Midorimacchi

Vampire Mafia

VALENTE
Valente froze when the spirit appeared and kissed his forehead, sending a cold shiver down his spine. He had forgotten that by hanging out with Adrien there was a higher chance of seeing that creepy spirit, but it was better to keep an eye on things then to blatantly ignore it. He would just have to toughen up and bare through it! So what if this creepy spirit was in love with him? He wasn't fazed by it! He grew up with ten brothers and a fearless sister so he knew how to brush things off easily! But despite saying all that, he couldn't stop the feeling of his heart sinking when he thought about the future.

Quickly wiping the spot the spirit kissed with the back of his hand. his mood did a total 180 and he clasped Adrien's shoulders with a happy smile," Well! Let's pretend that never happened okay? As I was saying, we're going to be the best of friends now so let's get you out of his dingy cellar and into your own room! As of now, you are an honorary member of the Giordano family! Well, maybe not a member? I think you have to be a vampire to actually be a member...but I'm a member, and I'm not a vampire, but maybe I'm a special case???" he paused, looking into the distance with a glazed stare. He quickly snapped out of it though and returned his attention to Adrien, " Anyway, you might not be a member but you're going to stay here from now on! Atleast until I find that basketball I'm looking for....So if you've ever seen Beauty and the Beast, you're Belle, the Boss is the Beast, and I can be that smooth talking candle thing!" He explained as they walked up the stairs to exit the cellar. He wasn't totally sure if Protettore would allow this human to live in the fortress, but it wasn't like they had alot of choices.

RYOICHI
Ryo took it as a personal insult that his Grandpa chose to call Ryuu rather him, but didn't let it get to him. There could be a number of reasons why Grandpa Jecht called Ryuu and not him so he didn't dwell on it. He did brighten up when Jecht greeted him and he piped up, " Hi grandpa!! I'm even stronger now!" He stuck his tongue out at his brother, in addition to flicking him off, and listened to what his Grandpa Jecht was saying. When the call ended, Ryo was ready to throw another punch, but Ryuu fled before he had the chance. " Yeah, you better run, weak bitch!" He called after him, watching him leave. " AHAHAHAHAHA did you see how quickly he retreated Mama?" He turned back to where he left Vencentio, only to find it empty. " Mama?? Mama?!" Panic flooded his veins at the thought of Vencentio missing! It was his one job, and he couldn't even do it correctly! But damn it if anyone was going to find out he failed, especially that bastard Ryo, so he started his search for his Mama, hoping not to run into his father or one of his underlings.

But luck was not on his side today.

AMPELLIO
" Don't worry, Marcy took him," Ampellio mumbled through a mouthful of bread, holding an entire footlong sub in one hand and a plastic bag in the other. Ryo stopped his frantic searching to look at Ampellio with an unreadable expression. The older vampire merely smiled and took another bite of his meatball sub. It was no secret that Protettore's children didn't like him too much, but Ampellio didn't mind. As long as he had Protettore's interest, he could make it through anything. And since these were Protettore's children, even if they weren't blood related, he tended to treat them nicely. " Here, I got these for you to share with your brother, but since he ran off, I guess you can have them all." He offered the plastic bag over to Ryo, who took it slowly and peered inside. " This is just convenience store junk! I can't eat this, I need to loose fat, not gain it!"

Just like a shift in the tide, Ampellio's smile faded into a frown and he narrowed his eyes at the boy, " You think I would buy you junk food, Ryoichi? Do you think I would allow you to eat such disgusting things? No. I have collected the best, the only best, and most nutritious food for you to aid your training." All too suddenly, Ampellio was right in Ryo's face and reached into the bag, pulling out a HotPocket and waving it infront of the startled vampire's face, " Did you know that HotPockets have ZERO trans fat per serving and are a great source of calcium? Not only that but they contain seven essential vitamins and minerals, in more than thirty different varieties?? Their iron, niacin and riboflavin are at fifteen percent! Fifteen percent, Ryoichi, and you think this is garbage?"

"N-no! I mean...I d-didn't know, I'm sorry!" Ryo took the HotPocket that Ampellio had been holding and cradled it carefully in his hands, " Thank you so much, I'll go heat this up right now!" He stumbled over himself to run to the kitchen and Ampellio chuckled to himself as he watched him go. " Just as planned," he commented before taking a couple more bites of his delicious sandwich and continuing on his way to Protettore's room.

It wasn't that Ampellio was an avid food enthusiast--well not just that anyway--but he enjoyed manipulating people into doing what he wanted, and if he wanted someone to eat a HotPocket, then they were sure as hell going to eat that HotPocket, and enjoy it.

Vampire Mafia

PROTETTORE
Protettore listened carefully as the human recalled the actions of what happened and tried not to butt in to ask questions. He needed to deal with this quickly and then find out what the situation was with that mysterious long haired woman that had shown up in his fortress, so he had no time to waste. " I see...." He muttered darkly, tightening his hands into fists, " Rioz, those fools. Just wait until I see them again..." He trialed off in an ominous tone, completely ignoring Adrien now. The Rioz family were always one step away from getting their shit wrecked, but now that they had somehow convinced one of his men to turn on him, and had hurt Vencentio in the process, then they were going to pay. And soon. But for now he had this human to deal with, a spirit to find and sort out, and then take down the Rioz once and for all. But with Vencentio resting, he would probably have to take Valente and Marcellina with him and make this a personal mission. Just the thought of getting back into the field and killing some Rioz scum got his blood pumping.

