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Immortals (VampireVerse!AfterDeath)

The sight of it almost made me gag and fell off, but I kept my cool. The man dismissed his scythe and left.

He must be the grim reaper. The cemetery's care taker.

I've heard stories about him, but I wouldn't really think that he's really that heartless and murderous. I shook the thought and tried to sit up straight onto the branch.

*time skip*

Night time fell and I had received a letter from my brother Fallacy. The king of our kind. I am one of counsel's members, and he is my brother, and he is the king, so I had to attend this importance, even if it will be just plain nonsense.

I turned to my human form, standing on top of the branch, my white and red crimson dress blowing from the nightly breeze along with my long wavy hair, and my red crimson flowers flowing out from my covered left eye. I summoned my leathery damaged crimson red bat wings and flew up. (Too much crimson)

My figure turning like a silhouette as I passed the moon, gusts of wind blew as I flap my wings. Sooner, the castle became much more visible to my view as I finally arrived.

I stepped down on my brother's balcony, and was greeted by Suave. My brother's personal servant and butler.

"Madame Genocide."

He said, as he took a bow.

"This way please."

He gestured me to follow him, I nodded and followed him, as it led me to the dinning room where the rest of the counselors where already seated. Fallacy standing up on his next to his seat, probably waiting for the last member to arrive, aka me.

"Sorry I'm late. The message was delivered to me just a few moments ago. So what's the fuss about dear brother?"

He sighed and sat down, and I did the same. He sighed again (gotta say. Fallacy sighs a whole lot)

"As you all know. That we proposed to make a peace treaty with the mortals. But it seems like they are the ones who won't cooperate with us."

He said, like lacing venom. I rolled my eyes. About mortals again? It's been 5 months! And he keeps bringing us the same topics now! The rest of the counsel members groaned and one even banged their head on the table. Dream. A counsel member whose specialty is to smell strong scents of blood and the power to not burn in the dying sun. She sat up straight rubbing her head.

"Fallacy. You've been talking about mortals for months! You've declared these stupid laws that we cannot even hunt them anymore! What silly influence has got you to do these?!"

The rest of the counsel nodded, and I agreed with them.

"You're keeping a mortal here, aren't you?"

That's when Fallacy cracked a sinister grin and looked at Dream.

"Well. Madame Dream. You get to have one, why can't I have one then?"

Dream blushed a golden colour and pouted, but just made her realize what Fallacy just said. This made us jaw drop as I hear echoes of an easel drop. Nightmare, Dream's brother heard it and dashed off, and so did Fallacy.

Not for a minute just passed and we hear a woman's scream. And it resulted Nightmare returning back to the table with a bruise in his cheek and him holding his probably fractured arm.

"B-brother?" Asked Dream, slightly concerned.

"I fell on the stairs. And uh... Fallacy... Is really keeping a mortal here~"

Said Nightmare with a grin. And Fallacy came down carrying a mortal woman in his arms. She seems to be shaking, and scared of the situation. I examined her well. She was covered in paint, she might be an artist, which would also explain the fallen easel. She was awfully pale, her hair was in a neat bun, colours of white faded to an inky black colour. Her face facing Fallacy's shoulder.