Name: Elanore (Ella)
Race: Vampire
Age: 1500
Sex: Female
Level: 2782
Class: Divine Witch
Sub Classes: [Grand Master Manamancer],[Grand Master Enchanter],[Grand Master Alchemist],[Grand Master Sorcerer],[Grand Master Jeweler],[Grand Master Golemer],[Journeyman Warrior],[Apprentice Priest],[Novice Beast Tamer],[Novice Artist]
Devotion(s):
Title(s): Vampire Witch of Delusion, Queen of the Energy Drinks
Health: 4,789,421,010
Stamina: 7,789,521,964
Mana: 13,127,563,899
Skills: [...]
Equipment: [Divine Witch Hat of the Devouring Demon Goddess],[Divine Witch Gloves of the Ever Reaching Cluster],[Divine Witch Robes of the Mana Consuming Realm],[Divine Witch Boots of Divinities Sough],[Divine Ring of the Daybreak Owl],[Divine Ring of the Twilight Squirrel],[Divine Cloak of the Vampire Witch],[Divine Staff of the Manapire Goddess]
"Huh, I guess I really did level up. But what is the point of a stat increase after already having high stats?" Ultimately, Elanore could only shrug and will away the table in front of her. "I guess I should return back to reality. A certain wyvern girl will probably miss me...Hopefully…"
The vampire held up her staff, and the planes around her whisked away. Her eyes returned to normalcy, and she blinked open the planes around her. The moment she arrived, there was a group of humans waiting below her.
"There she is!" Someone shouted.
"The goddess has come back to us!"
"Yeah, remember what Mathew said? It's true!"
Ah fuck...Ah shit! Elanore looked around in a panic. Aside from the cheering people beneath her, she saw the cracked ground all around them. The damage to the terrain remained.
"Mistress!" A familiar voice called from above her.
She looked up to see the maid flapping her wings. "We gotta get out of here, right now!"
"Goddess! Where are you going!?"
The vampire clenched her teeth together and imagined the face of that warrior in her mind. She could see his stubbled chin and that small scar beneath his eye, and she wanted to give him another one. What did that bastard tell them? That whole thing about being a goddess was a lie, you know!?
Elanore looked towards the small wooden town, and she saw the group of adventurers waiting at the gate. They waved to her, and their leader, Mathew, bore a smug grin.
The vampire sighed and flew upwards, away from the ravenous goddess chants below her. She joined the wyvern in the air and grabbed onto Naela's hand.
"Let's go!"
Elanore took her maid's hand and didn't let go. The space of the world seemed to fold in front of her, and after a split second, she vanished from above that clearing.
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The pink-haired vampire arrived at the edge of a grassy cliff. The grasslands and the forests were all behind her now, and in front of her, there was a large city, stretching as far as her eyes could see. By far, it was bigger than any inhabited place she'd been so far, and she could see the faint lights of torches way down below.
"Mistress…"
Elanore let go of Naela's hand and sighed. "I know! I am sorry about all of that. I kind of don't know what's happening and don't even really know how I got here."
"Mistress…"
"I mean, it wasn't like it was my fault that all of those people are acting weird. It was the fault of those undead! Why did they even have to show up at a time like that of all times? And then there was that plane...By the way, it looks so much different in reality."
"Mistress…"
The vampire breathed another deep sigh. "And then I keep pulling you around everywhere. I feel like I am acting strange now and just saying things, but that's what happens when…"
Naela sighed and grabbed onto Elanore's shoulders. "I am sorry for this, mistress."
The wyvern kissed Ella's lips.
Elanore felt a feeling like a bolt of electricity running up and down her spine, and her eyes widened. Naela's lips felt tender against the vampire's own.
Ella's heart thumped in her chest, and she closed her eyes, breathing in the wyvern's scent. The heavenly scent of Naela filled her nostrils, and the vampire's brain started short circuiting.
Why is this happening? But it feels too good…
When Elanore finally opened her eyes, the wyvern pulled away from her, leaving the vampire frozen.
Naela's cheeks were as red as a cherry, and the wyvern pushed her fingers together, a smile never leaving her face. "That felt even better than I imagined…"
Elanore swallowed, and her eyes started to glow again. Despite being unable to die, she thought she might have another heart attack from standing in the aftermath of that delicate action.
"Why did you…"
The wyvern's smile remained. "I didn't know when I would get another chance again, and you didn't look like you were going to stop talking any time soon, mistress." The wyvern performed a clumsy curtsy. "Does that displease you?"
Elanore shook her head and latched onto Naela's cheeks with her hands, straightening out the wyvern. "Of course it doesn't." Ella took a deep, nervous breath. "In fact, I don't mind if it happens again."
Naela answered the call, grabbing onto her mistress and pulling her close. The wyvern planted her lips against Ella's.
Even though the vampire had thought she prepared herself this time, it was clear that neither of them knew what they were doing. Their actions were clumsy, and Ella was pretty sure she scraped her fang against Naela's lip.
However, at the end of it all, Naela pressed her nose against Elanore's. The wyvern smiled and let out another deep breath. "I have been hoping that this would happen for a while. Until tonight, I had no idea if it was possible, but the mistress made it obvious."
Ella wrapped her arms around Naela, feeling the wyvern's warmth against her own. They held each other tenderly with the night and the sound of crickets being the background music.
All of those frantic feelings the vampire felt started to fade away into their own oblivion, eaten away like those undead from her spell. But as her mind cleared, tears started to fall from her eyes.
"Mistress?"
Elanore sniffled. "I didn't expect that something like this would make me emotional."
All of those levels that I put into strengthening my character, and I put no resistance against these kinds of feelings!?
The vampire felt the wyvern's hand press against her head and begin to pet her.
"There, there, mistress. It will all be okay…"
And now I am being comforted by the one who kissed me!? What is this kind of weakness?
But the wyvern's hand was unrelenting, and the abyss of pats stared into Elanore.