Turning his attention back to the human, Tori grabbed the back of his neck and brought him closer, bearing his fangs, " Your information was useful, but you know too much about my fortress' location and members so you must die now." He said, completely unfazed, and tilted the boy's head so it exposed his neck. He leaned in, ready to deliver the bite of death when-

"WAIT!!!"

VALENTE
It was only by Oz's divine greatness that Valente managed to get to the cells in time to stop Protettore from killing the only hope he had left. He arrived just as his Boss was about to swoop in for the kill and he cried out, " WAIT! NO! STOP!" Protettore, thankfully, stopped in time and turned to face him with the darkest expression the wizard had ever seen on him. " What do you want? As you can see, I. Am. Busy." His words were like venom and Valente felt like crying all over again. But he pulled through and held his ground. If he could face off against the Prince of Hell, he could face Protettore. Maybe. Probably. Hopefully. So he threw on his best smile and approached the vampire and his prey. " Wellllll, you see here Boss, remember the creepy woman from before? The one with the hair? Yes, well, I managed to stop the threat and took away her powers! Yes, go me! But...well...after a series of unfourtante events, THAT I COULD NOT CONTROL!!!!, Imightofaccidentlybondedthespiritandthathumanyou'reholdingandifhediesshewillbreakfreeandpossiblykilleveryoneinthisfortressoutofanger."

There was a moment of silence between the three men. Valente was gasping for air, the human was probably stunned and Protettore had on his best poker face. Finally, after Valente regained control of his breathing, Tori released the human from his clutches, only to push him towards the wizard, " This is your mess so you clean it up. If I see that bitch again Valente, I will hold you personally responsible. And even if I can't kill you, I will make it so you wish that I had." He spat and stormed out of the room. Valente laughed as the Don retreated up the stairs, but it was more of a hysterical 'ohmygodialmostdied' kind of laugh that quickly turned into sobbing. If only those two idiot children of Tori's had kept away and not messed any of this up, Valente could be relaxing with an ice cold glass of tea or something, instead of babysitting this human. Speaking of which....

" Hello there!" He ceased his dramatic cries and turned towards the human. " You're probably wondering what is going on and why you've possibly seen a spirit with long hair around, but don't worry I'll explain everything so your little human mind can understand, okay! Also, it looks like we're going to be the best of friends now so we might as well know each other's names, right? I'm Valente and I'm going to be your protector from now on!" He beamed and held his hand out for the other to take.

TRIXXTAL
Trixxtal was worried that Protettore hadn't received his message of distress when he didn't receive one back. Had Protettore gotten his message? Had he sent it correctly? No matter how many times someone taught him, Trixxtal could never get the hang of this...'texting' thing that everyone was so crazy about. Oh, how he remembered the fond memories of when sending messages were as easy as writing a letter in a bottle and sending it off into the waves, or through the post office or carrier pigeon or what have you. But now, now you had this stupid electronic device with too many buttons and too many functions that just got on your nerves and what made it worse was that this new model that Jecht bought him didn't even have buttons. It was just a screen that lit up when you touched it and that only made Trixxtal more confused. When he didn't receive a message back within the next few minutes, he decided to abandon the hope that Protettore would help him out and tried to deal with Jecht's anger himself.

" I don't know Jecht, I kind of like it? It suits you! The colors really bring out...your personality?" He tried, but failed at consoling the enraged vampire. Honestly, Trixxtal felt like going over there himself and slapping that moronic wizard into next week for daring to touch Jecht's precious hair, but he had to be sensible about this. No matter how much they hated that blasted wizard, he was vital for Protettore's safety and well being and needed to stay alive. But then again, it had been a while since they saw Protettore and Ryo and Ryuu and it would be delightful to see them again. " No, you're right, let's kill him. Let's kill him in his sleep."

Vampire Mafia

VALENTE
Valente's crying had covered up Vencentio's conversation with his children, so he heard none of it. Instead, he remained splayed out on the floor, crying to himself about the lost basketball. The LAST thing he wanted was that spirit to find the charmed sports ball and regain her magic, just to come back and haunt him all over again. Just as a fresh wave of tears welled up, he suddenly came to a realization! While he couldn't find the basketball any time soon, he could find the human that he spirit was tied to and make sure he didn't cause any trouble, like find the damn thing. " Yes..yes that's it," He sobbed, trying to get back on his feet, but was having a hard time doing so, " The humans! The HUMANS!" He cried out as he began to stagger out of the hallway and towards the stairs. Fortunately enough for him, the brothers were still fighting each other and didn't witness his current state of desperation. Because he normally isn't this uncool! Promise.

PROTETTORE
It was strange being in the human cells with no intention to feed. Even though he was born as a vampire and has controlled his bloodlust most of his life, he still found himself having to hold back from attacking one of them. So as he walked through the cellar, he stayed as far away from the cells as he could and held his breath. It was never a good thing for a vampire to be in a room full of humans, especailly in a blocked off space as a cellar. But he needed to find out what happened to Vencentio, and the human that had came in with him had all the answers. Before he reached the last cell, which was previous empty until a few minutes ago, his cell phone jingled.

