was easy to tell by the manner that he spoke that the boy had been raised well. Perhaps, some kind of nobility. Due to their looks and charms, many vampires easily acquired and held such high ranks in human society.

"You may call me Count D, or simply D if you like. And the pleasure is mine, I'm sure."

As for what he was...that was a little more difficult. But it would be rude not to answer. Personally, D wondered if young Aidou would even understand.

"Unlike vampires, my kind has yet to be given a classification. Once, we were considered messengers between humans and the sacred beasts. However, humans grew suspicious of our kind and labeled us as 'monsters' and 'demons', consequently almost sending us to extinction. Now, we are merely friends of those who are likewise persecuted and hunted by the humans. As such, I am about as likely to divulge your secret as I am to divulge my own."

Humans have a distasteful habit of destroying those they don't understand.

That was a fair assessment. Although his upbringing had tried to raise him past such thoughts, Aidou couldn't but agree. It was true. While some vampires killed humans just because they could, most didn't, and yet the entire species of vampire was persecuted for the faults of the minority. But it worked both ways, Aidou knew. The Hunters' Association - small as it was in relation to the whole - had soured many vampires on the idea of friendly relations.

Count D, what an ironic name. Aidou wasn't sure he was keen on this naming scheme.

The explanation D gave was a brief one, and in a different time Aidou would've squeezed this Count D for all the information he had out of pure curiosity, but now wasn't the time or place. Certainly not standing in the shadows of a doorway, watching a beast and a human child fight to the death. Aidou considered asking after the 'sacred beasts', but said instead, "And you... your kind. You had no way in which to defend yourself?" It was a similar story to his, but vampires differed in that regard. They wouldn't be the ones driven to extinction if it came to that.

Although the idea that there were multiple species of non-humans and even multiple worlds was grandiose, commonality of humans and human actions remained a connecting thread between Aidou and his stranger. Somehow, though, he knew the other wasn't lying.

He looked to D. "Then it goes without saying I have no intention of revealing such things either."

D frowned just a bit at Aidou's question, shaking his head. "We weren't accustomed to defending ourselves. We could, but there was no need. We were cared for by the rulers of countries, protected by their armies. When the anger and hatred came, it was from nowhere and everywhere at once, from a single man scorned and from an entire country enraged. They slaughtered our families and burned our homes, leaving nothing but death in their wake. We were few in number then, and only a single man survived the genocide. I would wager there are less than a dozen of us, even now."

It was a story he had been told over and over since he was young, but only this once had he ever told the story to someone else. Even Leon heard it from D's grandfather, not from him.

D glanced up at Aidou when the young vampire looked down, smiling a little at his words. Touching, just a little. He would have to keep an eye on this one...

"There are no condolences I can offer," Aidou said to that. And there wasn't, really. Genocide was not the same as simple death. Pity from a stranger was meaningless.

Whether D and his 'race' had more to offer than merely claws with which to attack with remained to seen, but it sounded almost like... soothsaying, at the very vaguest of theories. Either way, had D's people ever gone on the offensive or not, it was not altogether unsurprisingly to hear of genocide.

Aidou looked on him with a hard gaze; he had more than just the will to survive. He gestured lightly at the battle raging on, to further his point. "But now you know. And now you're here. Are you going to go down easily? There's more to deal with then just insipid humans. If you're one of the last, then you hold their pride; I'd better not find you on the growing list of dead or missing."

Inhaling deeply, Aidou cast his gaze around once. The second set of doors only led back to more cell blocks. It'd save time just to keep going through in this direction. Finally, he pointed to the ivy-coated wall that led into the courtyard. "Let's move over there." Aidou didn't ask whether D would stay with him or not, it was more like an implicit order. (Akatsuki was a prime example of someone who knew better then to try and detach himself when his cousin started using 'we' and 'us', as all attempts to escape usually ended in failure. )

D shook his head once more. Condolences were not what he was after. Nothing could bring the dead back to life, but making the humans atone for their corruption... It was only fair. Revenge was a heavy burden, but he had chosen to carry it.

