As I am in the cell I hear the resonating footsteps of about three demons and one trained demon whose steps I can't hear I get up from my bed and put on my black t-shirt as I was doing sit ups to regain my body physique having grown weaker having to balance time management of the blood I was taking every day.
A demon's cold voice rang through out the prison cell I was in, one that was forcefully obliging to be in contact with trash, "Get out you filthy blood sucker, the Generals want to have a word with you."
Then one of the demons next to him spoke in an agitated manner, "What are the Generals thinking giving this vermin a chance we should just cut him down right here and now and put his head on display for all Demon kind to applaud us for our good work."
It seems there is discrimination here in this world well its to be expected the author of the book was a narcissist so I shouldn't lose my cool and massacre them, I just ha--ve to.
SPAT!! SPAT!!
Just as I was coming closer to them the two guards who were beside them silently spat at my face with smiles now in their faces having done justice for their kind as I look at them in disgust.
One of the guards who just spat in my face says in an appeased manner while looking at the jail ceiling proudly as a national hero, "We would be able to get away with just that, Sir Xenos will give us a raise if I told them we spat on this blood sucking devil in disguise of a monster even if he is just a 10 year old vampire."
Hmmm!! so that spell Ralia put on me works on these pitiful bastards too huh!!
It's all in the nature of beings on earth to despise each other, I believed in that saying a wise man passed onto the earth, the reason I was intrigued by it was the meaning behind it, it was then I came to realize he was appealing to the discriminated party as he passed it on but humans in my world looked at it as a means to an end.
I sigh as I think to myself, 'There's no need to feel bad after what am about to do,' right now am in shackles once again and tight ones at that as I am being dragged to the end of the prison door mercilessly even if I resemble a nine year old vampire who is a in truth still a seven year old.
That day I came to realize age doesn't matter in this world so abandon the idea of a helpless vampire child afraid of dying, because that would further my incompetent mindset into ruin.
Putting that aside for now it seems they hate the other races so that means the demons outside are the sameand maybe even in the human kingdom too seeing as we look at humans as livestock I couldn't complain.
And then as we approached the exit out of the prison the guards silently turned and looked at me in a way I found suspicious.
PUNCH!! "Aargh!!", "Take that you vampire bastard."
And then it happened, I received a gut punch and a painful one at that as I am spitting blood and on the floor holding my body as an intense pain is lit within it and when I awake am on the ground facing three peopl---no demons and I could tell that these beings were powerful,---but I couldn't find it within me to smile like when I was in the kingdom fighting, - - I wonder why.