Damon, standing before the lifeless monster's body, felt a sudden compulsion to act.
Ba~dump! Ba~dump!
With a quickened heartbeat and rising body temperature, his golden eyes transformed into crimson, and sharp fangs extended from his mouth. As if controlled by unseen strings, he instinctively moved to sink his fangs into the monster's neck, drinking its blood with a voracious hunger. A devilish aura surrounded him as he experienced a euphoria unlike anything before, consuming not just the blood but also the essence and soul of the fallen creature.
All that remained of the once-majestic beast was a withered husk, resembling an ancient mummy. Damon, regaining his composure, licked his lips and came to a startling realization.
"I am a vampire," he calmly declared, accepting his newfound nature without surprise but with a sense of fulfillment. Aware that he was no ordinary vampire, he speculated on his unique origins, certain that Lilith, his creator, wouldn't have have done it otherwise. Excited to explore his identity further, Damon eagerly anticipated delving into the mysteries of his existence and this place was the perfect place for testing it.
After draining the monster's blood, Damon felt a surge of strength coursing through his body. His realm had expanded ever so slightly, and his eyes gleamed with the realization of what he must do from this point forward.
"I shall hunt down and consume the essence and souls of monsters, using their power to strengthen myself," he declared, his golden eyes unwavering. He no longer harbored any aversion to drinking blood, for his sole focus now was to attain unparalleled strength, never again to suffer the same fate he had endured on Earth after devouring other people women.
"This will be an enjoyable endeavor," he said, his determination palpable as he strode forward.
Relying on his heightened senses, Damon scanned his surroundings in search of prey. He extended his awareness, attuned to any anomalous presences that might signal the existence of a monster.
At first, he detected nothing out of the ordinary. But soon, he caught a distinct signature emanating from the northwest. Without hesitation, he set off in that direction, his enhanced speed carrying him swiftly towards the potential target.
Soon, Damon arrived at the location and laid eyes upon the monster – a two-meter-tall silver wolf with a crescent moon emblem on its forehead. This was the Silver Moon Wolf, a mid-level Grade 1 monster.
"Awoo!" the beast howled in rage, its meal disrupted. It had just killed a lesser monster and begun feeding when this human had arrived, and it now regarded Damon warily.
"Come on, little wolfy," Damon taunted, beckoning the monster to attack with a casual flick of his finger.
"Awoo!" the Silver Moon Wolf responded, lunging forward in the attack.
Yet to Damon, the wolf's swift movements appeared almost to slow to a crawl, his enhanced senses allowing him to perceive its trajectory with ease. Taking a wide stance, Damon threw a devastating punch, the air crackling with the sheer speed of his strike.
BAM! CRUNCH!
The monster's skull was shattered, and it fell lifeless to the ground, unable to comprehend what had transpired. Damon nodded, a satisfied smile gracing his features.
"Not bad," he mused, unfazed by the outcome.
Damon placed one foot atop the fallen Silver Moon Wolf's carcass, crossing his arms with a calculating expression. While he may have been born with a touch of sadism, his taunting of the monster had not merely been for his own amusement.
In truth, Damon had allowed the beast to call for reinforcements, for it was no secret that wolves often traveled in packs. By desecrating their kin's body, he knew he would further enrage any nearby pack members, provoking them into a reckless charge.
Everything had been meticulously planned. Damon's enhanced senses had detected no other immediate threats, but he was anticipating the arrival of more Silver Moon Wolves, drawn by their pack mate's death cry. He readied himself, his expression remaining impassive as he waited for his true prey to appear.
"Awoo! Awoo!"
Soon, the mournful howls of wolves filled the air, and five Silver Moon Wolves emerged, drawn by the reinforcement cry of their pack mate. When they saw the human standing atop their fallen kin, their eyes reddened with fury, and they charged forward, unleashing enraged snarls.
Smirking, Damon effortlessly kicked the dead carcass at the onrushing wolves, as if the body were as light as a feather. The two wolves in the lead, having not anticipated this, were slammed by the projectile and sent tumbling to the ground, whimpering in pain.
The remaining three wolves momentarily paused, faced with this unexpected turn of events. Seizing the opportunity, Damon vanished from sight, only to reappear between the trio. Grabbing the heads of the two closest wolves, he slammed them together with all his might. The sound of cracking skulls filled the air, and the wounded wolves collapsed, unable to endure the shock and agony.
The last Silver Moon Wolf, regaining its senses, attempted to attack, but Damon effortlessly blocked its strike with his arm. In one swift motion, he slammed his free hand into the monster's head, delivering another lethal blow. The wolf crumpled to the ground, joining its pack mates in death.
Damon wasted no time, quickly moving forward and reappearing before the two wolves who had been knocked down earlier. With ruthless efficiency, he finished them off, ensuring none of the pack members remained a threat.
Turning his attention to the last two remaining Silver Moon Wolves, still agonizing on the ground, Damon strode over and delivered the final blow. The wolves anguished howls were silenced, and the clearing fell into an eerie stillness.
Damon surveyed the scene, his expression betraying no emotion. The bodies of the five no six wolves lay at his feet, a testament to his power and his calculated strategy. Without a trace of remorse, he had eliminated the pack, leaving no survivors.
Satisfied that the threat had been neutralized, Damon wore a devilish smile as he mumbled, "Time to eat!"
His golden eyes suddenly shifted to a crimson hue, and sharp fangs emerged from his mouth. Without hesitation, he bent down and began to drink the blood of the dead Silver Moon Wolves, sucking them dry one by one.
As Damon consumed the blood containing both essence and soul, he could feel his strength increasing ever so slightly. Licking the blood from his tainted lips, he let out a satisfied sigh. "Ah! I feel lacking. I should aim for stronger monsters - their blood must taste even sweeter."
Once he had drained the last of the wolves' blood, turning it into a mummy just like the others, Damon's eyes reverted to their usual golden color. He surveyed the scene, taking in the carnage he had wrought, a look of dark satisfaction playing across his features.
With the wolves dispatched, Damon turned and vanished into the shadows, already seeking out his next prey - something that could truly sate his insatiable thirst for power and the sweet nectar of stronger monsters' blood.