Incubus' Blood Harem

Downstairs Malcolm and Jones were having a duel which did not seem to appear a friendly battle to assess the strength. They both were willing to kill each other to win, which made the situation even more dangerous. The whole kitchen was turned upside down because the cutlery was down n the floor, totally broken.

"Hah, you lasted longer than I expected."

Malcolm praised Jones' capacity to keep up and the skills he used in one- to- one fight. They both reached the lounge by now after destroying nearly half of the cutlery of the kitchen. The lounge was also not spared from the effects of their little friendly duel, the paint of the walls was already ruined due to the air pressure.

Right behind Malcolm the sofa foam was also pulled outside, indicating how both of them would brutally treat a living being's organs when required. The decorative stuff present in that space was shattered into numerous pieces.

Mr Jones chuckled softly as he wiped off the blood coming from his lower lip, which was caused by the powerful punch Malcolm rested on his face. It was one of the first bang noises Medusa and Kayden heard up in the room.

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Both of the men stood opposite to each other in the lounge, with their fists ready to land another punch and one leg brought forward to sprint. The intensity of their heated stares rose once again, as they waited to figure out the next move.

None of them was hard to read because Malcolm and Mr Jones had the obligatory training from their respective realms. However Mr Jones had additional knowledge regarding Malcolm' physical moves because all the people of Beelzebelle were taught some basic moves.

Since Kayden's mother was also from there, but due to the huge age difference between her and Malcolm; their moves differed. Mr Jones seemed to be well aware of the possible moves taught to Malcolm according to his age. And it was his main concern because as much as Kayden was noob in testing his powers, so was his both blood servants who required some serious training and stuff.

However Malcolm was still unable to comprehend how Mr Jones managed to land so many blows at him. Malcolm did not expect to get beaten by an old man who had to cast a spell to give him a limited strength. As much as it stunned him, the particular display of prowess made him curious regarding Kayden' incapability to fight back his bullies.

He was still trying to figure out and tried all the possible things he could do to enrage the old man. Mr Jones was a vampire and his powers were influenced by either blood or anger. Malcolm inspected him from head to toe before deciding where he should attack next to at least make him injured more than just on lower lip.

'I have to find out his weak spot, it's unbelievable how effortlessly he is exhausting me. Fuck! And he's not even trying to use his powers to the fullest. No, no this is bad. I have trained hardest in the academy, he can't defeat me. It's not possible!'

It was impossible for Malcolm to swallow the self- assumed insult that he was nearly defeated by an old man. On the top of it by a vampire, their nemesis race! Whereas Mr Jones was liking every bit of it which allowed him to display his prowess to teach a lesson to an arrogant kid.

"Are you ready then? I hope you are prepared to accept your defeat."

Mr Jones teased him expecting an infuriated response, since Malcolm was also mixed blood like Kayden his strength and powers differed from Medusa. However Kayden rare RH- Null blood group distinguished him from Malcolm in terms of most things.

Malcolm was still doubtful what was that man's achilles heel because Mr Jones never brought his guard down. Whereas Malcolm had unconsciously showcased his weaknesses, and his major problem was his anger which drove him crazy to the edge of dismembering Jack.

"Always!"

He shouted at him and as expected Malcolm gritted his teeth while the old man smirked upon his success. He charged towards him without thinking twice, driven by rage and impulse Malcolm was at his vulnerable moment. Mr Jones was ready for his attack which he had already predicted without any doubts.

"How silly of you, kid!"

The old man shook his head and stood still allowing Malcolm to approach him. As soon as he got closer Mr Jones grabbed Malcolm by one arm and turned him around. Within a jiffy the old man tucked Malcolm's armpit over his shoulder and tossed him on the table which broke into half.

It was the last bang which Kayden heard up in his room, which made him rush downstairs to inquire about the frequent occurring noises. Whereas Malcolm groaned in agony whereas Mr Jones straightened his back and dusted off his hands.

"There you go, learn to accept defeat, Malcolm. You need to learn a lot, kid. However I will gladly teach all of you some tricks and moves. But before that you gotta clean this mess while I take a nap, I have to cook dinner later."

Malcolm somehow managed to sit on the floor among the torn pieces of the wooden table. Whereas the old man yawned lazily and headed towards his room, when he encountered Kayden in the way outside the lounge. Both father and son were genuinely stunned to see each other's physical appearances.