The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

Intoxicating

As I stepped out of the room with Marcel, the weight of the situation pressed down on me.

The adrenaline from healing Donte still thrummed in my veins, but I knew I couldn't let my guard down just yet.

Marcel's voice was calm but urgent as he began instructing me on what needed to be done next.

His experience in these situations was invaluable, and | listened carefully, nodding in agreement.

"Cast a barrier around the hideout," Marcel said. "Make sure it's strong something they can't break through easily."

I took a deep breath, feeling the magic within me surge as I prepared to cast the spell.

The barrier would need to be powerful, not just to keep our enemies out but to protect Donte as he recovered.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the hideout's perimeter, envisioning the protective shield I wanted to create.

The magic responded to my will, and I felt it ripple out from me, encircling the hideout like an invisible fortress.

I could sense the strength of the barrier, the way it intertwined with the natural energies around us, making it nearly impenetrable.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the faint shimmer of the barrier flicker for a moment before it became invisible.

I looked over at Marcel, who was watching me with a mix of concern and approval.

I nodded to him, gesturing that the barrier was up and secure.

"Good," he said, his tone still serious but with a hint of relief. "That should buy us some time."

I closed my eyes again, but this time, it wasn't to cast a protective spell. I focused on the ballroom, sensing the energy of the fight still raging on.

The sounds of battle, the metallic scent of blood, and the raw emotion in the air-it all hit me at once as I connected to the scene.

Without another word, I cast myself back to the ballroom, the world shifting around me until I was standing amidst the chaos once more.

The fight was far from over, the enemies relentless as they clashed with our allies.

I could feel my vampiric instincts kick in, my senses sharpening, the hunger for battle and blood rising within me.

I didn't hesitate. In the blink of an eye, I sped towards the nearest enemy, my fangs bared as I attacked with ruthless precision.

The first man barely had time to react before I was upon him, sinking my fangs into his neck and draining his life in seconds.

His body went limp in my arms, and I let it drop to the ground as I moved on to the next target.

The world around me blurred as | moved with vampiric speed, each enemy falling before they could even register my presence.

The taste of blood filled my mouth, the rush of power intoxicating as I fed on the fear and life force of those who dared to oppose us.

They were nothing more than prey, weak, and helpless against the force of my nature.

I could sense the fear growing among the remaining enemies as they realized what was happening.

They tried to regroup to defend themselves, but it was useless.

I was relentless, a force of nature they couldn't hope to stop. One by one, they fell, their lives extinguished as quickly as they had begun.

Finally, I held the last man in my grip, my fangs deep in his neck as his life drained away.

His body went cold in my arms, and I let him fall to the floor with the others.

My eyes flicked around the room, scanning for any remaining threats, but there
were none.

The battle was over, the ballroom eerily quiet in the aftermath of the slaughter.

I licked the blood from my lips, my breathing heavy as I stood amidst the carnage.

The hunger inside me was sated, but the weight of what I had done hung in the air.

I had been ruthless, efficient, and deadly-and I had done it all to protect those I cared about.

I straightened up, letting the last traces of vampiric instinct fade away asl regained control of myself.

There would be time later to reflect on what had happened, to deal with the consequences of the bloodshed.

For now, all that mattered was that the threat had been neutralized.

With a final glance around the room, I turned and headed back towards the hideout, knowing that Donte and Marcel would need to be informed of what had transpired.

The fight was over, but the war was far from won.