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[Villian] Chapter 41: A Pleasurable Morning
🕑 Added 2025-04-10 02:29:26 +0000 UTCFay opened her tired eyes and took in Damien’s sleeping and peaceful face. His short white hair was carelessly covering his face as he breathed in and out at a steady rhythm. Fay smiled at the sight; although she liked seeing Damien in his bloodthirsty state, his innocent and vulnerable side was also refreshing.
Her heart started beating faster as she leaned in to kiss him good morning but pulled back before she got too close. She knew that was a quick way to ruin everything she had been working for. Initially, she feared Damien. She gave into his daily feeding sessions while silently planning her escape.
While he slept during the day she would sneak into the university library to research vampires. However, the more she researched, the more confused she became. Why was Damien so different? He had never once laid his hands upon her, only ever waking up to feed and then going back to sleep. So long as she fulfilled that duty, she suspected she would die of old age before ever being in love.
But things were different now. She dreamed of having a prince charming, but who could possibly compare to Damien’s handsomeness? Not to mention he was smart with magic, her favorite activity, and even agreed to teach her as a disciple.
Just a few days ago, she had a few copper coins in her cloak and a sad hope for the future. But in just three days, she had gone from being a powerless baron’s daughter to the future wife or ‘blood queen’ of a Duke. She was currently sleeping on a bed inside a mansion floating within the Mage Tower surrounded by waterfalls…
“Maybe this is all a happy dream,” Fay mumbled to herself.
Damien’s eyes snapped open, startling Fay. Thinking she woke Damien up with her mumbling, she quickly apologized, “Sorry, Master.”
Damien’s arm escaped the bedsheets and slowly came up to her face. With a gloved hand, he carefully brushed her long black hair behind her ear. With a smile revealing his fangs.
Fay’s ears burned red from embarrassment as she tilted her head to expose her neck. Damien wasted no time and bit into the offered flesh. After a few minutes, Damien separated his mouth from Fay’s neck with a satisfied smile. “I swear your blood tastes better every day…” he said.
Damien was surprised how quickly his little blood queen was developing. She no longer fainted from a single feeding session, and her blood was becoming richer. Before it tasted like a roast dinner from a supermarket pre-made meal, but now it was a restaurant-quality full-course meal. “I wonder how long until it becomes Michelin-star quality…” Damien pondered.
Getting his tired body out of bed, he asked Fay to use her cleaning magic; for some reason, she refused to leave the bed and had a red face. Ignoring her, Damien skillfully used psychokinesis to dress himself in his signature red wine suit. Looking in the mirror by the wardrobe, he brushed his messy hair with his claws. Feeling content with his appearance, he walked toward the door. “Fay, don’t forget to come down for breakfast. We are leaving for Dalon’s blacksmith soon,” he said while tapping on the little stone in his pocket three times. “Walter will be here with the car.”
Unknown to Damien, the moment he closed the bedroom door, Fay’s body shuddered with ecstasy. “Since when does my body react like this to his feeding?” she asked herself in disbelief. Her body was burning up with lust; she’d barely held herself together for the last few minutes.
After rigorously satisfying herself and carefully removing the evidence with her cleaning magic, Fay got dressed and walked downstairs. Damien was lounging on a very comfortable-looking couch while fiddling with his pocket watch.
A delectable smell wafted out of the kitchen, and Fay’s belly rumbled in response. She was starving after that intense feeding session. With hurried steps, she followed the smell into the castle’s massive kitchen and saw a large man standing in front of a stove. He wore a chef’s hat and apron. There was also a weird owl-looking creature perched on his shoulder.
“Hello?” she asked politely. The huge man turned and a gray-skinned face with tusks greeted her.
“Oh, it’s Miss Fay! Would you like some eggs?” the weirdly human-looking orc asked Fay with a kind smile while presenting a plate of four freshly boiled eggs placed on pieces of white bread.
“Erm, thank you…” Fay said absentmindedly while taking the plate.
“Hey! That’sss mine, Thar!” an oddly lizard-like voice said. Fay turned to see a small kobold with purple scales and big yellow eyes glaring at her.
Fay just handed the kobold the plate. “Thank you, Misssss Fay,” he said with a grin and wandered off. Fay just stood there for a while, not really sure of what was happening. She remembered these people from yesterday, but why was the half orc a chef now?
“I didn’t know you liked to cook,” Fay said while leaning against the counter.
Thar didn’t turn around from his cooking but responded with a chuckle, “It’s true that most orcs like to eat things raw, but after eating the human food here at the Mage Tower, I can never go back to such simple cuisine. Here’s your portion. Full of iron to help replenish your blood. You must have burned a lot of calories earlier…” Thar said with a smirk and pointed to the ceiling. “Darn thing was shaking.”
Fay took her plate with an embarrassed expression and ate her food quickly.
“All right, let’s go,” Damien said after a while and brought the group outside. With skill that suggested he had used the Mage Tower’s artifact before, he wrapped the group in a bubble and descended to the lower realm.
The group had all changed into their respective robes. Damien wore his silver robe like a cape while the rest covered their whole bodies in their blue robes. Like an emperor, Damien led his followers past the groups of Apprentice Mages down the marble pathways and toward the car.
