Draig was delighted as he returned from the quests, however he was confused as his True Vampirism hadn't delivered him the skills as they had before.
Looking at his menu he could see that it was still there but he didn't receive what he should have, only BP which he spent immediately. He had also taken it upon himself to liberate their possessions and clean out the building they had been using for shelter.
'I must say though, the essence of these mortals are far more delicious.' thought Draig with a smile as he approached the Stronghold only for the people outside to panic upon seeing him causing him some confusion.
"Halt, by order of Lord Zarra you are to be detained." came the loud shout as Jared's voice echoed causing Draig to look at him shocked.
"What is the meaning of this!" growled Draig as he readied himself to fight.
"For the safety of this district you are being confined to the box...." stated Jared his intimidating aura cracking a bit showing his reluctance.
"What do you mean for the safety of the district, I have done nothing wrong!" shouted Draig as he looked around warily smelling the Corpse King nearby.
"Stand down or do not blame me for the actions I take." said Jared sternly.
"Fuck you..." spat Draig as he readied his sharpened nails.
"So be it..." with that Jared swung but Draig had seen a great increase in his speed allowing to dodge as he carved deep gashes in the armor causing him to smile until Jared suddenly sped up and smashed the blunt side of his blade into the vampire causing his ribs to crack under the pressure along with coughing up blood.
"You bastard." growled Draig as he used the blood to make a weapon despite the missing skill.
"You're being too soft, he is a monster. You need to hit harder." sighed Gregory as he appeared from the soil and grabbed Draig up by his throat and squeezed tightly causing the vampire to kick his legs in struggle as he clawed at the hand holding his windpipe.
"I.. will.....kill... you" spat Draig weakly as his struggles began to subside and his vision went dark.
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"Greg that was a bit extreme, the kid didn't even do anything wrong." spoke Jared looking at he vampire still being held by his throat.
"I am aware, however this isn't the time for games. The inevitable has happened... after tasting the blood of a human there's no telling what he will do. We're just lucky the old man informed us of the change in his status." sighed Gregory taking Draig to a special place.
-------- The Box
When Draig awoke he looked around viciously growling, eyes bloodshot and filled with rage.
This was the scene Zarra walked in on and sighed, obviously his heart was heavy.
"Hello Draig..." started Zarra causing Draig to calm down a bit but that was only for a second before he lunged at the man like a animal.
"You dirty mage, why have you brought me here!" growled Draig looking to where the man had moved.
"It's for the best... you are too dangerous for the time being." explained Zarra blankly as his power flexed causing Draig to drop to his knees.
"This is an old place, it's called the box... it's where we keep... monsters. You will be staying here until I can figure out what to do with you, however I have a question. Have you truly learned to create True Potions?" asked Zarra with a gauging look.
"Don't ever dream of getting them from me you filth!" growled Draig glaring with all his might.
"Consider changing your mind. I may be able to do something about this if you do... good bye." stated Zarra showing himself as the Dark Mage instead of a friend.
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Draig sat there glaring at the empty space that Zarra had previously occupied, as he did so he felt his loathing grow...
That seed of hatred had taken root and was bringing him an odd sense of calm as he stood and turned his sights to the sounds of activity in the other parts of the Box.
Narrowing his eyes he decided to work out his frustration.
After this day there would only be once creature inhabiting the box. The Vampire.