Catch the biggest fish.

 
It seemed Vlad had finally gotten another job; it couldn't have been more than a week since he had achieved B-rank, and this break was getting to him; he hated to simply lounge around. It made him antsy; he could not wait to get back to work; perhaps it was because he merely traveled from place to place, no real home. "Well, what is the plan today?" He sighed, having heard of this job he was given almost no information. How annoying... Well, it was his own bloody fault! He had allowed himself to simply smile and accept the job, asking little to no questions! How absurd. "Never again!" He swore to himself.

Leaning to the side, his body would simply fall; he was now hanging upside down from the branch of a tree within the forest; it seemed he had spent the night there. "Eh, where was it again?" He dropped from the tree, landing on his feet; it seemed he had forgotten what little information he was told about this job... How annoying. "Eh, OH YEAH!" He chuckled, heading out toward the local docks; as he walked he would open his pouch; the soul would escape and begin to envelop Vlad, changing his appearance into that of his legal counterpart; he was heading to one of the more informed villages; seeing as he was a Coming Storm, he did not feel as though there was any reason to risk exposure... What good would come of it?

With each step his foot would hit the dirt, his speed slowly increasing; it seemed he was wound up. It had been too long since his last job. He could not wait to start this little mission; while it had not been an exceedingly long vacation it still bothered him; why should he have taken it? Well... He was not too sure why he had. Oh, it was coming back to him. Well, he never really forgot! Who would forget such an important part of someones life? He had to travel to Sin; that was one of the more interesting ventures he had gone on in a while too! As he continued his stride, finally reaching a pace he was comfortable with, he began to reminisce on the few days he had spent traveling to Sin; this, however, was not the important part; the most important piece of the trip was his new allegiance. He had decided to serve under Eris, or so he would call her. The name was too god damn long to say, who would blame him? It seemed that this would bring up thoughts of the so many things; none of this would ever be known to the world, and he was fine with that; he knew where he belonged.

Well, to keep it short, he had found a new place to test the waters; perhaps this place would suit his ideals in a much more entertaining way. No, he knew that it would; he knew Eris could lead to the future he wanted; he did choose to serve under her, to devote himself to her. Well, it better work out... He sighed, the thought of failure simply pestering him. It was at this point that he would notice something; the town was quickly approaching him! Hot damn, he had lost track of time. What felt like mere seconds had been an hour, how unfortunate; he often enjoyed the view as he walked to his destination. This was the main reason he did not use his vehicle unless necessary; when a person goes too fast they miss the little things; the little things are what make life such a splendid thing. Well, one of the things...

Vlad slapped himself once, his mind was wandering; what the fuck! Why did he allow his mind to wander to such an idle thought? He simply blamed it on his vacation, cursing the time off under his breathe. This was all he needed to simply focus once more; it seemed he had arrived in the area; well, to be more precise, he was simply in town. He still held a decent distance until he would arrive at the dock.

He would observe the area as he walked; these details were often very useful in building profiles for the townsfolk, and even the simple structure of the place; these were the small things that gave a person the advantage if anything ever happened; if he every found himself fucked by something stupid, or some careless mistake; it was this preparation that would allow for him to escape unscathed. Having spent a few minutes simply looking around, he would head towards the dock.

It was as he arrived at the dock that he could sense it; the competitive nature of all these people; it seemed he had agreed to join a tournament, rather than a job. "I really should screen these things a bit more thoroughly..." He sighed, putting on the best smile he could, given the situation; he was a tad disappointed that he would not be slaying any amazing type of beast, but it was fine; it could be done any day! "On the bright side... There has to be a few attractive females!" He chuckled, taking on his slow saunter he arrived at the entrance of the event. "Yes, yes... Thanks." He waved past the man, it seemed teams were arranged through assigned colors; it was a type of random system, though it was more than likely rigged, just as all of society was. Who could trust humans? They were such flawed beings.

It was at this point that he would begin his stroll through the dock; checking out both the women, and competition, in a single motion; how great a day this would be! Being able to fish, and get paid to do so! This was a job, of sorts. His head would slouch, he knew he was kidding himself; this was no job for a real mage, but it would do.
 

It seemed that there was not much else going on this location; the competition seemed to be the sole activity that the people of this town were doing on this day, or so it seemed from this dock; it was actually a beautiful day, what a shame; why would people not simply enjoy the day and leave their homes, or even this town? Well, it was not his life to waste; he would use this day to, while it was not his first option, catch some fish and earn some cash; this came at an awfully good time too, seeing as his coffers were running low.