A more refreshed and energetic Walter gave his greetings. “Morning, Young Master.” Damien gave the middle-aged man a nod and sat in the backseat. Fay sat beside him.
The back of the car had two sets of seats facing each other. Thar and Varn followed Damien and sat opposite him. The car had been designed to transport Princess Emilia and a few guards, so its interior was incredibly spacious. Despite Thar and Damien’s large frames, they had no issues with legroom or making things difficult for the other passengers.
Damien reached past Varn’s head and tapped Walter’s headrest. “To the same blacksmith as last time.”
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Dalon let out a gruffy sigh as he put down his hammer and turned to his audience. He could hear Fay talking to someone in the tavern, but in front of him were two very intimidating people that towered over him. Damien was wearing his usual red wine suit but had a new robe on that Dalon recognized all too well.
“Ya joined the Mage Tower, lad?” Dalon asked. “Or should I call ya Master Mage now?” he added with a chuckle.
“No. Just Damien is fine. Are these my weapons?” Damien asked while gesturing to a neat stack of metal cards.
“Aye, they are. Took me all night to finish ’em,” Dalon responded, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes and straightening out his oversize mustache.
Damien picked up one of the metal cards from the top of the pile and weighed it in his hand. “It’s very lightweight…” he commented. Although he was incredibly strong, the cards felt like paper to him.
“Aye, I used magically treated titanium,” Dalon said with a yawn.
The card in Damien’s hand was the same size as a standard playing card. It was blank on both sides but had a razor-sharp edge. Damien casually ran his finger along the edge, but it failed to draw any blood. Tsk. Forgot I was a vampire, he thought.
Seeing a piece of firewood in the corner, Damien picked up the card with psychokinesis and threw it at high speed. The wood was cleanly cut through and split in half. Inspecting the piece of wood, Thar remarked, “Very sharp, indeed. Are these your weapons, Master Nightshade?”
Dalon froze up. The sleepiness vanished from his eyes. He dashed over to the corner and grabbed a silver dagger that sat on a pedestal. “Run, Orc! That man is a vampire royal!”
Thar just stood there confused as the dwarf charged toward Damien. Thar was about to step in, but Damien just waved him off. “Let him tire himself out.”
Damien stood still with a calm expression and willed his control over the stack of metal cards. Although they hadn’t been enchanted yet, they still worked as a shield and formidable weapon.
“It’s hard being hated by everyone…” Damien said with a sigh as he casually blocked Dalon’s dagger. Sparks flew as the card dented from blocking the attack. Honestly, he thought Dalon had caught on that he was a vampire by now, so this sudden ferocity was quite unexpected.
He floated the damaged card over to Thar and said, “Use your C-grade Metal magic to fix the cards. It will be good practice for you, my disciple.”
Dalon didn’t give up and continued wildly swinging the dagger with terrible technique. Damien’s gaze landed on the many weapons lining the walls and debated just smashing the dwarf on the head.
After breaking twenty of the metal cards, Damien felt his little experiment had been a success. Micromanaging so many cards at once was difficult, but because they were so light and also similar, it made moving them around easy.
Thar sat in the corner, carefully fixing the dents out of the metal cards. “Although they are made of magically treated titanium, they still stand no chance against an enchanted weapon like the dagger Dalon is using,” Damien said to Thar. “What runes do you think we should apply to these cards? Strength enhancement? Or maybe some automatically fixing array…”
Thar inspected the metal card in his hand and rubbed his chin. “Master Nightshade, you wish to use all these cards as a weapon, right?”
“Why are none of you fleeing!” Dalon shouted, “He’s going to kill us all!”
Damien nodded, and Thar continued while ignoring the screaming dwarf. “Well, enchanted weapons draw mana from their user. Usually, this isn’t a problem, but enchanting over a hundred ‘weapons’ and using them all at once…no offense, but I don’t believe Master’s mana pool to be that large.”
Damien grinned. This was exactly the knowledge he needed. In the game, a player could equip items in their designated slots. It never occurred to him what would happen when these slots disappeared and he was able to use multiple enchanted weapons at once.
Fay came in and took one look at the situation, had a laugh, and quickly left the boys to their scuffle. Dalon finally showed signs of exhaustion and collapsed while spouting nonsense. Damien debated moving him to the bed upstairs but couldn’t be bothered. Pushing the dwarf’s body to the side with his foot, Damien stood over a crafting table with Thar.
Thar and Damien then spent the next hour debating on how best to enchant the cards. Eventually even Fay and Varn joined in on the discussion.
Dalon opened his eyes with confusion on his face, but then everything came rushing back as he looked at Damien. Why was everyone being so casual with him? That was a noble vampire, for god’s sake!
“Good afternoon, sleepy head,” Fay said and handed him a glass of water. “We already know Damien is a vampire. He’s different from the others. Take it slow and maybe get some proper rest upstairs.”
Damien then shouted from across the room, “Get over here, you lazy dwarf! Do you think my disciple can enchant so many weapons by himself?”
Dalon just shook his head. The world had gone crazy today.