From -> Trixxtal
Subject -> ??????

- RINBO *3+&T '!^8+ ?? heLP PLZ....!!!!!! -

Years of receiving messages exactly like this one had made Protettore into an expert at reading his poor technologically challenged uncle's messages. Apparently Jecht's hair color had suddenly turned into an assortment of colors, resembling a rainbow, and Trixxtal thinks that Valente was the one behind it. Letting out a dramatic sigh, Tori pocketed his phone and continued towards the cell. The hatred between Jecht and Valente had been going on for years, ever since Tori first found the wizard hiding out in a bar. Luckily, Jecht's unrelenting hatred toward wizards didn't pass along to him, but out of all the species, wizards were one of his least favorites. Anyway, the feud between them had been going on for years, Jecht shit talking Valente any time the chance arises and Valente returns by pulling small pranks. Nothing too big, or else Jecht would literally find a way to kill him, no matter how important the mage was to Tori, but enough to get on his nerves. But Tori could deal with that mess later. Right now, he had things to do. Opening up the cellar door, Tori found the human male that had lead Vencentio through the rain to his fortress, sitting alone in the room. Getting straight to the point, he crossed his arms and glared at him intimidatingly " What happened back there? Tell me everything."

Another Time, Another Story

Roleplay Title:
Hold My Flower
Setting:
70 years ago | 18/4/1075
Characters Involved:
Valiant Mancini (aged 49)
Pemperknackle Abernathy (aged 59)

" I don't know if I can do this." Valiant said softly as he tentatively looked himself over in the full length mirror in front of him. Despite all the fancy clothes that Pemperknackle had helped him pick out, he still felt that he had no confidence and that he would surely be rejected.

" Don't be ridiculous!!" His friend laughed, tightening the tie around his neck, " She's totally in to you. You shouldn't give up so easily!"

"A-Are you sure?" Valiant perked up like an excited puppy. Maybe she had said something to Pem about him?! Maybe there was some actual hope! " How do you know?"

" Beeeeeecauseeeee," Pem said matter-o-factly, finishing up the tie and then clapping him on his shoulder, " If she wasn't into you, she would have let that behemoth of a brother heal you instead!"

After hearing that, all of Valiant's excitement deflated and his shoulders shagged. It wasn't exactly the kind of reassurance that he wanted....but maybe there was some truth in Pem's words? He thought back to a couple of weeks ago when he was taken to the Solae potion shop. His right eye had been gorged out by a hostile vampire whose intent was to harm the King, but despite his best attempts, Belzeneff had gotten hurt. During the commotion Belzeneff had tripped over himself and received a small cut on his ankle. Because of this, the Royal Healer refused to treat Valiant until the King was completely healed. Enraged, Pemperknackle had taken him to the town's potion shop that was said to be ran by a family of Healers. They had met the daughter Dionysus on multiple occasions in the past whenever they got hurt, but it had never been something to this extent.

It took some time, and alot of work, but she eventually stopped the bleeding and Valiant from dying, but his eye had been irredeemable and Valiant had to face the fact that he would never use his right eye ever again. He was distributed a ghastly looking eyepatch and a shiny new discharge form as a thanks from the King. It was true that Belzeneff had promised to have another job lined up for him once he fully recovered, but without his Protector title, what more could Valiant do with his life? Being a Protector like his ancestor Valhalla was all that he had want to be, all that he had trained for, and once he became one he had thought, 'This is it, this is what I will be doing for the rest of my life. I'm set.' But fate was cruel and only allowed Valiant to live out his dreams for a short 22 years before viciously stripping him of it. But...he couldn't say that it had all been for nothing. On top of saving Belzenff's life, Valiant had fallen in love.

There had always been a lingering attraction to Dionysus Solae, the young Healer, but Valiant never acted on those feelings. Being in a relationship while being a Royal Protector was hard to maintain. The only reason it had lasted so long with Jenessa was because she was in the same line of business and they saw each other everyday, but even that relationship eventually disintegrated in a matter of years. Valiant had been more than happy to live out the rest of his life without a family if it meant protecting Belzeneff, but that was before he met Dionysus.

Even through the searing pain of his lost eye, Valiant was memorized by Dionysus' beauty. The entire time she was healing his eye, he couldn't stop himself from looking at her in all her elegance. Even with his blood on her hands she managed to retain all her beauty and by the time his wound was closed, he had fallen completely for her.

But after living a life of being beautiful, without any imperfections or setbacks at all, the sudden loss of his eye had taken a giant chunk out of his ego. How could anyone find him beautiful, or even desirable, now that he had a massive hole where his eye once was? Any confidence that Valiant once had in his appearance had all disappeared and he began to accept that he would die alone. But like a true friend, Pemperknackle wasn't going to let Valiant beat himself down for the rest of his days, so after a month of allowing him to grieve, Pemperknackle bought him some fancy dress clothes, flowers and handed him a reservation ticket for the fanciest restaurant in town.

" C'mon Pem..." Valiant said, coming back to the conversation from his thoughts, " that doesn't mean anything...She was probably just being nice. There's no way she would never go out with me..."

