The Fallen Vampire-Chapter 131: The Hated Heroes
*Slam!*
The door to a wooden barn was thrown open forcefully by a man in a burlap cloak with a hood covering his face.
He shut it with so much force that he nearly brought down the whole hiding place in a single instant, causing him to receive unkind looks from his friends already inside.
"You idiot! Do you want to blow away the only cover we have?!"
"It was an accident, Jean! Piss off about it, yea?"
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"Both of you shut up. Your yelling will be the reason why we all get found out." Another hissed.
Inside of the barn were eight human men in old common clothes and wearing burlap hoods to cover their faces.
These were the heroes from another world who had been called to put an end to the fallen threat.
The Hero of Enraged Land; Orion Kane.
The Hero of Shredding Winds; Alexander McCall.
The Hero of Devouring Shadow; Elijah Bellion.
The Hero of Falling Swords; Seth Erondale.
The Hero of Tranquil Fauna; Lysander Gates.
The Hero of Thundering Sound; Jean Jordan.
And The Hero of Unbending Metal; Kenneth Samuels.
Once the races of light's greatest heroes and defenders, now reduced to the outcasts and criminals who are being adamantly hunted by those who once worshipped them.
The world had come undone so fast.
At one moment they were living their usual lives, protecting the peace, plowing whores, receiving love from the masses, but in an instant it all seemed to turn around.
The soldiers who idolized them and wouldn't have dared to breathe without their permission before were now hunting them as if they were the most vile of beasts.
It was nauseating.
"This is all those fucking idiots' fault! What were they thinking using that art with so many people around and killing each other nonetheless!" Orion ranted as he pulverized a nearby wooden box.
The 6'4 giant of a man had dark skin, a bald head and a thick beard that made him popular with dwarves.
His stone grey eyes were cloudy with rage as he lamented over the fact that his perfect life in a fantasy world had all gone to shit and the ones responsible had already fucked up and died.
"Obviously they weren't thinking but there's nothing we can do about that now! We need to find Cyrus and figure out what he wants us to do about all of this first!" Kenneth said.
The hero of unbending metal was a bit shorter than Orion in frame, and it could be said that he was more handsome as well.
He was younger looking, with steel grey hair and unblemished olive skin that seemed to glow with a metallic luster.
His eyes were a dull red like a smoldering fire, and his features were as sharp as a delicately honed blade.
But his looks aside, no one seemed to be thrilled about his idea.
"A-Are you nuts!? Do you know what that fucking monster will do to us if he finds out how badly we screwed up? Have you forgotten what he did to Vance when that soft girl ran off??"
"Not to mention we don't even know where to find him nor his army. We could search for years and probably still wouldn't find him!"
The Hero of All Consuming Flame famously did not tell anyone his whereabouts whenever he entered seclusion.
Not even the human king had the necessary methods to contact him.
And to make matters even worse, there was no telling when he would come out since the hero had famously been trying to overcome a bottleneck in his cultivation for the better part of 200 years now.
When he entered seclusion 50 years ago, he seemed pretty determined to overcome it no matter how long it took him to do so.
"What are we doing...? We're better than this!"
Suddenly, a figure stepped out of the corner and into the center of the barn.
The Hero of Shredding Winds was a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties.
He had long cyan green hair that traveled all the way down his back and a stern face with matching yellow eyes.
His body was lean yet muscular, and boasted some of the best definition within the group.
"Why are we hiding from these bastards outside? Have we truly forgotten who we are?? They are the ones who called us, not the there way around!"
Morale within the barn slowly started to shift as Alexander tore off his dingy burlap cloak and revealed the splendid green armor hidden underneath.
"They want to crucify us..? Let them do that! But we have to be the ones to whip them back into place when they step out of line! THEY need US! And it's up to us to remind them of that!
Now are we going to stop being pussy and hiding out in this fucking barn, or are we going to go running to Cyrus so that he can show us exactly how pissed he is?!"
The men inside the barn shuddered, and it seemed like they had come to a rather simple decision just in the nick of time.
Not seconds after they all ripped off their cloaks in solidarity, their eyes rolled into the backs of their heads as the gods who had chosen them came to impart more wisdom.
'The secret realm… is soon to open.'
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After a lengthy stay with Aja, Taira and his wives returned home to their underground palace with a boatload of gifts in hand.
With the girls feeling so bad about leaving Inadu alone for so long, they were trying to give most of it to her as an apology.
Even now, the lot of them were surrounding her in the tatami room and trying to offer her all sorts of goodies.
Taira himself was a few feet away, lying on the floor as a nine tailed fox and watching their newest houseguest become flustered underneath the deluge of affection she was receiving.
Laughing only to himself, Taira closed his eyes and dozed off before he knew it, but his dream was anything but peaceful.
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*Sigh*
