Rey De-Heavens

Chapter 8: Maryam's Conversation

Right off the bat, both Heroclades and Rey turned their faces in the same direction. From the opposite side of the plains, Maryam and Wulfgang approached calmly.

Maryam walked gracefully. On her shoulder she carried a parasol; she wore a full-length, close-fitting dress, which revealed her thighs to her hips on the sides, plus a wide hat. Just by looking at the new clothes, Rey could tell that she was capable of using her legs as weapons. From the garments she wore, the vampire knew how to deliver each and every one of the countless kicks that existed in the world of combat. Although kicks were slower in melee confrontations, these could be much stronger than punches.

Wulfgang, on the other hand, was also dressed smartly, in suit, tie, shirt and a hat, as one who had no intention of running nor cared that his movements were restricted. Rey could perceive that his father behaved like a shield, the strongest of all.

As soon as the pair got close enough, they exchanged words with Heroclades. Maryam as the mother she was, disposed her free hand to wipe the dust and blood that covered the face of her battered son. She looked pleased with what she saw, as one who rewards the suffering of others, but, for a moment, her smile broke. The vampire quickly disguised the gestures on her face.

Rey noticed such a change, as if his mother could not use her powers despite having tried. But he wasn't too worried either, as it was early in the morning.

On the other side, the lycanthrope gave his master a firm handshake. A handshake that was preceded by a warm embrace and some laughter typical of two great friends meeting. As soon as they parted, the wolf looked up and down the little one's battered body. His eyes did not unleash murderous instincts and his aura was not threatening at all, although he still had a haughty and arrogant look.

"Hello... son, I see you're still alive."

Rey nodded respectfully, more to annoy his father than to keep his distance, for he knew the wolf was wary of people who want to keep their distance politely.

Maryam, with finesse in her actions, decided to devote herself to pointing out the Heroclades' mistakes, more as if it were a hobby:

"How about Hero? I think your training was a bit rough, don't you?"

Before Heroclades could give a proper response to the smirking vampire, Wulfgang said as one who gave less importance to the matter:

"Don't worry about that, my beloved. No child of mine is so little as not to go forward with a broken bone or two" And returning his gaze to the tan-skinned master, he added, "Hero, we need to talk."

Maryam realized something. Rey had manipulated her father's response, all so she wouldn't feel the pressure of having to use her powers. Even more, he was watching her as if to deduce her reaction. "Extraordinary," the vampire thought.

Heroclades, delighted that he didn't have to answer the vampire with another uncomfortably obvious question, decided to turn his attention to his first disciple:

"Of course! Come with me. This way, by the way, you can see the camp I made, I hope my girls are ready for another round."

Rey watched them leave. He also saw how his mother lowered the strange artifact that covered him from the light, as soon as he entered under the shadow of the tree. The vampire took two steps and turned quickly to slowly take a seat on the grass and lean back against the trunk. When his mother's dress lifted with the turn she took, he was transfixed with memories that came to his mind. Seeing the skin between his mother's legs exposed brought back thoughts of Silvia's vagina, which he couldn't help but compare. "Maybe once the belly opens it never fully closes again?" he wondered.