The Extra Wants Control

A bolt of red lightning tore through the night sky, " crackle!"

It struck dead center on a mansion... It was quite for some seconds then... "BOOOM!" An igniting inferno that erupted with a loud. Flames dark-red flames, devoured the structure. The wood, metal, stone bricks, broke first then were engulfed in red flames, the wood turning to ash while the stome and metal softened as they glowed red and then turned into soft lava.

The shockwave from the explosion rippled outwards, shaking the very foundations of neighboring buildings.

The night was now covered in an eerie red glow.

The heat intensified with each passing second. It became hotter than random things suddenly burst into flames even people.

Screams pierced the air, screams of terror, pain, grief and confusion. Some vampires were caught in the blast zone and were incinerated instantly, their bodies reduced to wisps of ash before they could even react.

Neveah watched the chaos unfold with no emotion.

He moved with ease through the carnage as he snatched a charred arm from a fallen noble to make a new soldier for his growing legion.

The explosion was like a beautiful flower blooming in the night it formed into a crimson mushroom cloud.

The shockwave continued its rampage, spreading outwards and shattering windows in its wake.

Houses previously untouched by the flames began to catch fire, with he fire spreading with alarming speed.

Panic swept through the noble district like a plague.

"What was that?" a voice shrieked with terror.

"We're under attack, you idiot!" another voice snapped back.

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"Attack? But… but we're nobles! Who would dare attack us?" a third voice cowered in in fear and confusion.

Amidst the chaos, a person spotted Neveah on the rooftop of a burning house. "Hey, look over there!" he yelled, pointing to Neveah.

"There's a person there!"

All eyes turned towards the black-clad figure with the crimson rose badges adorning his attire.

Neveah met their gazes with a mocking gesture – he made a huge ice fist that raised it's middle finger. The nobles below were shocked then got angry...

But before any attack could be launched, Neveah vanished into the dark smoke-covered air.

" The hell was that?" Someone shouted in anger.

"Let's get that bastard!" one of them roared, his voice trembling with fury.

Another, more level-headed vampire stepped forward. "No," he countered shaking his head and his voice firm.

"We have a bigger problem right now. Let's get some water and try to contain the fire before it spreads any further."

Frustration crackled in the air. One of the vampires who had lost a comrade in the blast sputtered in outrage. "But that guy…"

"Enough!" the level-headed vampire interrupted. "I know who he is. He's with that 'Commoner Revolutionary something… We'll deal with them later. But right now, we need to make sure our tokens are safe before something else happens." He said as he made a mud wave that covered and stopped the flames from spreading but he couldn't extinguish it that easily... The mud hardened before it met the flame...

But they somehow managed to contain it and that was goo for now.

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd. The threat of losing their tokens, the very thing that decided the level of their power and status, outweighed the desire for immediate vengeance.

Baron Verik, his face flushed and tie loosely hanging and his shirt, one half tucked the other untucked with a slip of it shoved through his unzipped pants, "B-boss… bad news! Our tokens… they're gone!"

The area fell silent after the declaration.

A vein throbbed in the temple of the bald man who made a mud barrier yo prevent the fire from spreading... "Gone? What do you mean gone? Those tokens are practically indestructible. They wouldn't burn!" He yelled.

"You think I don't know that?!" Baron Verik exploded in anger also. 'Does this bakd idiot take me for a fool? My tokens are also gone and he is getting mad at me? Does he think he is the only one with balls, or are his three?' Verik thought.

"What did you say to me?" the bald man, Ronald said.

"Watch your tone, Baron."

"Mehn... Screw you!" Verik spat back he was frustrated right now and this man kept annoying him while shouting at him.

"You have some nerve," Ronald said, his eyes glowing red as they trembled in fury. The air crackled with a heavy killing intent, imposing pressure on Verik.

A third figure, clearly higher in rank than Verik, intervened before things escalated further. "Calm down," he said, his voice a soothing.

"Baron Verik, elaborate. What happened?" He then said.

Verik, catching his breath as he saw his life flashing before his eyes.... just offered a brief explanation. "Well… the tokens… they've been stolen. Not just from one house. Everyone's tokens seem to be missing."

A collective gasp rippled through the stunned area. "What? How?" Ronald roared, his fury increasing further.

"Yeah, how?" The calm one, Shamah said.

"Wait... Weren't you in charge of patrol and security today? How did we get attacked, not to mention robbed, under your watch?" Ronald said.

Verik squirmed under their accusing stares. "Well… it was a surprise attack, even to us."

"Surprise?" Ronald scoffed.

"Tell me, Verik, what were you really doing? You look… flushed." Ronal said.

He leaned closer as he held Verik's collar ... his eyes narrowing.

He got a whiff of a VERY familiar perfume and then saw a lipstick mark on his nape ... Indicating his blood had been sucked ...

Verik flinched when the mark was found.

A wave of rage rose in Ronald... Reaching even new heights. "You bastard! You were busy… with my wife?! She even sucked your blood?!"

"Boom!" a wave of killing intent erupted from Ronald...

Finally, Shamah spoke, his voice laced with l authority.

"Calm down, both of you," he said, his words aimed at the seething figure beside him.

"We have to get the tokens back. After that, you can have your 'talk'."

Ronald, his aura still crackling with raw anger, narrowed his eyes. "How about I just deal with him now?" he growled.

Baron Verik was scared.... He broke free of Ronald's hold by leaving him his shirt amd started to run away shirtless.

But... two thick tentacles of mud, brown and wet materialized from Ronald ensnaring his legs.

Verik was horrified and wanted to scream but chocked instead as the mud tentacle slithered upwards his body engulfing him in its suffocating embrace. The mud tentancles writhed and contracted, squeezing tighter with each passing second and formed a huge cocoon as it grew even bigger.

" Crunch!" The cocoon tightened, then grew silent. It became even wetter thanks to Verik's blood.

"Sigh, What a waste." Shamah shook his head.

"Now, let's go get the tokens back. If I remember correctly, the city those commoners are holed up in is Westley's old region." Ronald said.

"Yeah, let's go,"