D's eyes returned to the battle before them at Aidou's gesture, a smirk forming on his lips once more. "Certainly not. I have far too many things to do to stay here for very long." There were his pets to think of, and his grandfather's wishes. It would cause too many problems to be absent from the shop for too long...

When Aidou pointed to the ivy-covered wall, D gave the boy an incredulous stare, but followed nonetheless. If Aidou expected him to climb this thing, he was going to be sorely mistaken. Physical activity was not something he participated in, unless absolutely necessary.

Aidou couldn't matching D's smirk, although it was far tighter than normal. "Likewise. But I think you'll find it's more difficult a task then you expect - what powers you may have once had are probably now gone, or at least close to it. I can't imagine physical capacities are any different." If the lightning brat had any more juice outside of this place, he could perhaps match a C class in that ability.

The subject of creatures attacking only threats came back to him. His smirk dropped. Mutated animals attacking him was wholly unnatural. "And I'm afraid to inform you that the creatures here don't discriminate. They will attack anyone held captive here, even you. It's part of the game; the rules you're used to don't apply."

It was impossible to overlook someone getting speared through the stomach, and Aidou looked back with one hand against the wall, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. The sight and sound of teeth rending flesh was not pleasant; there was so much hot blood pooling on the two... "Looks like that battle is about to end," he commented unnecessarily. Even if the two men could escape with the boy, nothing was going to save him sort of an extremely advanced healing process.

Aidou hadn't forgotten the "deal" he had made with Captain Jack.

He turned away from the faltering fight, and back to D, expression calm. He tugged a rope of ivy. "What's with that look? Come on, don't be shy. I promise not to look up your skirt, D."

D wasn't happy with this new bout of information. Certainly, he knew something was wrong with his powers, since the nurses adamantly refused to succumb to his wishes, but the animals? The animals had been his friends since the ancient days. There was no animal who didn't know him or his kind by sight. Well, he wasn't going to simply take Aidou's word for it at any rate...

D followed Aidou's gaze to the battle once again, though he didn't flinch in the least. It wasn't his place to interfere... Survival was simply a game where the losers perished. Nothing more.

There was a certain degree of surprise at Aidou's next comment, quickly shifting to annoyance. It took a good deal of will power not to hear Leon's voice in those words. Even more not to outwardly show the annoyance. "I don't believe they have skirts here, Aidou," D put an emphasis on the name both to get the boy's attention and to ensure he himself knew who he was speaking to. It was Aidou. Not Leon. "I'm not sure what you would be implying, but I'd rather refrain from climbing walls if there's another way around."

D had obviously been captured only recently; he'd learn the hard way if he tried any spectacular and inhuman stunts. Aidou had. Crippling pain was not something he wanted to become acquainted with again anytime soon, not even if pushing deep allowed him more access to what powers he had left.

Thanks, but no.

At his pointed insult regarding D's reluctance to climb, Aidou only grinned in response to D's snippy tone. "Forgive me for bringing up bad childhood memories, then. But my little sister is more active than you and she does wears skirts. What's the point in going all the way around? It's a waste. You can just go over; it's not like you should care whether these stupid uniforms get dirty." Not exactly the words of a typical noble. This time Aidou pointed his index finger to the wall, the ivy still caught in his fist. The voices and ominous thumping beyond were all too obvious this close. "Don't you want to know what that is? With those nails of yours, you could practically make your own handholds."

D merely sighed to Aidou's grin. Perhaps this was the price he would have to pay for dealing with a child. A vampire child--much more tolerable than human children--but still a child.

And yes, he was interested in what was making that sound, but the question remained if he was interested enough to scale a very high wall and forfeit whatever dignity he may have left. ~~Which, thanks to these outfits, was very little.~~ He really didn't mind going all the way around, but Aidou seemed so intent on taking the shortest route possible.

