Army of the Damned

VOLUME 16 Chapter 1

 As they arrived back at the Thydis Compound from the long and arduous meeting that rested the position of the Elves, Jackson didn't waste time returning to his room. Bowing and thanking the Admiral, he stretched his arms and left with Bahamut in tow as she carried two potions in her small Dragon form. "Master, should I put it here?" Ignoring her, he plops down on the bed and sleeps but in the midst of the night, as he humbly took a much needed rest but the Dragon was then left to herself as she turns into her Human form, opening the bottles.

The first one, labeled with "Endurance Potion" has a green color to its liquid and upon smelling it, she gave it a quick blessing as she moved to the next one. A potion of divine resistance. With a small lettering under the scotch tape used to label it. "Removes all previously used buffs.". The smell made her eyes open wide and she nodded. Closing it, her ears twitch, making her transform back into her Dragon self as a carriage pulled by eight horses barrels down the street outside and into the front of the Mansion.

Quickly, the servants went to the front door with the Admiral himself still in his pajamas while his wife and children walked to their front yard with much confusion. But then, the Elf remembers the sight he saw after the conference and intimate whisper she gave to Jackson. This prompted the man to just greet the Duchess as she exited the carriage. Now in a more casual frilly black gown.

"Ah, Lady Voltaire. May interest you in some wine first? I also know of a good herb for a good event at night."

"I thank you for the offer, Admiral Trenthaus. But I doubt the concoction that works for Elves works for us Vampires. Now, if you may, please excuse my intrusion." Lady San-gath immediately brushed up to the Duchess, holding her arm as she smiled. "Oh please. Stay as long as you'd like. The Trenthaus family always welcomes everyone. I've also heard the Vampire Kingdom is interested in fine Eastern Galiantar griffin feathers since you've gotten many new citizens."

As she led the Vampire inside, the Father and the two kids just tailed behind them. "I believe so, yes. But I believe Baroness Blanche has a more keen knowledge on this sector and its not griffin feathers but those large Cornelion ones. Should I write down her address?" Miss Trenthaus immediately brushed as the silvery haired creature of the night looked around their main lobby. "My... I'd love it if you could. I've also recently secured a shipment of the finest Cornelian feathers from the most Western section of the Empire."

The Knights following her all kept to themselves. Merely greeting the Father of the house as they kept a good distance from the Duchess and watched the perimeter with an intense gaze through the slits of their helmets. But the moment she opened her hand, one of them quickly came. With a small frame, his green eyes shone through the slits of his helmet as he gave her some paper and quill. "Thank you, Sir Balthazar."

Watching her closely from the skylight were two bats, one that's entirely crimson and another that's a black vampire bat. Their heads followed the Duchess as she gleefully walked through the main lobby. The Moon and its satellite give her dark gown a ghostly blue hue to it. Revealing the starry design it has underneath all of the black shade of her ensemble.

With magic, she made the quill write down the address without having the need to place it on a flat surface and then the paper proceeded to float towards the wife of the family as the quill burned out into nothing. "Now, may I ask for the Hero of the day?"

Being a Vampire, Jackson didn't even bother to remove his uniform as Miss Trenthaus opened the door and the Duchess cutely giggled at the sight of the completely tired Vampire dozing off in his bed. Bahamut on the other hand wasn't so impressed by the silver beauty, waking up and sitting atop her Master's chest as if it was her own porch. "So, wanna fight here or outside?" The General immediately grabbed the Dragon by the top of her neck and shrugged. "Bahamut... you know what Alana said... let's not do anything rash now, don't we?"