Pemperknackle could not believe that his once so egotistical friend had been reduced to this emotional mess, but he did his best to stick with him and do everything he could to return Valiant back to normal. But enough was enough and Pemperknackle was done with playing the good guy. He firmly grabbed Valiant's shoulders and turned him so that they were facing face-to-face, giving him the best stern glare he could muster into Valiant's remaining eye, " Listen to me Valiant. I am sick and tired of you feeling sorry for yourself! You lost your eye, not your life. So stop acting like it!" He shook his friend's shoulders roughly, " Dionysus isn't as stuck up as you! She doesn't care about what you look like, or that you're missing your eye or any of that. It's what's inside that counts! I don't know what kind of bullshit relationship you had with Jenessa, but Dionysus is really good for you man, like really good. I know that the two of you can be happy together, you just have to take a chance!"

Stunned into silence, Valiant could only nod weakly. He had never thought that his personality could count more than his looks, but if Pem said that it would..." You're right." He said eventually, causing Pemperknackle to release his shoulders. " If I don't try then I'll never know, right?" It was like Pemperknackle had breathed new life into him and Valiant straightened his posture, giving him one last look in the mirror before turning to grab his coat. " I'll be back later, I'll tell you how it goes!!" He said excitedly as he closed the door after Pemperkanckle waved him goodbye. Now left by himself, Pemperknackle finally breathed a sigh of relief, glad to see that the life had returned in Valiant's eye. And who knows, maybe he as right and the two would be blissfully happy with one another for the rest of their days.

Vampire Mafia

VALENTE
Valente could hear the scuffle between the brothers around him but wasn't bothered by it, too busy crying to himself to take notice. He did look up though when Vencentio approached him, his face a watery mess with tears and mucus, but his face still managed to be beautiful, " The basketball! It was...and then he...and now its gone! What do? Where is it? Why now?" He rambled, clinging onto the front of Vencentio's shirt for dear life. " The basketball holds the magic Vencentio! Without it anything can happen! We need to find it!"

RYOICHI
" Thank you Mama," Ryo said placing his hands on his hips, basking in the praise. Protettore hardly batted an eyelash at his accomplishments, so receiving such positive criticism from his other adoptive parent meant the world to him. After his father actually acknowledging his existence earlier and Vencentio's kind words, nothing could bring him down! But his warm feelings were short lived when a fist connected with his cheek.

" Ow! You fucker!" He yelled and tackled Ryuu to the ground, his fists flying and nails scratching. All of his strategic mountain training went out the window and there was only red anger in his eyes.

Vampire Mafia

VALENTE
" What the fuck is this?" Valente weeped to himself as he pressed his ear against his door. From behind the charmed entrance, he could hear the pained cries of Protettore's bodyguards as they fell one by one, and the strange "Ugggggh" sound that the creepy spirit had made in the living room. This could only mean that the spirit from before was going on a rampage and was taking her anger out on everyone in the fortress! Where the hell is Boss? He thought to himself, looking around his room for some sort of weapon incase he needed to protect himself. What kind of boss was he if he let everyone in his domain die?! But then he remembered that Vencentio was still wounded somewhat and shook his head. Leave it to Protettore to be completely distracted at a time like this!!

Suddenly, a cold chill ran down Valente's spine as he heard the cries of pain coming closer and closer. What if that basketball the spirit had given him was some kind of curse?! What if he was the spirit's target?! The mage bit his nails as he continued to cry to himself, " What the hell does she want from me?! Why is she doing this?! I'M TOO BEAUTIFUL TO DIE LIKE THIS!!"

Over the screams of the fallen, Valente heard a familiar voice from the other side of the door. It was Ryuunosuke, one of Protettore's adopted sons! Personally, Valente liked to call him " Uno " and the other one " Ichi " because really, the names Ryuu and Ryo sounded so much alike that it was hard to remember who was who. It was only a coincidence that Uno and Ichi both meant the number one in different languages, but who the hell cares about that right?

Valente leaned closer to the door to make sure it was the Boss' son. " Oh no, he's gonna die too!" He told himself. He didn't particularly like either of his son's, but he knew his Boss would be pissed for eternity if one of his sons died. I have to do something! The blonde magician jumped to his feet and wiped his tears away, swallowing his fear of the creepy spirit. Throwing open the door, Valente yelled out, " STOP!" in hopes of pausing whatever murderous action the spirit was probably engaging in and lifted his finger.

Since I'm way too lazy to write this in detail, Valente has similar magic to Fai from Tsubasa, so he writes out attack spells using his finger and yeah. So he did that and managed to trap ju-on, and her evil basketball, in a protective bubble where she couldn't hurt anyone else. He couldn't just make her disappear and it was almost impossible to kill a spirit, so he did the next best thing. He used a curse. Targeting one of the humans in the cellars down below, Valente whispered a curse, forever chaining one of the humans from below to the spirit. Once the curse was complete, the spirit could not leave that person's side until that said person died. It wasn't the best plan Valente had, but it was a temporary solution to this problem.

Opening his eyes and finishing off the curse, Valente watched as the spirit vanished, dropping her basketball on the ground. Writing out another tiny spell, a box appeared around the orange plastic ball and Valente quickly sealed it with his left over magic. " There we go! No nightmares tonight!" He congratulated himself and gave himself a mental high five. Going over and grabbing the box, Valente handed it to Uno, " Here, give this to your father and tell him to keep it safe!"

