The Black Saint is My StalkerCh72 - Feeling exceptionally vindictive

Media have been frustratingly quiet.

No matter how much time Han Li had spent rolling around in bed and checking his socials, the information around Darmine was infinitely scarce. He had expected it. Because they hadn’t made the demon prince and her escape public. nAVeEs

Annoyed, Han Li did what he knew best and started harassing Laura for gossip. But Laura was locked up within the prison-like walls of the Hunter’s Academy, studying away for her professional full-time license.

While some of the information she provided was insightful and interesting, others were borderline absurd.

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Han Li rolled over, crushing his pillow beneath his belly while he scowled at the phone screen.

[  didn’t you hear? Saint miguel is going full rogue on the NUM! I dont know what they did to piss him off but it’s kind of hilarious ] IScawV

Unfortunately, Han Li’s recollections of the Saint of Shields were one brief and fleeting. But from what Graham told him, the guy was the one who helped provide them with a private jet back to New Lidway, beneath the prying eyes of hungry journalists. For that alone, Miguel was in Han Li’s good books.

And thus he responded to her:

[ What? Saint miguel doesnt seem like a bad person :/ ]

The reply was immediate, Laura seemed to be rather invested in this entire affair:

[ I didn’t say he wasnt! But the interview he did with Good Morning Merriva was really sus, it got taken down mid-air too, didnt you see it? ]

Han Li frowned. His fingers flew over his phone screen.

[ No? :T when did it air? ]

[ Just this morning! Wait, it got taken down but you can still find it online, the wonders of the internet amirite 😛 ] ESG75c

Han Li waited until he received a link to a popular video uploading site. Scrunching his nose, Han Li clicked on the link…

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“I saw it,” Franz tried peeling each individual finger off of the vice grip. “The Saint of Shields must be feeling exceptionally vindictive.”

Just when he thought he had a bit of wiggle room, Iszak so rudely grabbed a hold of his wrist and flung him back down onto the bed.

The world tilted and Franz found himself pinned, Iszak’s pale digits were right around Franz’s wider wrists. The lighting in the master bedroom was low, with but a few candles flickering, but neither vampire had any issue with vision. Sapphire eyes nailed him in place and despite Franz’s discontent smile, he already knew that he would not be able to escape.

With a sigh, Franz tilted his chin up, revealing his throat. He felt those silver strands tickle his exposed skin. “I don’t understand why—” his voice hitched, toe-curling into soft bed sheets. Franz’s lashes fluttered as sharp fangs punctured his throat. Even after centuries, he couldn’t quite get used to this feeling. It was also frustratingly odd that a noble blood would insist on feeding on a corrupted blood, especially when plenty of other meals were available. But it wasn’t a topic that Franz dared bring up, so instead, he drew in a sharp breath and continued, “—why are you interested in the likes of the Saint of Shields…?” aweHDO

Iszak took his time to respond, lapping up the blood that flowed from Franz’s neck. It was a bit bitter, earthy in tone, not quite as sweet as the blood of the living. And yet, Iszak drank it greedily, latching on like an overgrown leech until the body beneath him began to gasp and tremble. Only then did the noble blood pull away.

He smiled, admiring the way that Franz was so delectably flushed, as though he were alive. Franz glared at him with lidded eyes and taut lips, which only served to stir that itch of desire in Iszak’s belly. The noble blood licked his lips and grinned. “I’m not. But what he said does pique my interest.”

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“…All he spoke about was the miasma leakage that stemmed from Darmine—” Franz was promptly cut off when Iszak dipped down and captured his lips. He could taste his own blood, one full of earthy corruption and scowled, disturbed that his master would stomach such a thing. “Master!” he hissed, kicking out his leg in protest. “Cease this at once. At this rate, I’ll be late—”

Iszak chuckled as he pulled away, “Hush, child. No rush. You need not seek that measly spy.” His delicate, pale hand slid over Franz’s throat, the pads of his fingers grazing over the now-healed puncture wound. There was something dancing in Iszak’s eyes, he was akin to a wild animal. “That Saint of Shields spoke about miasma leakage with profound remorse. And yet such an issue does not, at first, seem like such a big deal that the NUM had to react immediately to take down the broadcast whilst it was still airing. Why do you gather this might be?” gauMUV

Franz frowned. He liked to believe himself up to date with non-vampiric affairs but this was in part, only true for things that happened within New Lidway. Darmine was quite a ways off and he couldn’t fathom how his master, of all people, picked up this news. “There must be more than just a miasma leakage. Or the Saint of Shield had something to gain from leaking this information…”

Iszak laughed, finally hopping off, “Correct on both fronts! While I do care little about that awful Lord of Shields, as for the miasma leakage…well, my child, I fear that the Beaumont Clan will be the least of our problems in the upcoming months.”

