Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

'Great, now as if the headache wasn't enough, I have some random salesman that wants to sell me something,' Zaroth cursed inwardly.

"Thanks, but I am not interested," he replied as he flashed a false smile at the man.

"Are you sure about that?" the man replied as he opened his suitcase and took out a bottle containing a few pills.

The salesman handed it to Zaroth with a smile. "It is quite clear you are suffering from a headache, so these pills would numb the pain."

"I said I don't want them," Zaroth replied, this time with a hint of frustration in his voice.

"Here you go. It's free. If you want more, you can find me here."

Despite Zaroth clearly refusing, the salesman put the bottle with the pills on the bench Zaroth was sitting on, alongside a business card that seemed to have an address written on it.

Zaroth was about to curse at the man, but after leaving the items on the bench, he took off, completely ignoring Zaroth from that point on.

"Who the hell would be stupid enough to take pills from a stranger?" Zaroth muttered as he glared at them.

'Luna, what do you make of this?' he asked her.

'Probably wants to drug you or something,' she replied.

"Figures," he muttered as he took the card on which a address was written.

'Who knows, it may come in handy,' he thought as he used his bracelet to send a message to Midnight.

Zaroth: That symbol is acting weird. Do you know the cause?

It took an unusually long time for her to respond. Was she ignoring him, or was she busy with something else?

After about a dozen minutes, he received a reply.

Midnight: I am in a bit of a situation, so that could explain the reason for your symbol acting strange.

Zaroth raised an eyebrow. "Situation? What the hell is she talking about?"

He was about to reply when she sent another message.

Midnight: You said you want to befriend me, right? … I wouldn't mind a little help.

Zaroth: Don't you have anybody else to ask?

Midnight: You are the only person that knows about... my circumstances.

Zaroth: Okay, where do you want me to go?

She sent him an address, which, once he read it, raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Wait, isn't that a church? What the hell is she—a vampire… a demon—doing there?" he wondered.

Zaroth: What exactly do you want me to do?

Midnight: You've heard about these guys—'Purifiers,' right? … I need a bit of help to get rid of a few.

"Hmmm…" Zaroth leaned back, crossing his arms in thought.

"True, at the moment I don't have anything that compels me to help her… but at the same time, having her—a vampire—be indebted to me doesn't sound like a bad idea…"

Zaroth: Alright, but you will owe me one.

Midnight: Sure. Now come… as fast as you can!

He sighed as he stood up from the bench and stretched his body.

Truthfully, he was still frustrated from his date with Elysia, and because his opponent in the tournament had turned out to be so weak, he hadn't even managed to vent his emotions properly.

"Killing some Purifiers doesn't sound like a bad way to vent my frustration. Plus, I'll be getting Midnight into debt… two birds with one stone," he smiled darkly as his eyes narrowed like a predator's.

It was time to go for a hunt.

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'FUCK!' Midnight couldn't help but curse inwardly as she used her fangs to bite even harder into the neck of the man, drinking as much blood as she could.@@novelbin@@

Her crimson eyes seemed to shine even brighter, her nails grew even sharper. She felt stronger and faster, and yet it was still far from enough.

After a second, the man was sucked dry, his blood completely gone, and his skin had become whiter than snow.

With no hesitation, Midnight threw the body of the dead man aside as she took another step back.

"You are a disgrace to us vampires!" she shouted at the people surrounding her.

She was currently in a church, surrounded by about a dozen Purifiers, and among them was one of her kind—a vampire.

"A disgrace?!" the vampire shouted, his pride clearly hurt.

"You are the disgrace to us, Midnight Bloodrose, not me!"

"You idiot! Even if you were so greedy, how could you ally with the Purifiers?!"

The vampire was about to shout again but was silenced as a man clad in white robes used his mace to crush the vampire's head.

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"The demon is no longer useful to us, so purification is in order," the man spoke coldly as he shifted his gaze to Midnight.

'Shit!' Midnight knew she was being hunted by her own kind, but for them to be working with their sworn enemies just to hunt her was not something she had expected.

In normal circumstances, she would have been able to at least escape, but she wasn't able to now, as she was ambushed in a church.

The fuckers had used some kind of relics to severely limit her movements and powers.

There were about a dozen enemies in front of her, all of whom were specialists in hunting demons, and she was in their hunting ground.

No matter how one looked at the situation, she was screwed.

'Has he decided he will not come after all?' Midnight asked herself. Her situation was so hopeless that she even asked for help from Zaroth, who was basically a complete stranger.

"If I'm dying, I'm going to take as many of you as I can!" Midnight shouted as her nails grew even longer, preparing for one final suicidal attack.

"The demon has gone into a frenzy!" a man with a shield shouted as he took a step forward, trying to make the vampire focus on him.

But before Midnight could charge, the door behind the Purifiers cracked open.

"Man, the reinforcements have arrived! Do not be scared—today we purge the demon!" the man with the shield commanded, clearly trying to boost the morale of his men.

But no voice of confirmation came from behind the door.

"What are you doing?! Come!" the man at the front shouted, not daring to turn his back on the vampire, who seemed to have widened her eyes—most likely in fear.

A sound of a body falling was heard behind the Purifiers.

Unable to fight off his curiosity, the leader of the Purifiers glanced back, and the moment he did, his blood ran cold.

On the ground was his comrade lying lifeless, and above him stood a man with white hair and green cat-like eyes that had narrowed like a predator's.

"Ah, finally, I will test my new beasts," Zaroth muttered as he closed and locked the door behind him and flicked his fingers.

A second later, four wolves materialized from nothingness as Zaroth grinned darkly.

The leader of the Purifiers gulped audibly.

Just a second ago, his squad had managed to surround a demon, but due to unexpected variables, now he and his squad found themselves surrounded by the demon and Zaroth's wolves instead.

It seemed that hunters had become the prey.