RYOICHI
It just so happened that Ryo arrived on the scene at the worst possible time.

" MAMA, MAMA?! YOU'RE SAFE?!" Ryoichi cried as he kicked open the front door, completely drenched from head to toe from the rain outside. He was poorly dressed, considering the terrible weather, only wearing a pair of shorts and a black muscle shirt, but it didn't look like it affected him much. His wet hair was covering his eyes and like Protettore, he flicked them out of the way as he approached the sofa. " Are you hurt Mama? Did those bastards hurt you? Can you walk? Do you need me to take you to your ro-"

PROTETTORE
Tori's eyes narrowed as his cockblocking son barged into the room, totally killing whatever kind of mood he had been trying to set. It was times like these that made Protettore wish he never had kids, and believe me, this wasn't the first time he had thoughts like this. After allowing Ryo to fawn over Vencentio for some time, he pushed Ryo's shoulder harshly, breaking him out of his rant. " Take Vencentio back to his room." There was no use in trying to get the moment back, so he might as well make Ryo do the work for him.

Ryo's eyes lit up as his father talked to him, nodding his head ecstatically, " Sure thing Papa!" He whirled around and got into a crouching position in front of the sofa, " I'll give you a piggyback ride Mama!"

It was only when he watched Vencentio disappear up the stairs on Ryo's back did Protettore remember that he had more pressing matters at hand. Somewhere in the castle, there was a creepy spirit who didn't know how to take care of her hair running around the fortess and the human that had appeared with Vencentio. He had given the guards the responsibility to track down the spirit, but considering how useless they could be, he had his doubts that they actually managed to do it.

Pulling out his leather gloves from his suit pocket, he slipped them on and straightened out his suit so he looked more presentable, and more threatening, and made his way towards the cellar doors. Vencentio was safe for now, but Protettore wanted to know what the unnamed human knew about how Vencentio got his wounds and why he was with him at the front doors.

RYOICHI
Coincidentally, to get to Vencentio's room, one would have to pass by Valente's room as well, meaning they would get a firsthand view of the aftermath of the great " Ju-On" battle. And also Valente handing the basketball over to Ryuu.

Once again, Ryo arrived on the scene at the worst possible time. He had been chatting to his Mama about his adventures in the mountains, fighting bears and climbing trees, all in attempts to become stronger, when his eyes caught sight of Ryuunosuke. In an instant, anger flashed through Ryo's eyes and determination to show off his new strength flowed through his veins.

" TAKE THIS MOTHERFUCKER!" Ryo yelled, jumping into the air and kicking Ryuunosuke right in the back, knocking him to the ground, all the while keeping a good grip on his Mama so he didn't fall. " Always keep your eyes open loser! You'll never know when the awesome me will attack!" Ryo laughed as he placed a foot on Ryuunosuke's shoulder, keeping him to the ground.

VALENTE
" NOOOOO!" Right before Uno could take hold of the basketball, Ichi had kicked him out of nowhere, making Uno loose balance and the basketball fall right through his grasp. Valente tried to catch it before it hit the ground, but the basketball fell too fast and disappeared into the floor. " NOOOO!!!" He cried again as he fell to his knees, not caring about what was happening with Uno and Ichi. He had placed another charm on the basketball before handing it to Uno to make the basketball become invisible once Protettore put it somewhere safe, just to make sure no one would ever find it again. But since the basketball never reached Protettore, it was now lost in the castle somewhere, invisible and just waiting for someone to find it, God forbid it be the spirit.

Valente curled into a ball and began to silently cry to himself, knowing full well that Protettore would make him personally search for it.

Vampire Mafia

VALENTE
Valente rolled his eyes as he picked himself off the floor, shaking his head lightly. Really. If anyone had just walked in right now, they probably would've mistaken this for a scene from a Spanish novella by how dramatic everyone was being. Dusting himself off, he was about to exit the room when a strange gurgling sound from behind him made him stop. Just like everyone else, he watched in confusion as a woman suddenly appeared in the corner of the room and slowly made her way to him. She had crazy, tangled black hair and was wearing a long white dress, but the thing that caught Velente's attention the most was the random as hell basketball in her hands.

" What the fu-" He backed away slowly as she got closer and made that weird sound again. She handed the basketball over to him and he almost dropped it, fearing it to be cursed. An awkward moment passed by where nobody said anything, not even the short tempered Protettore, and Valente simply stared at the basketball, then back to the random girl. " Uhm....yeah." Quickly, Valente threw the basketball to a random person in the room and vanished into thin air. A second later, he reappeared in his bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief. Incase another wizard or something managed to get into the moving fortress' walls, he had placed even more charms in his bedroom so that it was the safest place in the castle. He wasn't sure who that random chick was in the living room, but he didn't wish to see her again anytime soon.

PROTETTORE
" Who the fuck is this? How did she get in here?" Protettore questioned, turning his attention to one of the vampires standing by the human, one of his supposed "guards". " Get her out, now." But as his men moved to apprehend the mysterious woman who looked like she had never owned a hairbrush in her life, she vanished into thin air, just as Valente had done! For a moment, Tori wondered if she was a wizard just like him, but quickly realized that he didn't care. Right now, his top priority was Vencentio, and he didn't have enough time to hunt the girl down personally.

