Vampire's Slice Of Life

At the top of the World Tree stood a majestic castle. Inside it, a young elven lady was staring at a tablet screen with furrowed brows.

Sitting inside her study, Alea was really annoyed as she saw the scenes on her tablet. Her pointy ears twitched as per mood.

"Not cute." Alea said as she watched two groups of beastkins fight each other.

Initially it was a brawl, but then it turned into a deathmatch with both parties going at each other's throat.

There was huge damage on both sides, but eventually Tiger Tribe won against Cat Tribe once some reinforcements arrived.

What were these reinforcements? They were mountain trolls of the Lonely Mountains by the borders of Beast and Elven Kingdom.

This was not the first time Alea was watching something like this and things went far deeper than they appeared.

A few decades ago, she had slipped out of the castle to roam around, but stumbled upon a conversation. It was about the situation in Beast Kingdom turning chaotic.

She didn't pay that much heed and walked away. But then, she was attacked by a group of Goblins and Orcs.

This was not a cute situation in her books.

For the first time, Alea had to put in some effort and fight somebody. She could always die and get back to the castle, but there was a pride of being a Princess retained within her, which she didn't want to hurt.

The group of Goblins and Orcs became the first bunch that Alea ended up killing.

When the situation was normal, she found things to be even stranger. Goblins and Orcs never worked together before. They were at odds with each other regarding border and resource situations.

How come they teamed up now?

Once again, this was not a matter that concerned Alea, and she walked away to clear her mood.

Not even a few hours had passed and she was attacked once again by a group of Orcs. She killed them in annoyance, and stormed away, only to be attacked again.

In one week, she was attacked a total of fifty times. It was really hectic.

Not only were there Orcs and Goblins, there were even some Beastkins in the mix along with the Trolls and even some vagrant Elves.

Alea felt the situation was too fishy. She really did not like it.

The cute and blossoming flower that she was started developing thorns due to these guys, and turned into a dark flower momentarily.

Alea began researching the people that had annoyed her, and after many years, she connected the dots and found the problem.

The Beast Kingdom was suffering through a major power struggle for some reason. All of the tribes were divided into two halves. One belonging to Sakaguchi, the ruler of them all, and the other belonging to some unknown mysterious entity.

In this friction, the beastkin started involving the Goblins, Orcs, and Trolls from nearby as well as the Elves.

Upon further exploration, Alea found out that the Goblins and the likes were attacking a lot of Elves that roamed around.

These guys had gotten access to the Beast Kingdom's areas. This led to them getting closer to the Elven Kingdom.

Although Elves were concentrated around the World Tree in Alfheim—the official name of the Elven Kingdom—they moved around from time to time for adventures and work.

Dungeons, inheritances, hidden treasures, and many such things were scattered everywhere in the wild. The common Elf always held aspiration to stumble upon one such thing and get rich overnight, hence the traffic in wild wasn't low.

Becoming an adventurer was a common thing in the Elven Kingdom due to the sheer number of resources laid around.

The number of people that took up adventuring as an occupation was so high, the Elves ranked number one in the world, right above the Humans.

One out of every five adventurers was an elf. The number was that high.

In any case, they loved adventures, and the Goblins loved looting them. The Orcs loved assaulting them and in their online forums, the discussion of how tasty what breed of elf is, was a common thing. By taste, they definitely did not mean eating them.

The Elven Administration had done a lot of things in their power to protect their people, but they could not guarantee the safety of the elves that barged into the wilderness, out of the Elven territory.

Elves were a main race, having a lot of power. However, the Goblins, Orcs, Trolls, individually may mean nothing, but collectively they could pose a threat to them.

Like how pruning trees resulted in a healthy growth, the Elves shaved off a major portion of the nearby species to keep them in check. Scared, they would not dare venture in the Elven areas.

But with the Beastkins having an internal strife, the situation had turned for the worse.

Lately, Alea could read online that a lot of Elves had suffered considerable damage in the hands of these races. The number is still low so the authorities didn't know and take any action.

Alea was seriously annoyed by these people. In front of their very eyes, a problem was occurring yet they were doing nothing.

Frustrated, she decided to go speak with them so she could finally roam freely, but stopped right in her tracks in the hallway of the castle.

"No, wait. The situation is too glaring. Even if they wanted to, they couldn't ignore it. But they did. This means…"

A spark of enlightenment flashed in Alea's eyes as she realized something important.

Her face that looked like a beautiful lotus suddenly turned dark like a black rose.

She clicked her tongue and stormed her way back to her room, muttering, "Seriously… very hateful. I can't play anymore…"

…..

Werewolf Continent.

"Demon, we finally found you!"

"You whore's bastard son, you will pay for what you did!"

"You killed my family, stole my purity, and even ate a few of our kind. There's not going to be any better place left for you to escape, you damned demon!"

A group of strong warriors encircled a handsome red-haired demon in a black suit, who's face had a calm smile, as if the curses did not have any effect on him.

The warriors that were surrounding him wore armour, and had their sharp claws ready to be slashed. Many had blue, black, orange and yellow fur on their bodies and seemed to be tanned-skin while the rest were without hair and creamy pale.

These were the werewolves, and judging from their expensive attires that had the same crest, they seemed to belong to the Werewolf Royal Family.

"Give up your resistance and quietly come with us before the King. We'll give you a painless death." A hairy, burly tanned-skin werewolf exclaimed, his aura exploding and putting pressure on the demon.

This was an Emperor Rank's aura without a doubt. This was an Alpha Werewolf, someone right under the King.

"Don't even think of escaping!" Another werewolf's aura exploded, which seemed to be Emperor Rank's too.

Following this, everyone let out their aura to pressure the demon in the middle.

There were a total of eight Alphas and the rest of fourteen were Betas, meaning Half Emperors.

This small group was enough to cause major trouble to any given race of the world if the Supremes did not meddle in.

"Haha, the King sure went all out this time. I have to say, it was completely out of my expectations." The demon started laughing and clapping with his white glove-covered hands.

He appeared defenseless, but the Werewolves dared not underestimate him or made a move.

"Well, well, well, you lot sure seem a little angry." Devilishly smiling, the Demon said.

"The audacity to say this when you even had the courage to kill the Crown Prince!"

"I didn't finish him though. My target was Anderson afterall."

"Sssssss!" The Werewolves sucked in a cold breath of air as this damned Demon called the King by his name.

"Before you die, do you wish to tell us which faction you belong to so that we don't soul search your soul?" An Alpha offered.

The Demon began laughing again. While doing so, he took out a small crest from his breast pocket and pinned it to his chest pocket.

The crest had the engravings of a castle, a crimson moon, a scepter, and bats with red eyes.

"WHAT!?" The Werewolves gasped in shock! "The Vampire Royal Clan!?"

The Demon began laughing. He bowed slightly and said curtly, "Allow me to make a formal introduction. This one's a humble servant of the Vampire Royal Family. I am here on orders to kill your King. Well, actually…"

The Demon stood erect and said, "I think I was told to only cause some internal friction so that you guys abstain from the worldly affairs. Hmm… I don't remember properly…"

The Demon put on a pondering expression.

The Werewolves felt the hair on their necks spike up in horror. Their whole body trembled as they realized the gravity of the situation.

If this man really belonged to the Vampire Royal Clan, then it meant…

"Ah, right!" The Demon clasped his hands. "It doesn't matter. I was told I can kill freely. Anyway, allow me to properly introduce myself again."

The Demon smiled once again, this time, it appeared so cold that everyone felt their legs turn into jelly, including the Alphas.

"This humble servant's name is Ruben."

Ruben's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint.

"…and I'll be the reason for you lot's death."