The Worldbreaker's Symphony (Up For Adoption)

Vampires past

West
Two thousand Years ago
Narrators POV

A man that has short spiky white hair, wearing a pair of glasses. He has fangs protuding from his mouth, and his eyes are crimson red alongside his sharp nails. He has ears that are longer then the average human but shorter then an elves.

Wearing a sort of lab coat, and holding an syringe in his hand. He is in what appears to be a testing area, a bright white room with seemingly no exit.

Infront of him was an old man, the progenitor of the Vampire race...

A prototype made from his own bodily constitution, one who he deemed a Masterpiece in the past... But was no more then a failure now.

Gunther Strauss.

How pathetic, you've been reduced to this...

To him this being was nothing more then a failed Test Subject he could use at any time.

He served zero purpose aside from being a Test Subject, who could be discarded at any moment.

HOLD UP!

The doors to his lab were shut open, by who was considered his Masterpiece.

The only subject he found worthy of his time, the only subject he considered a Masterpiece.

The rest were failures, complete and utterly useless failures.

His previous twelve disciples were no match for this final thirteenth individual, no matter how much they tried.

A shame that she didn't agree with his way of thinking.

What is it, Luminous?

Twilight asked Luminous boringly, not caring about the danger she emitted.

He was completely unfazed by the sheer killing intent she radiated towards him, her glare meant absolutely nothing to him.

What the hell do you think you're doing?!

It's a real shame and pity, that she doesn't agree with him. Twilight thought with a sigh, why must his children be so rebellious?

He sent a cold and icy stare at her.

Research, what else?

What else would he do nowadays?

Veldanava had abandoned him a long time ago, the fact Veldanava didn't return after his supposed Death only proved that.

Veldanava was dissapointed in him, that was the only thing Twilight thought.

You call experimenting on your own kind research!?

A shame, really.

Twilight looked at her boringly, asking her through his mere gaze.