" I want the whole fortress on alert," He told the three vampires by the door, rolling down his sleeves, the cut on his wrist had already healed, " I want two of you to go up to the mage's room and see if the crazy hair bitch is in there. And tell everyone that if they see that woman again, move to kill and bring her to me." The two guards nodded their heads and rushed off down the hall, leaving only one guard left and the human that Vencentio had brought with him. " And you, take the human down to the cellar. I'll be there after I take Vencentio to his room." The other guard nodded just like the others and took the human male by the arm," Don't struggle." He warned as he pulled him away from the living room.

Now that there was only two of them left, Tori sighed and pushed his wet bangs away from his eyes, " Can you stand? Or do you want me to carry you again?" He grinned playfully.

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VALENTE
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Turn.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Turn.

Valente watched with amusement as his eyes followed his boss pace around his office, the nail of his thumb between his sharp teeth, his eyes glued on the floor. The Don was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't even notice that Valente had spread himself out on his beloved wooden desk, resting against it like a bed. In any other occasion, Protettore would break the neck of anyone who touch his favorite mahogany desk that his uncle had given him as a gift, no questions asked. But here Valente was, sprawled across it like some model on a magazine, his golden hair fanned out like a halo. He probably should've been worrying for his life right now, but he knew that the Don's thoughts were on something more important to him than a silly desk.

Finally, after an hour of watching him pace about, Valente decided to open his mouth. " Y'know, if you keep pacing like that, you'll make a hole in the floor~!"

Protettore didn't even look at him.

Valente huffed, sitting up on the desk and fixing his shirt neck that had somehow slipped over his shoulder. It was no fun making fun of the boss if he didn't get a reaction. He was about to get up and leave when Protettore pulled the thumb from his mouth and spoke.

" Where is he?" His words were like poison. Valente even flinched. " It's been three days! Three whole days!"

Putting his guard up incase he was attacked in a fit of anger, Valente leaned away from the vampire, a cheerful smile on his lips, " Whoa, Whoa, calm down Boss. I don't know where h-"

Protettore's hands clutched his shirt, pulling the wizard towards him, " Use your godamn magic shit and find him!" He growled, his nail's making holes in Valente's shirt. Damn it, and it was an expensive one too....

" Y'know I can't do that Boss! If I could, I would...but y'know....the barrier I put up won't le-ugh!"

He was pushed back violently on the desk, Protettore looming over him. Valente could see the raw anger in his eyes and he gulped, feeling his boss's cold hand wrapping around his throat. " I don't give a shit about the barrier. Take it down and find him." His grip tightened.

Valente gasped and tried to pry the vampire's hands off him, but it was like steel. He could feel his oxygen supply being slowly cut off. But...Protettore wouldn't kill him...right? Suddenly, words flashed into his mind.

" .... Don Giordano's mobile steel fortress."

Before anyone left the fortress, Valente would put a charm on them so if any of the Giordano's members said those five words, the fortress would automatically find their location, no matter where they were, and change direction to pick them up. And since Vencentio was the only one who left the fortress in the past few days, it must have been him! "Boss!...Boss! L-Let me go..!" He tried to wiggle from his grasp, but it only got tighter.

" Will you find him?" Protettore questioned, his nail's digging into the soft skin of his neck. If this kept on, Valente would be done for!

" He's outside!" He gasped with whatever breath he had left and Protettore immediately let him go. In a blink of an eye, the mafia Don was off of him and heading towards the door, " Open the main doors." Was his only order.

Rubbing his tender neck and sitting up, Valente flicked his wrist and the main doors to the fortress opened. With that done, he sighed shakily and laid back down on the desk, closing his eyes.

" Damn impatient man..."

PROTETTORE
Why was this castle so damn large?! Protettore thought as he ran through the endless hallways and corridors. Sure, the wallpaper and expensive carpets were nice to look at and all, but it was a bitch to run through when you needed to get to the front. Even more so when your office is on the top floor out of many.

But with Protettore being the boss that he is, made it to the front doors in half the time anyone else would have and raced right out of the doors, not even caring if it was raining or not. He was expecting Vencentio standing there, waiting for him to greet him at the door, but when Protettore didn't see him, panic started to set in. Instead of his loyal right hand man standing there, some measly human was in his place. That fucking wizard! Lying to save his own ass! He automatically thought, murder flashing in his eyes. But before his anger could completely take over him, he sensed Vencentio. He flicked his eyes from the human to the ground and was surprised to see Ven there.

Not caring that he was wearing an expensive suit that could probably feed a family in a third world country for a month, Protettore fell to his friend's side, his eyes going directly towards the gunshot wound in his chest. " Fucking Rioz bastards, they'll pay for this,"But as much as he wanted to go over there and kill them himself, he needed to take care of Ven first. He was still conscious but he looked so pale, which meant that he needed blood. " Valente, come here!" In one swift motion, Protettore scooped Ven in his arms, bridal style, and carried him into the castle. As soon as the entered, some of Protettore's lower men appeared and tried to take Ven out of his arms, but Protettore just pushed them back. " Fuck you, get the human." He ordered one of them to do.

