A figure through the smoke coming from the hills would make it’s way down a dirt path. He didn’t necessarily move quickly, and he didn’t seem to radiate anything special until one really gandered at him. The shade that slowly drew into the scene could be made out in armor, a demon hanma strapped to his shoulder which could be placed at his face. He had a spiked mid-length hairstyle, buzzed on the sides and pink in toner, black ink was running across his face in an ancient tribal fashion.
Sharp canines and red eyes set him apart from your regular human, as well as the extra arms that dangled hidden beneath a cloak thrown over his body. His fingernails were black like onyx, matte like charcoal. Three individual daggers hidden across his body, able to be drawn at rapid pace.
Erebus was a Master, refined with his weapons to a point he didn’t use magic, at least not realistically. He much preferred to carve his enemies apart with his inhuman physicality. Recently Erebus had defended his guild, likely attracting attention he other-wisely avoided, but nothing could be done when his infamy has spread so far and wide— yet he was drawn out again without quite understanding himself.
Tracing out to the west region, Erebus had been thinking on a lot. Most of which he wouldn’t admit too. It was only a week ago, he was in Oak watching an individual who peaked his interests, met right around here. Peculiar as it was, Erebus was seemingly lured in by an otherworldly whisper of her voice. It called him to her when she thought about him, he wondered if that’s because she had drank from him, or because they had shared more than that upon their chanced encounter.
That Witch of a Dracula, he thought to himself...
And yet, staring at the sky tonight, he stops under the moonlight unassuming and without knowing who was right there. Tilting his head to the side, it was only then he was seeing her again. Not in his thoughts, or even if he was, he speaks out to the girl.
This was the mystical effects of a vampire— here he was, pulled from the trenches of his Underworld. Back into the vision of that same woman who enchanted him in the castle, he couldn’t help but get excited— Erebus didn’t show that emotion, despite actually feeling it...
Of course... he had been stalking her, not purposely. The question of whether that was truly his fault was up for debate. When his crimson eyes met hers, his face grinned down at her sitting alone, revealing the smugness of his visitation. “Well what do you know?” He started up. His tone was like that of an old friend, or perhaps an old enemy. “It’s good to see you again Valeria, are you enjoying the countryside?” His voice was invasive, mysterious. One truly couldn’t read Erebus, he was a freelance assassin. Yet she knew him better than most, explored him better than most.
He knew he hadn’t made his way here on purpose. She was on his thoughts, and just like the succubus she was. The Vampyrss appears before him, or he before her... It mattered not to him why he came before her, however it must have meant she was thinking of him too. “Not sure if you’ll find any of your kind in this area, they are more prominent in Dahlia.” Small talk. He thought, would ensure she stuck around. She intrigued his mind, perversed his ambitions. It was no doubt he felt some sort of magnetism.
Erebus walked closer and sat down beside her, leaning back and retrieving something to smoke from his pocket, he unwinded without welcome. Unafraid to get close to her, which he was sure might cause her to react at him. Though he cared not, he wasn’t here to please her. He was merely in the area to chat, at least... That was the best way to polish the truth. Erebus imprinted on the Vampire, now connected to her until she was done with him.
Escaping that fate was impossible, he was beginning to realize Valeria was going to take up his headspace, and be a character that wasn’t immediately a stranger a week later. He couldn’t deny that he liked that though. Not after that night in Castle Phantasm... She was burned into his memory; and wouldn’t easily be shaken from it.
Not until he left her wonder, it was unknown whether Valeria knew she had this power, but if she did. It kind of pissed the man off. He could sense it, and it irked him. However, that was not the way his mind was working, no— his new nature through the pact caused him to hold onto things. To keep them conquered in his mind and spirit.
Damn her for that.
The way she drank him. He loved it just a little too much...