Chapter 1
THE CONVERSATION
Thomson Koenborth Robbert drinking in a bar,he is a tall muscular huge man of six feet two inch tall in height, Thomson Koenborth Robbert drinking his hot whisky , sitting on a stool he said to himself as he remembers the way he slaughter the vampire who was in the church at Atrovioustro
"Damn!,at least when would the vampires learn to rest",on to his very surprise two huge men bursted into the bar the tall dark skin of the men approach to his stool and spatted on his whisky then the huge dark skin man Said "As if you don't bloody know what might be the offence"
Thomson Koenborth asked politely "what can that be the bloody reason I shouldn't have my drink in peace",The Dark skin man then laughing at him responded in laughter"At least, it's because you're a fucking Vampire hunter and you don't know that, vampire dominate South Carolina"
The whole bar erupted in laughter.
"Shit!" Thomson Koenborth muttered as he continued drinking the whisky, now spit in. He looked at the dark-skinned man and asked, "And what the hell is your name?"
Before the man could answer, his fair-skinned, even bigger friend stood up and slammed a glass into Thomson's face.
With a grin, the fair man said, enjoying the crowd's reaction, "Vampire hunters are always soft. And for his name"—he pointed to his dark-skinned friend—"it's Denis, Mr. Vampire Hunter."
Thomson, unfazed, smiled and stood up from his stool. He turned to the female bartender and said calmly, "You should leave, things are about to get messy."
He then pulled the shards of glass from his face with one hand, saying, "I just wanted his name before I send him to hell."
Everyone in the bar stood frozen, watching intently to see what Thomson Koenborth would do to the two huge men.
Thomson cracked his knuckles and joints, then looked at the fair-skinned man. "I'll take you both down at once, and I'll make sure you, the fiercer one, bleed."
Denis chuckled, but before he could react, in a flash, his friend's left arm was suddenly snapped and torn away from his body.
The bar was still in shock, and Maton, the fair-skinned man, screamed in disbelief, "Denis, run! I'm serious, this guy wasn't kidding!"
Denis grabbed a long spanner and faced Thomson, who only smiled back.
Thomson Koenborth said, "A one-on-one, foe!" Denis quickly rushed at him with a spanner, swinging it wildly around Thomson.
Thomson dodged every swing, making Denis look foolish as the crowd laughed at him. To fire up the rowdy crowd even more, Thomson said, "He's just a fool. Watching him mess up would be even more fun!"
Denis bursted into anger and immediately he gripped Thomson Koenborth by the cloth then he pin him on the wall with his a forearm and release multiple attempt to raise a punch at Thomson Koenborth.
Surprisingly to the crowd, Thomson Koenborth missed all his attempt and instead Thomson Koenborth defends all his physical punches with his hand, Thomson immediately uses his knee to hit Denis on his stomach
Denis screams "Fucking shi…", Thomson interrupt his statement with a heavy multiple punch, Thomson then uses his left left to trip over Denis to the ground punching Denis lightly on his face but Denis still smiling at him.
Denis said "You enjoy the fucking fact that you punch a human like this, pouring your frustrations at us isn't the Vampire wrench all over this city", Thomson Koenborth stops punching at him and Thomson Koenborth replies "It's seems you still don't fear me I see, don't worry death is just the understatement"
Thomson Koenborth landed Denis with a thunderous punch,his face broke as though Denis was hitting by a horse, it kept everyone Amuse in the bar suddenly calm, furious and quiet.
Thomson Koenborth stood up then walk's straight to the broken arm friend of Denis who had to stamina to cough an inch, Thomson Koenborth looking at him deeply to his eyes asked "And where did you say you saw those fools"
Stammering he said, afraid of death "At,At the at the green forest foor foor fooorest in the west coast,at Adams garden"
Thomson Koenborth replies to the stammering scared beating injured huge Man" Don't bother,He isn't going to die either you too, just incase don't mess around again"
Thomson Koenborth stood up, took his holy rope wipe back hanged it around his waist then he opens the door of the bar and he left leaving the both of them hopeless on the ground.
Thomson Koenborth said to himself while walking on the road of the street of South Carolina
"Ever since I was bloody born vampires posing around (Lite up his cigarette smoking),at least I am also a bit blend of magic"
Thomson Koenborth noticed some bushes in the distance suddenly illuminated by bright lights and laser beams. Feeling a sense of urgency, he ran toward the source.