Walking around the dock, it seemed people had come prepared; they had brought their own ships and were already boarding them. It seemed that he should fine the person he was assigned with, perhaps they had their own boat? Even if they did not, these people were kind enough to allow for those without ships to simply borrow a plain one. Well, it was nothing like the giant customized ones, it would serve its purpose just as well.

It was just as he examined his environment that he would noticed it; the boats were beginning to set off. What the hell? There had been no real indication that they would start! It was just as this though crossed his mind that he would sense someone approaching him; it seemed to hold no ill intent. Turning around, he would see the female; following the little introduction she gave, and the confirmation of their partnership, he would board the boat.

She seemed to be a person of few words; only having heard her speak when necessary. Her name, the confirmation of their partnership and the phrase that suggested they begin this little competition; these where the only things that he was able to hear from the female, and it seemed they would be the only things she would say; her appearance was not the best he had seen, but it was not too bad. He could appreciate a females body, not matter how she spoke; it seemed he would have to put in a bit of effort to get this one to speak; it was the solemn attitude that threw him off; he had seen the face, and he realized who she was. A Rising Star.

A Rising Star was a person who did things to benefit the country; to help those around them, whether or not they shared a common guild. People that the masses believed to be righteous, those who would fight off the wicked, the evil; they were meant to battle against people like himself. Those that society disliked, nor. Dislike was not a strong enough word to describe the feelings of the people towards those who did not accept the laws of Fiore; society despised, and perhaps feared, these people. In either case it was not of his concern; Vlad did not care for the support of the citizens, nor did he expect it. His goals were not aligned to what they would want; he wanted to correct what they could not see, he wanted to rebuild this place into a country that was something more. No, it was not simply this country, it was the world. This is what lead him so far; this is what lead to him pledging his allegiance to Eris; this is the path he has chosen to take.

The Wizard Saints only propagated this whole mess; they too held responsibility for the path he has chosen to walk, for the death he would cause; for the destruction that would ensue. It was due to people like them, that upheld these rigged systems, that people such as himself had to exist; no, this was not true. This type of person would exist no matter the circumstance; there was always something that had to be changed for the "betterment" of society; he has come to accept this. His thoughts were interrupted by the change in scenery.

Having finally boarded the boat, Vlad was ready to set sail; it seemed that as he stepped aboard the ship his mind was cleared of these thoughts; he now only held the thoughts of winning this damned competition. Who could stop him? He was going to win this thing; he would do as he had to, it is not as though he could not handle the sabotage of a mere ship or two.

Grabbing his fishing pole, he would simply sit near the edge of the boat; it was a rather peaceful day. The waves hit the hull of the boat in such a way that it felt as though they glided across the sea; casting his lure, the anchor would hit the bottom of the sea; it was time to fish. For the next few moments it seemed as though nothing was going to bite, that they had chosen the worst spot to fish; maybe he was just an impatient man. It had been no more then ten minutes since they had stopped and he was already deciding on what to do. "OH! Where are my manners? The name is Cornelius, it is very nice to meet you! So, you're a rising star! How is it? Do you enjoy it?" It was as he asked these questions that he would feel the line tug; he had caught something!

Tugging up, he would catch the little being with ease! It seemed as though he was actually able to catch two at once! How amazing! It's not something that really ever happened, but it did! Looking over to his female compatriot, he would simply scratch his head. It seemed she was not in the best of moods, however, she should be doing a bit more! She should enjoy herself. "Tell me a bit about you! I am awfully curious! What sort of life does a Rising Star live?" He questioned, awaiting her reply. Perhaps she would open up a bit more? Who knew at this point.

 
Vlad was already at the point where he could not understand why the other person would be so quiet! Perhaps he should simply focus on himself? Would it be safe to remove his disguise? Maybe he could do it at some point... Well, it seemed he would have to worry about that at some point; he doubted it would hold any real point. He wouldn't reveal himself yet! There was no real reason for him to reveal who he was, it would only cause a panic and he didn't feel it was necessary. 

The open seas often lead to a relaxing day; no one would really have much else to do with them self, except for relax. This was something he could not do! What were his goals? Well, he wished to create the perfect world; a place where corruption was nonexistent; corruption would be the way in which the rich were able to do as they pleased, not having to do anything. They were the powerhouse of the country; they supported what they wanted and destroyed what they disliked; it annoyed Vlad.

