Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

"Not too shady, eh?" Zaroth asked as he flashed a smile at Midnight.

She nodded silently.

He had managed to get her to agree to take a short stroll through the park after the tournament's fight, so both of them were currently enjoying the clean air

"Hey, if you are free, we can -"

"Actually I am busy today so I can't, sorry," Midnight cut him off before he could even finish the sentence.

He raised an eyebrow, "Is it because you are wondering if you should see me?"

Her face got a bit red, "I mean, when I am with you I'm not sure how to feel."

Zaroth sighed as he glanced at the sky, "It's okay, I get it. I am not a demon, so I can only imagine what perception you have of humans, since your childhood."

She laughed weakly, "Well, let's say we haven't been taught to see humans in a positive light…"

Zaroth took a deep breath before speaking, "But there is something I want to know. Why are you here? Why aren't you in one of the continents that is ruled by the demons?"

Midnight glanced at the sky. "Let's just say that I'm not needed anywhere. I'm here until I accomplish what I have set out to do, and then I will most likely leave."

The next second, she was startled as she felt Zaroth's hand gently gripping hers. She pushed past the embarrassment as she asked, "What are you doing?"

"Don't speak like that," he answered her firmly, "You are needed here, I need you."

She scoffed, "What? We sleep once and you suddenly can't live without me or something?"

"No, but I have slept with you because I find you attractive, because I like your company. This just means that I need you. Just like I would prefer if my friends stay in my life, I would prefer if you stay here too."

She was left speechless as she slowly pulled her hand away.

"I-I see, I want a little time to sort out my thoughts."

He gave her a smile, "Sure, as long as you need to."

They parted ways as Zaroth headed to his apartment.

'I have to be honest, I'm surprised,' Luna's voice echoed in his head.

He raised an eyebrow, 'What is it?'

'Honestly? You seemed like the type of man that if you managed to sleep with a woman, you would lose all interest towards her. So I'm surprised that you still care so much about Midnight.'

Zaroth scoffed, 'There are a lot of reasons. First, she is a demon—a vampire—and it wouldn't hurt to have a demon close to me, but this is just the second reason. The biggest reason is that I just genuinely like her, maybe because she is dangerous? I don't know, I just know that I desire for her to be close to me.'

Luna scoffed, 'Do you feel the same way towards Elysia? What about the queen? What about me?'

Was she jealous, or was she testing him for something?

Zaroth shifted his gaze to the sky, 'All of these individuals are unique, and I like them for their unique aspects. They cannot be compared. Just know that I desire all, so I will simply take it all.'

'That is a good mindset,' Luna responded, which caught Zaroth by surprise.

'Is it? Wouldn't some people call it selfish?'

'Zaroth, this is selfish, probably the selfish thing a human can want. I mean seriously? So many women?' Her voice seemed to carry a hint of amusement.

'But that is when it comes to the ordinary people, you are far from ordinary. You… We will kill the gods, and only an extremely selfish individual who isn't thinking about anything else but himself would have a hope of achieving that.'

"I guess if you look at it that way, it can be considered a good mindset," he muttered as a smile found its way onto his face. Stay tuned with My Virtual Library Empire

Zaroth felt grateful to Luna. While it seemed that a lot of the times she would tease him for her own amusement… which certainly was often. When he found himself in doubt, she was always the first one to show support. Saying exactly what she needed to boost his mood.

'I really am lucky… I have to thank Luna, somehow… something that she would enjoy…' he thought.

'Luna is there something you want?'

'Yes, become stronger, so in turn, I can become stronger,' she answered without hesitation.

He smirked, "So it all comes down to strength, huh?"

Once he went back to his apartment, he was going to train again.

*****

Looking at the dozen bodies on the ground, Midnight felt so many emotions, sadness, guilt, regret.

Each one of these vampires had once been her friend, vampires that she would spend time with, chat with.

Pain, rage, vengeance.

And yet it was taken by her? By these humans?

She felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking back, she saw her grandmother.

Despite being hundreds of years old, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Even though Midnight was only 8 years old at the time, she was instantly able to tell that her grandmother was a beauty… a beauty that possessed immense strength, she had Ancient Blood, after all.

"Why did they do that? Why did they attack us?" Midnight asked, unable to contain her tears.

"Because we are demons," her grandmother spoke as she used her hand to brush off Midnight's tears from her face.

Then she extended her finger to a man that had been tied up and was unable to move as he watched the two vampires in horror.

"And because they are humans," her voice became colder, more menacing—emotionless.

"So just because we are different, they attacked us? They killed so many of us?"

Her grandmother closed her eyes as she placed her hand on Midnight's head.

"Dear… the truth is, at least about us vampires, is that we are not that different from the humans… in fact, there is only one difference between us two, and yet that difference was enough to attack us."

"What is it? That difference?"

Her grandmother looked at the sky, "I can't tell you yet… but honestly, it's negligible at best… and yet that difference was enough to make the humans so hostile towards us."

Midnight's grandmother placed both of her hands on Midnight's cheeks as she rotated her head towards the tied-up man.

It was clear that he wanted to scream but couldn't, as there was a dirty cloth in his mouth, making it impossible to scream.

"They attack us, and they will not stop. Can you repeat what is the number one rule I have taught you?"

"Never trust anybody, especially humans."

The old woman smiled, "Because?"

"Because they will use every opportunity to take advantage of you," Midnight answered.

Her grandmother clapped proudly, "That is right!"

She took a step forward toward the man, who was trembling in fear.

She pointed at him as she spoke, "We can release him… but can we trust that he will not attack again?"

The man tried to nod his head as if showing that he will never ever come back.

"And when you think about…" the old woman pointed at the dozen bodies on the ground, all of whom Midnight once knew, "should we let this man walk free?"

Midnight clenched her fist, "No… he has to pay."

"Then do it, make him pay," the grandmother took a step back as Midnight approached the man.

Without hesitation, she buried her fangs in his neck as she began to drink his blood.

Unlike the normal vampires, she was still small, so it would take her significantly longer to drink the man's blood.

All the man could do now was wait, feeling his blood slowly and painfully leave his body.

Three hours later, the man was dead, as he had become whiter than a ghost.

Midnight felt being lifted up, it was her grandmother.

"Good work, Midnight! That is the way! That is the way for us vampires!"

…

Slowly sitting up on her bed, Midnight placed a hand on her face as she realized she had begun to tear up.

"Fuck... I hate dreaming about the past."

She curled into a ball as she whimpered weakly.

"Grandma… I miss you... what should I do?"

But alas, she was alone, so all she could do was silently cry, in her dark room, as her tears soaked into the sheets.