He thought to himself, "This can't be a coincidence. There must be a bloody person responsible for this."
As he entered the forest, he was shocked to see the remains of slaughtered creatures, indicating a hunter was nearby. Then, to his surprise, he spotted a fair-skinned blind man dressed like a Shaolin monk, wielding a sharp sword. The man was in the process of killing a vampire by slashing its throat.
The blind man looked at Thomson and said, "I can recognize anyone's footsteps, and I know it's you, Thomson."
Thomson replied, "Who the hell are you to be killing my vampires? I don't know you as a vampire hunter, introduce yourself."
The blind man's smile widened into a full, infectious laugh, echoing through the eerie silence of the forest. "I am no vampire hunter,"
he declared, his voice rich with conviction. "I'm on a quest to find my brother, Reuben. My name is Anton Reuben. During my travels from America, I discovered the harsh truth: this place is ruled by vampires."
Thomson Koenborth leaned closer, his eyes narrowing with intensity. "Tell me where these creatures don't hold their capital." Just then, three colossal Cyclopes erupted from the shadows, leaping toward Anton Reuben with a menacing roar.
Thomson Koenborth dashed forward, urgency propelling him to save the blind man from the impending doom of the monstrous Cyclopes. A surge of compassion coursed through him, igniting his resolve. Just as he reached the blind man, three additional Cyclopes emerged from the shadows, their weapons glinting menacingly as they unleashed a barrage of lasers that sent him stumbling back.
Recovering quickly, Thomson turned and sprinted away, the two relentless Cyclopes hot on his heels. Meanwhile, Anton seized the moment as chaos reigned. With a keen eye for opportunity, he lunged forward, wielding his sword with precision, determined to dispatch as many of the fearsome creatures as he could in this desperate fight for survival.
Thomson Koenborth charged toward the Cyclops directly in front of him, while the other two rushed in from the sides. He quickly opened his left hand, and a powerful purple energy surged forth, taking the shape of a smoke-like spear.
With determination, he advanced toward the Cyclops. Suddenly, he vanished and reappeared in an instant, hurling the purple fire magic spear directly at the Cyclops' fore-eye. At that moment, the remaining two Cyclopes lunged at him, their massive fingers striking, piercing through his skin.
Unbeknownst to the Cyclopes, their relentless pursuit of Thomson Koenborth was part of a clever trap. They failed to realize that his earlier actions had been a chant, weaving a spell to draw them into his magical range.
As they continued to chase him, their minds were still focused on the fight, firing their laser beams in his direction. Yet, they were completely unaware that they had already fallen under the spell's influence, caught in a powerful enchantment that would soon turn the tide of battle in Thomson's favor.
The three Cyclopes rampaged through the area, their colossal fists smashing into the ground as they tried to reach Thomson Koenborth. Despite their sheer size and strength, they couldn't get close to him. Suddenly, Thomson's voice echoed in their minds, resonating deep within their souls. "The spell is already completed," he declared.
At that moment, the Cyclopes found themselves captivated by a vision. They saw a vivid purple symbol swirling around them, encompassing their enormous forms. This spell, a large circle filled with intricate purple shapes interwoven like a tapestry, had been perfected using the blood of one of their own.
In an instant, Thomson reappeared right in front of them, his presence commanding and powerful. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed the spell, transforming the three Cyclopes into a shimmering mirror. With another gesture, he shattered the mirror into countless pieces, the fragments swirling around him.
As he gathered the broken shards, he used their essence to forge a magnificent sword.
On the other side of the battlefield, Anton, undeterred by his blindness, expertly dispatched the remaining Cyclops with swift precision. A satisfied smile spread across his face as the monstrous pieces of the creature fell around him like rain. Then, he turned to witness the display of power from Thomson Koenborth, and a look of admiration crossed his features.
Cleaning his sword with a sense of pride, Anton called out to Thomson, "You're a hunter with a unique blend of magic. That's quite a sproutful advantage you have!"
"Just shut up and let's find your damn brother," Thomson Koenborth snapped back, sheathing the new sword he had crafted into the folds of his cloak.