"I'd be more likely to break them, actually," D responded to the comment about his nails, glancing down at them. "I highly doubt I could pierce stone. Flesh, yes. Stone, no. So, why don't you play Tarzan and climb your wall, and you can just tell me what happens to be over there. I'll decide if I need to see it for myself."

D smiled back up at Aidou. He could be perfectly obstinate when he wanted to be...

"On behalf of all vampire kind, I'm perfectly justified in saying you are a poor companion," said Aidou, his face an image of his usual cherubic innocence. It difficult to tell whether he was serious, or mocking. "You'd better hope there are more kind people than us that would be willing to help you when you're backed into a corner by a giant mutant monster and refuse to climb to safety."

Now Aidou was definitely teasing; it didn't affect him much whether D lived or died, but Aidou expected the other to learn.

He didn't stick around to be the recipient of another sigh. Of course, he was used to jumping over objects twice the size of this, but he was wary of testing his body in a time like this. (In any case, no matter what handicaps had been placed on him, Aidou wasn't going to fall prey to the enemy and end up skewered on something's lance.) It wasn't so much of an awkward human-like scrabble, more that Aidou took one jump and got a hand on the lip; with it, he swung up into a light-footed crouch with a strength that belied his slight appearance.

There were people (he recognized three of the four) on the other side trying to do climb over themselves; they were too far away to notice him in their states. And wouldn't that just ruin a nice image by seeing him impassively watching and not helping in any form whatsoever. It was their own fault. They'd made the mistake of sending the smallest and physically weakest over first, slowing down the chances of getting the last two over in time before...

"Hey, D, you sure you don't want to - "

He'd been about to say, 'sure you don't want to see the view', but Aidou cut it off abruptly.

"I'm afraid not all vampire-kind would agree with you. I happen to know several vampires who take quite well to my company." D smirked, adding as an afterthought, "They, of course, aren't children."

D was used to the arrogant sort of ribbing that they would occasionally grace him with, though, so he wasn't all that offended by Aidou's remarks. It was in their nature to feel superior, since they were in most ways, and Aidou was certainly no different, especially considering his age.

However, D's smirk quickly slipped into a frown when Aidou paused. "What is it?" Now he was terribly curious...and a little worried. What could make someone like him hesitate in such a manner?

If he'd been paying attention to him, Aidou would have warned this Count D about the use of the word 'child' in correlation to him, but as he wasn't, there was no response.

In fact, if Aidou even heard D's final question, he didn't respond to it either. He just moved farther down the ledge, away from Larsa's group, and passing over D's head to the left. Lowering himself just a little, an instinct in reducing his size, Aidou watched it.

That had to be the pyramid headed thing people were babbling about. The stench was absolutely rank. Whether truly impervious to some weapons or not, the thing was certainly huge. Larger than Aidou could have thought possible; it was probably even taller than the wall he was standing on. And that metal pylon on its head. What the hell?

If not for the spear and the evidence of earlier destruction, Aidou considered going over anyway.

D noticed the intensity with which Aidou was peering over the wall, both curiosity and worry increasing. What could hold a vampire's attention in such a way that he was oblivious to everything else?

Finally, D's curiosity won out, much to the dismay of his dignity. If Aidou wasn't going to tell him what it was, he would just have to see for himself... Even if it meant scaling the vine-covered wall.

Grasping a hold of the ivy, D pulled himself up--step by step--to the top of the wall. He didn't stand or crouch like Aidou, but swung his legs over the edge of the wall, seating himself on the top of the structure. What he saw on the other side left him speechless...

That colossal body, the speed and sheer power, was something D had never seen before in his life. Nothing even came close to this remarkable thing, and D couldn't help but stare, despite the distinctly human feel that the creature had to it. Once again, human-but-not-human... How could there be so many oddities that he had never witnessed before?!...

