A Mythical Powerhouse

Demon God Powers

There was a fight between a monstrous beast and a vampire. The beast was radiating energy in the form of fear. The beast jumped on Andrew and bit him. The wound didn't heal like they usually do. This beast must be a werewolf. A destroyer of vampires. The werewolf suddenly stopped fighting. "You have consumed my blood," Andrew said. "Now you are under my control." Andrew tossed the beast a stake made of silver. The werewolf proceeded to stab itself in the heart. The werewolf collapsed and reverted to its human form. It was a young girl. Andrew picked up the body and began to feed on her. She moaned as her life faded away. The loss in power caused her body to burst into ashes. Andrew turned and walked away. Andrew pulled out a bag and poured some kind of mineral on his wound. The wound quickly healed.  Suddenly a figure in a black hoodie jumped on Andrew and tried to stab him. "Stop," Andrew said. "This is not a joke." The figure stopped. Andrew pulled the figures hood off. It was a girl. She had long brunette hair. She had a smile on her pretty face. She was kind of pale, but in a good way. "You're lucky you're cute," Andrew Said. "If anyone else jumped me, they'd be dead."

"You shouldn't pull my hood off like that," Mary said, "I could have burst into flames and died."

"That was one time and how could you burst into flames it's the middle of the night," Andrew said. "That little stunt never would have worked. I turned you. You have my blood in your system."

"Don't remind me," Mary said angrily.

"Where were you a minute ago," Andrew said. "That bitch wolf bit me."

"I guess we are even then," Mary said. "What was that stuff you poured on your wound?"

"Moon salt," Andrew said. "Let's get out of here." Andrew and Mary left together.

After consuming a vessel of the power of the old demon gods, Andrew's powers were greatly increased and so were his vampire slave's. Andrew now has several abilities, but he is still finding new ones.