Perhaps it was time for him to think of the future? Although he has stated his goals, many times, he should really decide how to go about the future! Well, what was he going to do now? He would continue his journey with Eris, and Marcy. He would use his own power, coupled with their own, to hopefully complete his goals; perhaps they would understand his views? Accept his ideas and his views on the world, though he doubted they would ever do so. Who held the same thoughts as himself? It was, more likely than not, no one.

It was with this that he began to move around the boat, simply bored out of his fucking mind. What was he to do now? He had to do something that would create an effect! Perhaps he could cause her to do something a bit more fun? Oh! He did have a plan.... 

Walking into the cabin which the captain had been staying, he would simply approach the man from behind; having his scythe appear in his hand, he would simply kill the man; it was now that he would play with the mans soul; it was easy enough. Slaying the man, he would split his soul in half; altering this new half to look as he did now, he would simply put this soul back in his pouch, his original face now taking its shape. Walking out of the cabin he would simply grab the pole, and continue to fish.

Wait, what was he doing? He wanted to stir things up a bit, make this trip a bit more fun! Perhaps she would enjoy the little trick? He didn't have to reveal the man was dead; its not like the ship wasn't going to work; it was still being manned by Azriel; how useful! It seemed that Azriel was a very skilled man who could handle himself in such a variety of situations that it did not even surprise Vlad anymore! He simply expected the man to be able to do whatever he asks of him; sure, this was something that could get them into a messy situation, but he did not care; it had not backfired as of yet!

Standing he was able to just look around for a little bit of time; well, that was very boring and he had decided to create waves! The female was too tired right now! She needed something to spark her interest. Well, that was the goal of all of this; he was ready to do this.

Walking forward, the man was ready to do what he pleased; walking toward the female from behind, it seemed he still hadn't been notices. Dropping his arms around her, he would lean forward; at this point he would whisper into her ear, "What do you do when your nightmare becomes a reality? What do you do if you were to actually meet a storm? Would you be blown away? Perhaps you could handle the gust of wind that would overcome you? Well, it seems we must find out now..." He chuckled, standing, walking forward he would grab the pole and pull it up; another two fish. How simple...
 
It was at this point that he would feel it; the surge of fish rushing out and around the ship! This was the place where they simply won the damned event; they would catch ALL THESE FUCKING FISH! YES! He chuckled, looking around; grabbing a net, he would toss it over the ship; he was sure this would capture all the mother fuckers, and even allow for him to continue his grand exposure! "Well, what do you think? I am much more handsome in person, no?"

With this, a smirk would overtake his face; he seemed to know what would happen, but he did not care at all; he enjoyed what happened when people knew who he was! He was someone who should be known, after all. He had done so much to create such a reputation that these people would be able to know his face, his name. Well, it was fine! 

Walking forward, his saunter depicted just how little he cared; he knew who she was, and he did not really care for her title. Why would he? It was just as easy to obtain her title as it was to obtain his. He would do what he had to in order to become victorious! Well, he didn't really know what he was gonna do. Eh, what to do? AH!

Moving forward, he would simply sit on her, turning around so they were face to face. "Do tell me, how does it feel? Are you scared? Do you feel hate? What do you think of this situation? Do you think I killed them?" He smiled as he asked her these things, leaning in. "Do tell me, Jiyu. Have the lambs stopped screaming?"

 
It seemed this would be the perfect time for Vlad to contemplate on his past; of what took him this far in his life, and what brought him this close to his goals; while he would have loved to share this with those around him, people like Marceline, he doubted it would be worth the time. Not many shared his exact views and even those who did were often those he wished to not associate with; while they had the correct cause for arms, they were often people of a detestable demeanor; they were not the type that one could simply talk to; they were radicals that committed heinous crimes that did very little to further the cause, and often diminished the goals he had; it was with their actions that his goal would seem to be tainted, impure; something that only the most sick of people could wish for; this often saddened Vlad. Why must the incompetent interfere with his plans? Why would they not allow him to simply go about what he wanted, dealing with the problems as they came; if he could do this, then it would be the simplest of goals in the world. Alas, the goal he has is now too corrupted; the others already destroyed the reputation of the goal. Well, it was what it was. 