"What is it?" D finally asked in a soft voice, tearing his gaze away to look over at Aidou. Perhaps the boy had been here longer and could tell him?

When the ivy started rustling with activity, Aidou realized D was actually deigning to climb, and had not stayed below or wandered off as Aidou expected. He shot the other a considering glance as D came over the lip. His silence must have piqued some curiosity.

"Why are you asking me?" Aidou questioned innocuously. "I'm just a child." Well, that answered the question of whether or not he'd heard. His mien returned to reflecting his actual feelings, however: reservation. His maturity was in question during times of peace, but when it came to things like this, he wasn't so eager to goof off. "Listen, D. This is my free advice: follow what gets written on the bulletin board. Sometimes, there is useful information given. Like this creature. Allegedly it wanders, attacking whomever it comes across, and is not known to take much damage in return."

Aidou glanced back to D, one eyebrow cocked slightly. "Other than that, I have no interest in something that has no right to exist. It looks like it just came straight out of a horror film."

It was in that moment, Aidou stilled, rolling his shoulders ever so slightly like a chill had gone down them. He didn't bother looking over his shoulder; somehow, he knew Indra was coming.

The sounds of feasting had stopped.

"I told you so," was all he said to D, assuming the other would catch on. "They'll attack anyone, no matter the cause."

Indra was coming.

Its steps were silent as it strode towards the two, its mask still closed and its face expressionless as it advanced. Step by heavy, quiet step; it moved with unstated purpose, with a direction and a haste that it had not shown until that point.

Perhaps, just perhaps, it was afraid that its newest meals would escape over the walls, just as the last one had. Or perhaps it was jealous that its competitor would get two more dainty morsels.

Regardless, Indra strode towards them with its lance out, and when came within range it struck with all the rage and anger of a thunder god. Vajra, the great three-pronged spear that its right arm formed, struck at the wall like a lightning bolt, the stone cracking from the sheer force of the blow. Whether it was planning to knock both men off of said wall, or whether it was planning on breaking through if they ran, was difficult to say. What was obvious was its focused attention on the two of them, looking up at the wall like a hound that had driven its prey up a tree; even without the mask bared, even without any eyes or any means of expression, the demon exuded an almost palpable feeling of ravenous hunger.

Once he was done observing the creature, D's initial expression towards Aidou was a dry one. Well, perhaps he had deserved that for so blatantly pointing out Aidou's youth. He wasn't all that old himself, truth be told. Aidou probably outnumbered him in actual years, considering how long lived his species was.

Not that it mattered so much. Aidou's next words gave D reason to pause. Bulletin board? If others spoke of these creatures there, freely offering information, then perhaps he would have to keep a tab on it. As for the creature below them, yes, D agreed whole-heartedly that it should not exist. It looked remotely human, but upon closer inspection, it felt...warped. It was clear what the odd sensation about the building was now. Nature itself had been warped here. And this did not please D at all.

There was no time to consider what to do about this, though, as Aidou's comment alerted D to the other creature's approach. A moment was all it took to brace for the impact of the lance, and given his seated position, it didn't throw him too much. 'Too much' meaning 'off the wall', at least. Still, after the initial shudder in the wall and spray of chipped stone, D quickly got to his feet and ran along its length towards the door they had entered from. He had no intention of remaining where he was. He also had no intention of fighting with this thing. He would defend himself if attacked, but nothing more. It wasn't in his nature to cause needless harm, especially since the creature only seemed to be searching for a meal. That didn't mean D was going to willingly give himself up either, though.

Pausing where the wall met the building, D glanced back to Aidou to make sure the boy was following. Leaving the other behind just wasn't an option to him, despite his own desire for survival.

Aidou took a different approach to Indra's initial strike; to avoid being hit with any debris, he jumped clear, hitting the grass in the midst of a tight roll. It was an instinct to seeing lightning-based abilities before. There was no advantage to being in a high area, even with ice that would not conduct electricity.

