The Return | Cricky [C]

Chapter V: Glass Coffin

As much as I appreciated the ogres' hospitality, fuck it was nice to sleep in a bed that wasn't hay thrown on the ground. I do have to wonder how they're fairing now that I'm gone. Their town was so small and hidden under the forest canopy that I can't even see it from here. I understand now why Ricky sends Kuza down there to keep an eye on things.

According to the ogres, the creatures of this castle have never given them trouble. I have to wonder why. Is it out of respect for a fellow monster, or does Ricky simply not give a fuck about them? He doesn't show humans the same respect. That's another thing—There's humans in this world that were born here. Do they realize there's another world? The humans of my world certainly didn't, save a few lunatic fringe stowed away in their basements with tin foil hats on.

The windows of my room could see out for miles, and I couldn't begin to spot something that looked like civilization. Wherever this city that Kuza was sent to must be, it's got to be miles from here. With his ability to teleport, I doubt it's much of an issue.

There was a knock at my door. Upon opening it, I was met with an unfamiliar face. He wasn't like the other two. His hair was short, and he had that "I'm already over your shit" look in his eyes. Ryan, I could only assume.

"He wants to see you." He said, followed by a woman's scream down the hall. Ryan merely sighed.

"Not a fan of murder, I take it?" I asked.

"I don't really care." He replied, monotone, "I just don't like the noise."

"At least it makes it easy to find him. Thank you."

He began walking away, muttering, "Yup."

This is the guy I have to rely on to try to help me get home? I'm fucked. I'm going to die here. Oh, right, I can't fucking just die, because I'm an undead child of the night. That's even worse. I'm locked up in this castle and I'll remain here for the rest of my life, never seeing my hometown or my followers ever again. Don't tell me not to be over dramatic. I'm being realistic.

I followed the horrified cries back to a room different from the one I'd visited yesterday. As I raised my hand to the door, it flew open. I was more shocked by the room than the scene. I'd seen many dying humans in my day.

The room had a red glow to it, almost like a BDSM dungeon. On top of a plush rug sat a table that doubled as a glass coffin. The screaming woman was locked inside. Behind it, Ricky reclined on a scarlet chase lounge, laughing at her misfortune. Kuza was sat on the floor in front of him, his back resting against the side of the couch, and a look on his face as if he was a puppy that got spanked.

I cringed at the screaming. "I don't mean to be rude, but... Vampires have very sensitive ears."

Ricky gestured his wrist slightly, and like that, there wasn't a peep out of her. She continued to open her mouth as if she was screaming, but not a sound came out. That in turn caused her to panic even more.

"I didn't know. I'm sorry." He said.

"Don't worry about it, and thank you."

Ricky sat forward, placing his hand along the table's glass top. He tapped his fingers slowly, addressing me, "Us demon lords, we love the taste of fear. Are you vampires the same way?"

"Some are," I answered, "But not me. I always preferred the taste of arousal."

"Hm, I wish I could help you there, but I can't let you leave this place and I doubt you'll be able to seduce any of the little toys Kuza brings back for you. I hope she'll suffice for now. I trust you have enough control to stop before she's dead?"

"Of course." Being a Master is all about power and control. I wouldn't tell him that, though. He seems to dislike me bringing up my standings on Earth. To him, I'm nothing more than a pawn, but a pawn he treats surprisingly well. Granted, it has only been twenty-four hours.

I was granted permission to feed. He clearly doesn't fear my strength in the slightest. I can't say he's wrong in his behavior. I certainly don't have the power to disable someone's vocal box or summon black fire and shadow voids. I'm curious to know what the other demon lords are like. It's been alluded to that they is more. Is he of the stronger? Or the weaker? Fuck, I hope stronger. I don't want to begin to imagine there's something superior to him out there.

He chose to watch me as I drained that girl's blood. Though I boasted about my control, there was a brief moment I worried I wouldn't be true to my claims. My body had been starved of sustenance. While there are some vampires out there who can live off of animals, I'd relied on humans far too long to do so. The beautiful liquid coursing through her pretty little body was intoxicating.

As I felt her pulse slowing against my gums, I reluctantly removed my fangs from her wrist. How divine she was. I see my new keeper has a taste for the finer things in life. He could've easily picked up an ugly, forgettable girl as to not draw attention to himself. Instead, he opted for a classic beauty with soft skin and curled black hair.

I rested her fleeting body against the table. Ricky sat forward, grasping a fist full of her hair and yanking her head back. He leaned over her, looking into her face. I then saw a smoke rise from her eye, nostrils, and mouth. It flowed over his lips and down his throat, the color of her skin fading quickly.

"The ones with daddy issues always taste so bitter." He griped as he dropped her head carelessly. Ricky glanced back at Kuza, "You know I don't care for bitter."

"I'm sorry, Master. I wanted to pick something our guest would enjoy." Kuza responded.

He groaned, "Fine, but I don't see how that matters. As far as I'm aware, there isn't different flavors of blood. Not like souls, right?" He looked to me.

"It can vary spending on the person's lifestyle, but overall it's generally the same taste. We tend to gravitate towards attractive people because blood is an aphrodisiac for us." I explained.

"Two birds, one stone." Ricky grinned, "You're speaking my language. I usually don't feed like this, but it's been quite awhile since there was a war. There isn't just a battlefield of a thousand men waiting on me to come suck up their souls." He reached his hand out to Kuza, petting over his hair. "You're excused for the night."

That was all he needed to say. No explanation, and Kuza didn't fuss for one. He brought himself to his feet and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Ricky looked up at me, that evil little grin still on his lips. "So, an aphrodisiac, huh?"

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