What was his goal? It seemed people often overlooked the goal of those that society had deemed to be evil, nefarious, degenerated. It was such a tragedy; some goals, which held a generally good idea, was thrown asunder; the people seemed to believe the ends did not justify the means? Why was that? Would it not be okay to eliminate a city to stop a tyrannical dictator who would go on to commit genocide? Was it not okay to sacrifice the lives of the few for those of many? Who had the authority to decide one way or the other? This was something that Vlad often ignored; he could not say he had the authority; no man had the authority to decide on the lives of others, though this was the exact statement he disagreed with; it was an odd process; he found himself discovering things he simply did not agree with. Life was odd like that; he was looking for an answer that would further guide him in his struggles to gain the support of a select few for this endeavor, however, he never found the answers he sought. He was beginning to question his goal and whether it was worth all the trouble it has put him through; perhaps he should simply continue on with his life as it is, and simply accept if his goal was achieved. No, he would never do that! It was a boring way to live, it held no real reason; simply doing whatever, whenever to whoever was not his goal; he wanted to achieve something. What was it that lead him to this goal? Why would he be pushed to sustain this goal? To simply complete it? Was it due to his past? 

His past, it was nothin extraordinary as some would assume; why did all "villains" have to have some sort of a background that led them to commit the heinous acts they did? Why did they always have some sort of archetype that revealed so much about them, without even speaking much of them; it was a rather boring design for a "villain," especially in this day and age. Originality is what allowed for people to make such a great living, though it seemed none were able to provide this valuable resource! How shitty.

Vlad came from a middle of the road bunch, nothing too impressive; his father was a fisherman, and his mother a seamstress; this was what allowed for their comfortable lifestyle. They were people who were neither zealous, nor delinquent. They simply did what they must to survive; it was what allowed for so many families to live in those times; well, it was a rather boring story he would not enjoy diving into; it was not their actions, or beliefs, that led Vlad down this path; it was not their vision he chased, it was his own. 

His vision, his future; these were the two things the propagated him to move forward; he would not rest until he saw his dreams realized. Well, these were not the things he wished to think on at this moment in time; it was useless to simply dream on them; dreaming got you nowhere, you had to earn it. Well, it seemed the female that he had accompanied on this job was acting all high and mighty; why did they believe themselves to be so powerful? He allowed her to simply do as she pleased, talking all the shit that she could desire; words meant little to nothing in this sort of life; who cared for what they said, if they could not back it up? She was the sort to talk? Why? She was so quiet before. 

Bloodlust? This was a poor excuse for bloodlust, how could this be anything on the level of bloodlust? Simply because she was attempting to drink the blood of the beast? Sure, that was a type of lust, however, when one spoke of bloodlust they often brought it to mean a frenzy; simply wishing to kill all that were in its way and dominating all sorts of life; this was a bloodlust, not, it was a frenzy. He could do this, if he so pleased he could slay the girl and beast where they stood, he knew it. With her actions, all of which were very inefficient, and use of more energy than she needed, it seemed she would be easy prey; if he was a man of no honor, of no morals, he could do as he pleased; having expended all this effort, and not slaying the monster, she would have to be entering a tired state; it was not very likely that she could do much else than that.

Why would she put in so much effort? Why was it that she chose to exert such effort? Things like this were meant to be simple, quick, no matter what sort of challenges you faced; a beast such as this? It was nothing in the face of a person who knew how to fight it; fuck, even those who did not know how to fight this beast should surely be able to slay it without much effort! He would have to depict how this was done, it seemed she was not able to handle it all on her own; sure, she would make it seem to be that she could finish it, but he doubted that. These were her actions thus far: 