Now separated from D by having moved in the opposite direction, Aidou had nothing but open field to his back. The only issue was getting around the beast to at least escape from open ground by heading inside; it was either that, or breach the wall again and take his chances with the pylon head thing.

If escape was coming at all.

Rolling back on his feet, Aidou unconsciously shifted into a stance suited for battle. It was an automatic response to seeing the creature - maw dripping with gore - turn on him, seeking to feed further. It was instinctual to put down a challenger; one didn't enter lightly into a fight with a vampire. He didn't like being menaced.

That's not to say Aidou was unable to resist his base impulses like humans seemed to think.

He moved backwards, putting even more space between himself and D. Either it would go after the other male... or come after him. And what was behind him but the wall leading to the grounds outside of Landel's? It was a thought worth exploring. He could dodge the attacks the Indra threw at him, of that he had no doubt.

"Keeping going," Aidou said, referring to D, even while his eyes stayed on Indra. "There's no need for you to pause."

Unlike the attack that had allowed Luke and Masaru to escape its clutches, this time Indra was able to recover shortly after the attack that had split part of the wall and showered its body with dust. Only a jagged scar in the face of the stone, little more than that, but enough to warn the two of what, exactly, they were facing.

When the two scattered, Indra followed Aidou with its sightless gaze; it didn't turn, it didn't do more than track the vampire's movements with its head, and the face mask remained, for the moment, closed.

But that fact did not mean that Indra was any less menacing. Once more, the air would tingle with the precursor to lightning. Once more, the mighty lance of Vajra was raised to the heavens in a slow arc, electricity crackling across and around the demon's body. Once more, the air would stink of ozone as the air was ionized, charged with unholy power.

Then Indra pointed its weapon directly at... Count D. In the instant where that man paused, suddenly the three-fold prongs of Indra's weapon snapped into position, lightning shooting across the field and over the wall, aimed directly at the one who had run away. Was it because Indra wished to paralyze one meal while the other seemed content to remain? Was it simple bad luck which had made one man the target and the other ignored?

...or was there an ancient enmity there, a hunt carried out that was older than either of the incarnations currently involved?

No need? D saw much need, considering that he wasn't going to be leaving Aidou behind for any reason. It wasn't so much that he cared for Aidou--they had just met, after all--but the fact that they were both entirely inhuman. D had always been taught to respect those that were like himself, things humans might refer to as beasts or legends. And with that respect in play, he couldn't turn his back and run without ensuring Aidou would be alright as well.

Much to his surprise, Aidou wasn't the focus of the creature's wrath, despite having been shaken from the wall. Realizing the weapon was being pointed at himself instead, D dove from the wall, just quickly enough to avoid the lightning that arched over where he had been. He could feel the heat from the strange attack moments before hitting the ground, dropping to one knee to absorb the shock.

That was a dangerous weapon, but even more dangerous was the creature's apparent lack of logic when attacking. He had figured Aidou would be the more obvious target, but no. As if the creature had some vendetta against him. There was something perverse about this beast...

D stood, taking a step back. It felt human, but it was only a fleeting notion, like two substances combined into one with one overpowering the other. The dominating presence comforted D even less, though, which was an oddity in itself. Something worse than humans? It gave him a chill which he refused to visibly display.

D's gaze narrowed on the strange thing. This one violated nature by merely existing, judging by the strong sense of 'wrongness' that was wafting from it. Which made it difficult to simply turn his back on it and leave it to its own destructive devices.

That the fiend chose the one calling himself Count D over Aidou was at least confirmation of his non-human status. Had it only been attacking to attack, and had D been human, he would have been the preferred target as something easy to dispose of. But because it seemed to be after a repast... Aidou thought Indra must have been seeing something about D that he could not. Something that preceded Aidou himself.