Luckily, one of his very lavish living rooms was right next to the entrance, so Protettore went in there and carefully put Ven on the sofa. Behind him, he could hear the doors closing at the audible pitter-patter of the rain stopping. He shook his hair out of his face so he could see Ven better. " Is it just one gunshot wound?" He asked, though he had so many questions for him, but he knew that this wasn't the time or place, so he saved them for later.

He gingerly moved Ven's shirt out of the way so he could see the wound better. He had experience with bullet wounds, he did grow up on a pirate ship afterall, but he didn't have the equipment for it and right now, his heart was beating a million times a minute. " Dammit, where is that bastard?" He was about to stand up to go find that wizard himself, but as soon as he was going to, a loud pop sounded and Valente magically appeared, a carefree smile on his face.

" What's up Boss?"

" What took you so fucking long?" Protettore asked immediately, but shook his head. No, there were more important matters to address here. " Remove the bullet from his chest."

Valente was surprised to see Vencentio, who was normally so cool and collected, so out of shape. It was almost amusing. But he kept his real thoughts and his outer expression far away from one another so his boss didn't throw a fit. Keeping the smile on his face, Valente leaned closer to inspect the wound. " Hm.....no prob Boss!" He laughed as he pushed him out of the way and rubbed his hands together. Closing his eyes, Valente placed his hand over the bullet wound and wiggled his fingers. Of course, the finger wiggles were completely unnecessary but he liked to make a show of things once in a while. And it wasn't as if Vencentio was going to die right then and there.

After a few more seconds of finger wiggling, Valente got down to business. He chanted a spell under his breath that attracted metal items and focused the recipient of that attraction to his hand. He had to be careful to keep his hand still so the bullet would come out cleanly, so he ceased his finger wiggle...for now. Six or seven seconds later, the bullet popped out of Vencentio's body and went right into Valente's hand.

" Ya see that Boss? Wanna keep it as a so-whah!" He flailed as Protettore viciously pushed him out of the way, causing Valente to topple over and fall on his back. But Protettore didn't care! He was already cutting a straight, neat line across his wrist with his nail and offered it to Vencentio, " Here, drink it."

He had a hole cellar full of humans that could give Vencentio their blood- hell, there was even a human standing in that room- but Protettore's mind wasn't functioning properly and he didn't trust human blood to fix Vencentio's wounds. The blood had to come from a vampire if they wanted to see rapid results.

Wizard Characters {Midorimacchi & Azalea}

BELLAROSE BLACK
married at 38 | executed at 67 | would be 168 in present day
13/06/977

Bellarose was evil. The epitome of evil. How she was chosen to be-wed someone as kind as Belantino is a mystery that will probably go unanswered. Whether it was her family's influence, money, power-- no one knows. It's quite obvious, looking back on it, that she had poisoned her husband while her son was too young to rule so that she could become ruler. There were many who tried to prove her guilty, but the only outcome were the executions of anyone who dared to question her. From the time she was 58-67, she ruled over Wiz. However, the power had gone to her head and she wasn't willing to give up everything she had built to her son so soon, so she began plotting. Her plan was to exile Belzeneff to the human world and remarry shortly afterwards, bearing a new heir that would take over for her, but only when she was an old woman and unable to rule any longer. Unfortunately, Belantino's previous adviser, Demarcus, caught wind of the Queen's plans and since he never forgave her for the King's death, he told Belzeneff.

On the day of the execution, it was Belzeneff himself that held the axe and before the entire Main City of Wiz, beheaded his mother. Her last words were, " So I did raise my son well! Take what I taught you and lead this world with greatness!". She was still laughing by the time Belzeneff swung the axe. Afterwards, her name became a curse, something along the lines of whore and no one was to speak a positive word about her or else share the same fate. Belzeneff also ordered that all of her pictures be burnt, her records be thrown away, and that everyone of her relatives be exiled to different worlds. Her followers were killed in the days following her death and from there, Belzeneff created his new kingdom.

Wizard Characters {Midorimacchi & Azalea}

BELANTINO BLACK
married at 40 | died at 60 | would be 170 in present day
24/04/975

Belantino was Belzeneff's father and the previous King of Wiz. He was raised personally by his parents, instead of nannies, and they taught him what it meant to be a 'just' King. As a child he was well mannered and treated everyone with respect, learning how to share his toys with his playmates and then donating them to the poor districts when he grew too old for them. His father made frequent journeys into town to speak to the commonwealth and always bought Belantino along, trusting the people so much that he would only ever bring one Protector with him and for all the visits that he made, he was never once attacked. Belantino grew up this way, thinking that if he could get his people to love him enough, then he would never have to worry about his safety for the rest of his life. Along with social skills, Belantino learnt swordfighting and bakery from his father. After a tiresome swordfight, he and his father would always wind down with a delicious piece of cake that Belantino had made earlier, or some sugary croissants and tea. From his mother, Belantino learnt the arts. She had been a gifted painter in her prime, talented enough to catch the attention of the Prince during one of her gala displays, as well as his heart, and passed her art on to her son. When he wasn't studying his magic or baking in the kitchens, Belantino would spend his time painting the scenery of the castle, as well of the magnificent gardens and lakes that surrounded it.