“Just sit back and learn~” the half demoness chuckled at her own antic there, waiting, not even making a single move until the kraken lunged once more, getting close to them, making Jiyu think it was time to begin combat! Before he could truly strike at them again the creature shrieked and retreated slightly, it’s body shaking as it stared at Jiyu, a sadistic smile coming to her mouth at it’s new found fear of her. Anyone who saw her like this? Was going to hate her for it anyways, Vlad already hated her as she was opposite to him in affiliation, so there was no reason to hold back in front of him! The opinion of this man truly did not matter to her, and she felt excited at the prospect of going further than normal in front of someone, especially since any damages could just be blamed on the dark mage later, no one would believe his word over hers!“Hehehe.” Jiyu had things she had to do before she really got to fighting through, covering her elfin ears until they popped into fluffy flat ones, lowering a hand to hover above her tail, flicking it as the wind surrounded the appendage. Lastly? She placed her hands together as if praying, her heels clicking causing from her finger/toe tips to the bends of her elbows/knees to become dog paws and legs, completing the transformation she could currently manage, making her grin happily, fangs bared and tail wagging. She laughed at the misery she’d put this beast into as she grabbed an arrow from her quiver, kissing it and watching her blood run down the blade, firing it swiftly afterwards, causing an explosion to consume the kraken. Her opponent? Roared in pain and she laughed at it straight out, the only one who could see her take pleasure in this was Vlad, and she felt ecstasy putting on such a show for someone. For the moment her arrow was out, she needed short breaks between ingraining them with her magic, so she took to using her power directly now, lifting her hand with this creepy grin covering her lips “Suffer fishy.” her tail never stopped wagging, swaying to and fro, tickling her own legs. Jiyu watched her wind blades erupt from the air, making straight for the only opponent she had on the field, unless Vlad suddenly moved to attack her or get in the way. Honestly, he might just be in shock from the fact a hard working rising star who had promise, could go and behave so crazy, with such a lust for blood. “Oh yeah, any blood it sheds is mine~” if she could get to it reasonably of course, most of this creature's life essence would be claimed by the water, but she’d be sure to get own fair share of it in as well! Considering the beast had been cut, some of it’s blood was on the deck, her hand running through the substance and bringing it up to her lips for a taste. Jiyu did not have enough care back yet to worry over what she was doing as her tongue eagerly lapped at everything taken to her hand, bringing this heated flush to her face, making her feel as if she was blushing due to the mere taste of blood. If she was? It was understandable this time, she hadn’t had any in some time, since she had been careful on what she did, to avoid anyone seeing her like this, anyone else hating her. “Tornado Ball.” her finger pointed out and she flicked it forward, sending this mini sort of folded in tornado at the kraken, watching once more until he lunged again. Actually? He didn’t lunge he spit water at them. “YOU PERVERTED FISH!” she seem enraged, as now you could clearly see the outside of her shapely form through the soaked fabric of her gown, not that it had left much to imagine to begin with, but now it was multiple times worse. Somehow she had to get back at the squid before she let Vlad have his turn, but she had to wait for her next arrow, just a little while longer. That time was confused when she started panting, gripping the side of the boat when she noticed the water actually did damage, hurt her, teeth grinding in anger. “Take this fuck head!” she drew and prepared her next arrow, firing it swiftly and watching as it struck the water, hopping it would work, and luckily it narrowly did due to a rock not far beneath the surface, tornado’s erupting, thought they turned into water sports due to being over the water. Suddenly she seemed to grow bored of the enemy or something. 

These were the things he had observed thus far, it seemed she was way too inefficient, just as he had thought. Her motions seemed to be missing something, but what was it? It was something that he had often believed was even missing from this very world; it was something so simple, but yet something that could not be faked easily; elegance. Elegance was something that could only be obtained after many years of training, and not many had decided it to be something worthy of such commitment; these people were idiots, they were unable to understand its importance. This, however, does not mean she was an idiot, perhaps she had just never known this? Well, ignorance was bliss, and who did not enjoy living a simple life? Well, Vlad was one person. It seemed that leading a simple life was overly boring; nothing new would ever occur, and it would become monotonous very quickly; he would not be able to do it for the entirety of his life. Well, this is why he was not living such a life; it would have led him to suicide. 

Alas, it seemed that this was not all that he had found incorrect with her movements; she merely went for blood, for some indication of damage; it was not always the wisest of decisions, these things could lead a beast into a fit of rage, causing shit to get out of hand very quickly. Having let out a slight sigh, it seemed he was too little to late to do anything; sure, he knew this already, but it was not something that should be ignored; when attacking such a large beast, especially a kraken, it was not the best idea to be very showy; it simply blinded the attacker in their own pride and ego. This leads to clumsy mistakes that may lead to the death of said assailant. Well, all life must end at some point!

