Palkus and Azeroth could have moved houses after taking down the countess but they didn't.
Palkus burned her body by throwing to the sun and, with coldness unseen before, returned to slumber.
Only after sleeping for another 2 weeks was he back to normal.
Unfortunately, their actions this time would definitely not go unnoticed.
Maybe the countess wouldn't have cared if they didn't come to her or if she was satisfied with the info she could have gotten from her butler, but killing a countess was a serious crime that all vampire nobility would go to the end of the world to take revenge on.
Countless meetings were held all over the continent, some about how and when they should attack the duo, some about informing the primogenitor, and some about actually allying with the duo to take down other vampires in exchange for protection against other nobility.
Scheming never ended for vampires, even in this era of Portalia ruled by Draco.
It was true that Palkus was back to normal, but it would be a lie to say that he got over it, he had just forgotten.
There was a reason he was spending most of his time sleeping, and it was because he missed his dear ones, and the bastard that was Azeroth was also splurging and indulging to pass time, yet the vampires were coming in droves to take them down.
It was no longer time to indulge.
After 9 months of being on the vampire continent and doing nothing but playing and sleeping, it was time to finish things off.
Palkus would have preferred to take things slow, but Azeroth, who was watching from the sidelines at the moment, knew that the young man had enough.
If a vampire so much as dared to appear within the courtyard of their estate, all hell would break loose and Alucard Dracula would count his seconds.
It was a weird phase this duo was going through. While one was indulging to forget his past, one was indulging to pass time.
Nobody was living the present; their emotions were in shumbles and held down by layers of wine, beauties, and beds.
One was a kid who had yet to experience the joys, wonders, and sadnesses of life, the other was a fallen angel who had experienced it all.
They both served one role and, in a strange twist of things, found companionship, friendship, and brotherhood in one another.
"Listen here, peasant. You either hand over the countess or-"
"You have 3 seconds. Return where you came from or burn to death." Before the cunt could even finish his words, Azeroth's chilling voice was heard.
"Heh, who do you th-"
"3"
"Listen here, you little-" the cunt got angry and started shouting, but Azeroth couldn't care less.
"2"
"My lord, I think we should go back." One of the commanders of the army spoke to his lord.
It was obvious that Azeroth wasn't joking and for a man to act so confident in front of such an army either meant he was capable or he was seeking death.
And the first case... was more likely from the flames on the man's hand.
"DON'T FUCKING PLAY WITH ME!"
"1"
*Fwshhh*
Time was over, there was no more room for retreat.
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"Oh man... I wanted to be kind." Azeroth shook his head. His vision that was overlooking the army of many watched as the faces contorted from worry to anxiety, then to fear and lastly to utter chaos.
"RUUUUUUUUUUN!"
"May you be among the ones in heaven."
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