Unfortunately, Belantino's parents passed away at an early age, leaving him to take the throne when he was only 28 years old. Even with all the things that he had learnt from his parents, Belantino was still too inexperienced to rule a kingdom. His father's advisors did everything they could to try to steer him into the right direction, but the new responsibilities that were placed on his shoulders was all too much and he even thought about formally resigning from his duties until help appeared out of nowhere. The man's name was Demarcus Lutece and he offered his assistance to help Belantino find his way. Instantly, the young prince recognized his last name as one of the 6 noble families and that he was a descendant of Demostenes who had been the advisor to his own great ancestor Belizano. Belantino accepted his help, albeit hesitantly, and together the two attempted to rule the kingdom. As it turned out, accepting Demarcus' offer was the right thing to do and within a year, Belantino was prepared enough to become the Prince he was meant to be. A year after the death of the King and Queen, Belantino was officially crowned as Prince of the kingdom.

Over the next 10 years, Belantino ruled Wiz as the splitting image of his father. He was just as kind, if not more, to his citizens and believed wholeheartedly in equal opportunity. He would often go out into the slums and hire some of the people there to become his servant staff in the castle. Of course many of them took this as an opportunity to steal his most precious items, and when they were caught and almost thrown into prison, Belantino would stop the guards and say " Stop! I gave these to them as a gift. But my friend you left so early, surely something slipped your mind. You forgot I gave these also. Would you leave the best behind?" And then hand them something that costs twice as much than the item they had stolen. They were then released without anything going on their record. Belantino quickly became known as the 'People's Prince' and as he walked through the streets people would kneel and kiss at his feet.

However, this didn't mean that he was completely naive. He had no sympathy for murders and rapists and made it a point of hanging them, many times in public, to set an example for the people. He crushed any who turned against him and banished many dark mages to the Under. He is also known for having only one Protector with him, when the usual was 3-4, because of his remarkable ability to protect himself, both with magic and sword. It was under his rule that the Knight division flourished and he would always show up at the yearly graduation ceremonies to give a speech.

Belantino was perfectly content with ruling as a Prince for the rest of his time, but his advisors were pressing him to get married. Only in marriage could one become a King and his advisors constantly reminded him that the country needed a King, not a Prince. All but Demarcus believed this and finally Belantino allowed them to arrange a marriage for him, since there was no girls that he was interested in and he didn't want to go through the process of choosing a wife himself. A month later, Belantino met Trrancedigaeth Quintana who was to become his new wife and Queen of Wiz. They only met three times before the wedding night and seemed nice enough, so he agreed to wed her against Demarcus' warnings. The two were married and Belantino was crowned King at age 40. Trrancedigaeth changed her name to Bellarose Black and became Queen.

Now that they were married, Belantino was treated to Bellarose's true nature, horrified to discover that she was nothing like she had seemed. She was ugly and cruel and took enjoyment in other people's pain. Many times she tried to overthrow his laws to make way for her 'new and improved' ones, but luckily only Belantino had the right to veto those laws. This went on for the next 2 years, with Belantino and Bellarose fighting against each other on everything, and it got so bad that Belantino was contemplating divorcing her. But this didn't happen and their marriage was saved when Bellarose announced that she was pregnant. Belantino was absolutely against leaving Bellarose to raise the child alone, already knowing that if she did, she would corrupt their mind with her evil ways, so he stayed married to her for the child's sake. On the first day of the year 1017, prince Belzeneff Black was born into the world and Belantino couldn't have been happier. Having children was always one of his greatest dreams in life and he was ecstatic to become a father.

For the most of Belzeneff's childhood, Belantino kept him in his sights, never letting Bellarose be alone with him for too long. When he went away on trips or to do his Kingly duties, he would bring Belzeneff with him, or leave him in the care of Demarcus. He was afraid that Bellarose would do something drastic like try to take Belzeneff away with her, something even worse, so he did his best to be a constant presence in his son's life. Because of this, Belzeneff became very attached to his father and the two were like best friends, always at each other's side. But this also caused a rift between Bellarose and her son and the two never got along well. The gap between Belantino and Bellarose grew even more in the years to follow and eventually Bellarose moved out of the Main castle into one of the surrounding ones. Belantino was fine with this, the further away the better, and now that he didn't have to worry about her being a threat, he went on to teach Belzeneff everything he knew about being a King. Their life was simple from there on out and they lived their days in peace.

Until Belzeneff turned 18 and everything started to go wrong. Belantino, at the young age of 60, developed a serious illness. It had started off as just a cough and he paid no mind to it. However, over the following weeks, it progressed into something terrible where the coughing fits would last hours, making it hard for him to sleep or get any rest. It had barely been a month since he got sick, but from the way he looked, it had seemed that he had been sick for years. Fearing the worst, he held a private meeting with his advisor and placed all his power with Belzeneff, knowing that if Bellarose got even an inch of his power, she would mess everything up. Demarcus promised to uphold his wishes and that night, Belantino passed away. His funeral was large and extravagant, thousands and thousands of wizards coming to the Main City to pay their respects and watch the casket be paraded through the streets. He is buried in the Main City's cemetery, along with the rest of his family line.