It was as she finished up her little show, and finally walked away, that he would finish this. It seems she took too long on this little fella, and he had not wished to have to deal with this beast for too long. It was a tad bit annoying, he simply wanted to win this damned contest. Looking up the the beast it was a very slippery being; it's skin covered in something that was, definitely, not water. It was, more then likely, something that simply allowed for the beast to move at an accelerated rate underwater. Well, it did not matter; it was nothing that could stop his wrath.
Looking around the area, Vladimir simply smirked, this would be perfect. A place to showcase his new abilities, hell, he would enjoy this! Cracking his knuckles, he would simply look at the being, it took no more than this. Smirking a bit, Vladimir would simply begin to channel the souls of the damned, of the long departed, of those that could not find salvation; it was these wandering souls that he would use today, they would be he best catalyst for these spells, and the location they found themselves in gave no better choice. It was an amazing stroke of luck, really. "Damnation comes to all those who believe themselves better than another; I've accepted that I am damned, but have you?" He chuckled, looking over to the Rising Star; it seemed she had taken a back seat and would simply allow him to continue what it was he was doing. It was as he spoke that figures would rise from the water; all having different bodies, shapes, and faces the only similarity bewltween them all was the fact that they were semi-transparent; through these beings one could see the rides begin to grow in size; the ocean was crying out, pleading for the souls to return to where they had lay. However, it was too late. They broke free, being commanded by their truest of masters; Vladimir. It seemed he held total domain over these beings and saw no need to hold back with his onslaught; he would be sure to allow these souls to return to where they lay, after he was done with them.
Souls were expunged from the sea, being thrown into the air; it was as they flew upward that it became apparent that they were forming a shape; something that was very vague at first. There were holes in his outline, there were not enough souls yet, though the effects could be felt. The souls were drawing energy from the beast. It was clear that the beast was experiencing this, it was something that it could not avoid! The souls took shaoe, a dome had formed around them all; it seemed that the being was more focused on the pain it was feeling, rather than the boat. Thrashing in the water, the waves became more hostile, uninviting. Crashing against the hull of the boat, it was doubtful that many would be able to stand; vlad, however, stood; he was uneffected by this showcase. It was going to die, so why give a damn about what it did? This was the beasts finale; the crashing of the waves a serenade, lulling the beast to the cold embrace of death; it seemed that this would not be all that Vladimir would have this animal accept.
As it writhed in pain, being unable to cope with the loss of health to these souls - which would be  returned to Vlad- he decided to settle the beast; it was not as though he was unable to stop it where it was! It was a simple task, something someone of his caliber would have no problem dealing with! A more nefarious smile would envelop his face as he looked over to the Rising Star; this spell targeted all that were not Vladimir. There was no differentiating between friend and foe; she would feel the entirety of the damage the beast felt, and he was overjoyed. Perhaps this would teach her the true pains of a mage, what it meant to be unable to move on; would she feel the pains of the damned souls? Those who fought so desperately to return to the world of the living? She damned well better be; these lives were often lost to those of the "legal" mages. Simply killing as they pleased, all in the name of justice; it disgusted Vlad. Well, she would probably survive this. Hell, it was not a concern of his at the moment; right now all he cared for was this beast; towering over the boat it must have known it was doomed; it wanted to kill all those who had hurt it; to drag them to Hell along with it. As though Vlad would allow this. As the creature raised its tentacle, Vlad simple chuckled; he enjoyed the view. Watching the beast fight tonsurvive, and live what measly a life it had, was something he was enjoying. Perhaps he would be able to see a bit more of this!
Swinging it's tentacle diwn, the beast was attempting to live. It fought for survival. It was doomed, in the end. Nonethless, it was a valiant attempt; if this was a human he would respect it; the average human merely begged for their life; having no fight in them, they would drop to their knees and grovel before him. It was pathetic and he disliked it; did they have so little self worth as to simply beg for their life? Why not fight to survive? Why were people so pathetic? Well, he was no longer grouped with those disgusting beings, so it was fine. He did not have to be lumped together with the weak. It was at the moment that the creature launched its attack that Vlad simply moved his hand; gesturing for the being to leave them be. It was with this motion that he would look over, yet again, to the rising star. "I have experienced many thinhs, but the most interesting has to be the way the soul will grip to what it believe could help it; help its own survival. I love seeing those chains rip up and bind people." He chuckled, turning his head back to the beast.
From the water shot a chain, much like the souls; it was semi transparent, however, it was a physical object. The manifestation of the soul was a fun thing; it took a plethora of shapes that he could use. He simply had to bend it's will. This chain would wrap around the tentacle of the beast, halting it's movement; another three chains shot from the water; it completely bonded the being in place; the chains wrapped around the body of the beast, and blind the tentacles together; it seemed the being was helpess, left to the will of Vladimir. "Well, I suppose it is time to die..." He chuckled, looking over the beast.