He held his ground, balling his hands into fists absently. None of it explained just why the fool was not withdrawing. Aidou could deal with the situation alone, but he doubted - as he did with all creatures who were not one of his kind - that D would end up any better then the boy before him.

"What are you doing!? Do you really want to die?"

It was not helping that, despite a lack of thunder, the superheated air caused by discharge only hampered him further. Normally issues in temperature weren't a problem. But 'normally' was no longer a part of the deal.

For a moment, the two creatures stared at each other. D's gaze was met by that expressionless mask, both of them standing motionless and rigid.

But then Aidou spoke, and those words seemed to jolt Indra out of some reverie. Instantly the demon brought its left hand up, the discs on that hand and on both feet beginning to whirl, the edges glinting in the light as the bearer of Vajra began to stalk towards D, step by heavy step. Each time its feet touched the ground, the discs left deep gouges in the earth itself, trodding the grass and earth underfoot as though seeking dominance over all things, from the highest heavens to the entirety of the world.

And it yet hungered. Though D was its chosen target, Indra had not forgotten about Aidou, nor had it forgotten the vampire's arrogance. It would continue to feed until its ravenous hunger was fully satisfied.

While this being was not a part of his sworn revenge, D could not resist the strong urge to deliver retribution to it anyway. This thing that sought to dominate everything he held dear and protected.

Aidou's shout caused D's attention to shift to the vampire for a brief moment, breaking him away from his thoughts. There was reason in those words. Outside of this building, he might have been able to take this creature, or at least call upon some sort of aid. But here, he was virtually powerless. He was still agile and dangerous with his ~~claws~~ nails, but it would be no competition between the two of them...

This was a frustrating realization, but not one he could easily help. Once whatever was restraining his abilities was taken care of, he would come back and deal with this creature properly...

At the creature's advance, D continued to step back until he was a few feet from the door they had entered from, fully prepared to dart inside if any sudden movement occured. "Not really," D called back to Aidou. "Are you planning on coming or not? I'm not leaving you out here alone."

To avoid squabbling with monsters, there were only so many routes to take, and it seemed retreating back the way he'd come was the easiest. There was little chance of meeting his dinner face-to-face, but that didn't mean Aidou liked the idea. He'd just be going around in circles.

Aidou couldn't help rolling his eyes at D's proclamation. How self-sacrificing. "Thanks for the concern, but your presence is unnecessary. I'll follow at my own leisure."

What was D thinking? If he knew of vampires - any kind of vampire - then he shouldn't have felt the need to hover like a nursemaid. Not to mention the longer D hesitated, the more he let Indra block off Aidou's escape by letting it progress forward.

Picking up a piece of shattered stone that had come to rest in the grass, he hurled it, dead center, at the back of Indra's head. "Ugly bastard. Come this way, why don't you?"

Whatever propelled the demon into advancing towards D, its pace hadn't slowed down for a moment. It advanced like a conqueror, like a king going forth to slay and dominate and lay low all who would oppose it. Indra seemed either unaware, or uncaring, of the power that D possessed outside of the walls of the Institute.

But then a rock smacked into the back of the demon's helmet. And to, perhaps, the shock of everyone involved, Indra staggered. Only for a moment, and only until Vajra sunk into the earth to steady the demon, but Indra staggered to one knee.

When it arose, Indra was no longer paying attention to D. No longer was it acting upon that ancient anger. No, it turned to Aidou, and it raised its empty hand. Suddenly... the air would seem warmer for the vampire. More drowsy, more comfortable, more heavy. Wouldn't it be a good idea to take a brief rest? Just for a moment, and besides, wasn't the grass so luxurious and soft, perfect for resting on? No one would notice, and besides, it was perfectly safe...

Regardless, Indra began striding towards Aidou, the discs on its hand spinning even more rapidly than before. D was forgotten once more; now Indra was solely focused on the one who had dared attempt such a disgraceful, cowardly attack.

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