"How gaudy. You call this interesting? I've seen four year old children with more terrifying abodes." Drana stood amidst an unnerving mist that crawled across the walls and floor, obscuring the countless arched tunnels that bore their way into them. It seemed more like the focal dumping point of a sewage system than the domain of a vampiric lord; only the coldness and blue-tinged atmosphere had averted such gross interpretations, ultimately. A deep groan reverberated from within the cloud, obviously more annoyed than fearsome.

"Your insolence is getting on my nerves, human. You may have torn your way through scores of pitiful undead that could barely crawl out of their own graves, but your rampage ends here," the mechanical, crackling voice responded. Drana reached into her pants pocket and retrieved a small white note, reciting it with an apathy that would get any royal messenger sentenced to the guillotine.

"The ugly vampire has been found guilty on too many accounts to count. Some include the unneeded enthralling of cows, and proceeding to tip them, demands for weekly maiden sacrifice," Drana looked up from her note to the invisible entity beyond and rose an eyebrow, "You have some bad taste I must say. The town is quite lacking." She continued with the note, "Unwanted dumping of undead in the local orphanage, using your thralls to steal material from the quarry to build poorly-representative statuettes, and general tomfoolery." Drana paused for a long moment, scanning over the note quite carefully before flicking it to the side.

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that right?" she groaned, as if it were her problem to deal with.

"Aaah! Silence!" the monster screamed back. The clouds suddenly dispersed to reveal a winding body covered in metal plating and ripped blue cloth. At its head, a masked and scarred metal visage stared down at Drana with spiteful, darkened eyes. The centipede's legs rippled like a wave where the creature had reared up, towering over the human standing before it. "You die here," it claimed. Lashing out with viper-like speed, the centipede monster slammed its foremost talons into the spot where Drana had jumped from.

Stepped aside, really, would have been a better term. Drana apathetically turned to the temporarily paused beast and readied her fist.

"What can you do against my armo-GAH!" the creature screamed bloody murder as Drana quite literally punched a hole into the side of its chest. Her arm was doused in orange blood that dripped copiously from the wound, with more of it gushing plentifully as she gripped the structure held within. A sickening crunch, tear, and Drana pried some tissue from the monster's innards. By then, she had already drowned herself in the creature's ichor. Recoiling in pain, the centipede eventually came through and had begun to laugh heartily.

"The blood in your eyes will kill you, surely," it proclaimed, hunched over at the point Drana had entered. Unfettered, Drana simply eyed the bulbous organ she gripped in her barely visible hand. A sudden spark in her eyes, and the grin that accompanied it confused the vampede. "Wait- what are you doing-" Voraciously, Drana tore into the sac with her mouth, devouring as much of the gore as she could like some starved crow into the body of a tortured war criminal. She quickly gagged, but maintained a steady pace, failing to hack up the undoubtedly toxic material she was voraciously consuming. "You're fucking insane!"

Within but minutes, the large sack of meat had been fully ingested, leaving but a few trails of gore splattered on the wet stone below. Cracking her knuckles, Drana cemented the surety that this so-called vampire lich centipede was about to loose tenure.

"Your title is too long, shitface."