Paradox of Love

Coexistences of the feelings

The war won't stop me from loving you, not my people, not even my blood.

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The moon shined through the nights. Its a full moon and many of the night creatures bathed onto the moonlight. One specific living creature or should we called them dead? Since they lived for too long that even death seems unexist yet feels close. 

Vampire(s). The living yet dead creatures that ruled the world when the night comes especially when the moon give its blessing at the fullest, are having a banquet in their nest's garden. A big garden with lots of roses, a mysterious tune filled the air, the clacking glasses sounded like swords clashed. The dark red liquid looking like a red wine are blending with the air and no normal red wine smells this sweet. All are for celebrating their "claimed" victory which is quite a dramatic since they didn't even defeated the enemies. They do give the enemies lots of pressure that the enemies had to retreat for the time being. But they didn't reached their goal. And it is to extinct them.

"Its a beautiful night, isn't it?"

The two man from the same kin, meet each other under the moon ray. The two closes the gap between them to continue their conversation. Looking into each other eyes with such an intimidation gaze and lustful.

"Its a pity our lord master can't attend the banquet."

"Oh Bloody Sword, You know how our master didn't  like crowded places."

The Bloody sword chuckles. He twirls his hair as he spoke again.

"Well, I know he closes him self a lot in his study room. But don't you think he should at least attend our celebration party? And its to praises our lord master great leadership since he brought us to this victory. Should I invited him myself?"

"If you want to, go a head. Though I don't think he'd accept. Moreover its you."

The man's claws swayed and make the wind around it sounded like a lightning striked. Everyone around them looking confused and asking out of curiosity, but the man just muttered sorry and told them to continue enjoying the party.

"Rude. Its not like he'd absolutely accepted if you, Count's banquet, invited him."

"Who knows? I'm his favorite you know."

Count's Banquet looked amused by Bloody sword's antics. He still the same little vampire he use to babysit from like 70-80 years ago. Puffing his cheeks everytime he felt upset about something.

"Well, but you are MY favorite. Mine. So better not go touchy feely with others!"

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"Then, I'll leave you alone my excellency"

"Thank you, Misfit. Give Wanderer and Reservist the details I explained to you before, and please get on it as soon as possible."

Misfit nodded and take all his belongings and whipped his lasso and disappear through the wind. The door closed, The man with red cloak and red hat with golden ornaments sit by the chair next to the open window. The transparent garments flutters away by the soft wind blows. The moonlight peaked its way to the room. The sound of his people chattering in the garden reached his ears. He smiled and opened the book in his hands. Enjoying moonbathing while reading his favorite book, a vampire who love his solitude. But he admits, he did feeling lonely for some reason.

Couple pages flipped by the time he heard his companion -The hell hound- barks into him. It telling him someone intrudes his space. The man looking at the hell hound and smiles softly.

"Its okay wick, He isn't a threat."

The hell hound then barks once again and disappear into thin air. The man closes his book and look at the shadow in the window.