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Lady Nadeleine d’Erlanger was a prominent noble blood of the Beaumont Clan. The abandoned storehouse that lay just outside of New Lidway was a fun little project of hers, created solely for the purpose of terrorizing the Meglatoras Clan. 9zCiO4

The basement, once stacked with shelves and crates to store clothing items, was packed with silver cages and glass containers, filled with a mysterious fluid.

Only moments ago, specimens of a varied assortment had been kept, caged up in this dark and decrepit room. In a panic, Lady Nadeleine had unleashed all of them, rabid beasts born out of corrupted blood and unethical experiments.

But these abdominal creatures did not get far. In fact, they didn’t quite get anywhere at all. Jaws were plied apart, limbs torn and organs disemboweled until the only thing that remained was a room ripe with gore, so strong that Lady Nadeleine couldn’t help but gag.

The filth and the wafting odor were hardly her greatest concerns. Nadeleine’s back was against the wall, a wild look twinkling in her eyes even as she feigned calm. XwRvxB

“What grieves you, My Lady?” she said with her sweet singsong voice, trying for a calm and casual smile. After living for centuries, there weren’t many things that Nadeleine feared. “Surely we could make some suitable arrangements for whatever it is that you desire.”

But those golden eyes and dainty visage were enough to make Nadeleine’s icy vampire heart freeze over.

“It is pitiful that even noble bloods have degenerated so much over the ages.” A gentle smile stretched on a delicate face, obscured by darkness. But Nadeleine did not have any trouble seeing with her vampiric eyes.

And though she would normally be offended at such a statement, she could not say anything but bow her head. Nadeleine’s blood ability was certainly interesting, but without suitable preparation, she wouldn’t be able to fend off a demon prince. Of all higher beings that exist in the world, young noble bloods were easily the weakest of the bunch. Nadeleine had no luxury to gripe about this. “Please forgive me, My Lady. I fear I cannot offer you anything of use it seems…” nGx0C9

In the corner of her eye, she caught the glimmer of the black axe. She trembled as the demon approached.

“That isn’t necessarily true,” Andraste chirped, her heeled boots clattering as she walked across the floor, her footsteps wet against the blood. She wore casual attire, fitted jeans, and a leather jacket, blending in easily with humans if not for one eye-catching detail. “Mayhaps it has escaped your notice but mind that I only have one arm, and you, my dear, have two.”

Nadeleine drew in her breath.

It was dangerous to phase pass a higher demon. But she was going to have to try. UJutYR

Outside, a small girl pressed his palms to his mouth, too terrified to move even a muscle. She was supposed to meet up with Lord Franz von Hatzfeld tonight but that didn’t seem so likely anymore. More importantly, she needed to survive first. As for Lady Nadeleine, it was already too late for her.

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With the development of modern technology, one didn’t need the powers of a higher being to travel across the world at any given notice. Graham must have spent the past week traveling to and fro, to every corner of the world just to attend funerals.

It was important, for diplomacy if nothing else. Kby30

He didn’t stay in any place for long, for there was no reason to and the Saint of Eternity had to leave Han Li at home, for the half-blood did not enjoy the privilege of freely traversing borders with a demi-human passport.

Instead, Graham’s traveling partner was the Saint of Shields but made due emphasis on their dress and presentation at each location.

In Southern Dalttang, Graham met Jong Kangdae for the first time in thirty years, donned in funeral black. The young man that he once knew had grown old and weathered, wrinkles lining his face and lips pulled down in a perpetual frown. He stood there with his chest out and arms behind his back, a sharpness still glimmering in his eyes, as though he hadn’t lost the last of his children.

“She did what needed to be done,” Kangdae stated with his cutting voice, a loud statement that didn’t seem to be proclaimed to anyone at all. H8PeTR

The in the funeral hall, everyone was dark and somber, friends and family bowed for the deceased. But also colleagues were present as well, distant relatives that did not know Seoyun that well. They were important too, being members of the hunters’ community.

“She did,” Graham reassured with a nod of his head.

This seemed to satisfy Kangdae, who nodded with a huff before returning to the side of his stoic wife, who watched the procession with a dead expression on her face.

For once, Saint Miguel was neither loud nor smiling, only politely nodding to those that dared to give him any attention— which apparently, was much more than either Merrivian Saints cared for. qXh9Mx

So they left early.

On their way home, the plane passed by Britia and Graham found himself reminded of a place that he had known as his home for centuries but had since abandoned.

From the airplane window, one could spot the expanse of ocean blue and the lush stretches of forests and mountains that decorate the land below, far and picturesque.

Graham felt a headache fester and looked away, spotting Miguel opposite to him playing a game of chess…with himself. D42dIS

He left the other saint to his antics and leaned back, eyes closed and dreamed about returning home. Han Li was probably there, waiting for him.

Author: So…what’s my update schedule again? I have no idea? LMFAO I said 3 days but I just feel so damn antsy so…have this now I suppose….TT w TT;; sorry for the long chapter with some boring stuff