It was as he said this that the air around him would begin to smell of an older age; the smell of alcohol and perfume would fill the air; yes, this was what he had done. The beast, and the rising star, would both begin to be affected by this aroma; it would lure the people in, just as it had many centuries ago; luring them in, whilst killing them. It was spectacular; it was not only this! They would become more sensitive to everything, including damage. Yes, this was a beautiful three prong attack that would, surely, destroy the beast. It was over the period of a minute that one could watch as the beast attempted to escape the cold embrace of death, until it had finally decided it was not going to escape; it merely accepted it's death; with this, Vladimir would cut a piece of the krakens tentacle and begin to devour it; with this, Vladimir was able to feel the power of this beast flow through him; it was now under his control. How useful this would be!
Watching as the beast simply floated there, within reach, he chuckled; opening his pouch he would allow the soul to run over his body; it began to alter his appearance, it allowed him to continue as he had in the beginning. Looking around, he would simply smile. "I believe we have won this little challenge." It was with this that he would simply walk over to the chair which he began in. Taking a seat he would smirk.
"Well, it seems this was too easy a challenge for someone of my standing. Why expend a large amount of energy to slay a beast that has such a basic composure? It is ridiculous! Perhaps you need to reevaluate what you wish to do? Can you handle this life? Will you be able to deal with even greater monsters? I'm not entirely sure you can? Did you see the grace with which I handled this situation? It was how any amazing mage would handle this; I shall not falter in my approach to greatness! It seems you are already stumbling along your path. You innards do not match your external. Can you continue this farce? Will you survive? Why must you humans put up such a guise? Why do you not simply live and enjoy who you are, what you are? Do not answer me with anything that would deal with morality, loyalty, or even the law. These are merely constraints you lay upon yourself. Now, can you even answer me?" He chuckled, simply looking at the sky. It was a beautiful day after all.
Watching the sky he would simply sit there, allowing the boat to move as it may across the sea. Perhaps they would arrive back at the dock in a matter of minutes, perhaps hours. It was not something that he could care to control, at all. Sure, a person could simply force waves to occur and allow for a faster movement, or even control the wind to do as they command, but why? Why not simply allow for it to do as it must, allow for nature to drift them to their destination; they were done with this job, after all, and it's not as though he could not relax now. He had earned this little bit of rest.
As the boat drifted through the ocean he simply sit there, allowing his mind to wander for a while; if he were to be threatened, or attacked, in any way he would know. It's not as though he would be totally defenseless just because he was taking a break; he was always aware of his surroundings; the Rising Star was probably going to be angry by the mere fact that he had attacked in such a way as to hurt her as well. It was what it was; he couldn't change the past, nor would he even if he could. He did not regret his actions, and he enjoyed it. Sure, it was slow, but not everything in life was as fast paced as it could be.
As the ship docked in the harbor, Vlad would exit without any hesitation. He simply approached the male, and collected his reward; while it was not very much, it did not mean that he was unappreciative. He would always accept the cash, it was something that could sway any amount of power. Money was power, it was success. It allowed for so much to occur.
It was shortly after this that Vladimir would walk through an alleyway, his regular appearance returning; he was on the prowl for something good; it had been too long since he had last enjoyed himself. Entering into a bar, he would simply walk over and grab a shot of whiskey; the alcohol moved through his system and allowed him to feel a bit better. Leaning over, he would begin to whisper into a females ear; it mattered not what her appearance was, it simply seemed like she could offer him what he had desired.
Escorting the female out of the bleak bar, he would allow her to grant him entrance into her apartment; this was amazing. Hunting with this gift was easy as ever. Entering behind the female, he would close the door and allow her to lead him to her chambers. As she passed through the doorway, Vladimir would simply grab the side of her head, slamming it into the wall.
It was with this that she would enter the unxonscious, her body falling into his arms. "Naive people. The powers of an incubus are amazing. Why did I not find this earlier?" He chuckled, throwing her onto the bed. Walking through the house, he would simply grab one of the knives that she had used the night prior. It seemed sharp enough.
Running the blade down her leg, he simply smirked, a sacrifice was amazing. Tearing off her skirt and flannel shirt he would look her over; she was nothing special. B cup at best. "Well, I do appreciate you being such a gracious sacrifice! In the name of Eris, I condemn you to the burning abyss." He chuckled, slitting her throat.


This was the end  his objective was met and he was thrilled with what progress he had made today. The amount of knowledge he possessed was growing at such a rate that he was proud of himself. He loved it. He was amazing. His dreams were within reach.