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Mummies in bandages, zombies half dead, headless Dullahans and Vampires like himself were the most common of the people in his world that was ripe with large wooden mansion and spider webs.

In such a world where people embraced the night, faith had little room.

A zombie was good for little other than having its blood sucked, or becoming a rich business man. People who died just died, death wasn\'t that big a deal in a world of the undead.

Things that could kill them were few and far in between, and even what could kill them usually couldn\'t manage to.

But even then, the Count Dracula and the people of his world were highly civilized. When intelligence fornicated with time, civility was its natural progeny.

And to protect that civilization, they were ready to fight. Even if it meant death. Death mattered little to the ones of the world after all.

Fear had little ways for the vampires, except, maybe, in front of their superiors. For Count Dracula, the one and only right hand man of the Vampire Progenitor and the one who was made a vampire by the progenitor himself, the only one who fit that bill was the vampire progentior himself.

While a door opening itself and other such creepy events were not that new for the Count, he couldn\'t tell the source of the trembling in his heart. For some reason, even breathing seemed greatly laborious.

"Just what happened here?"

He stepped inside the door and it shut on its own this time. The Count looked back, and then looked ahead at the table in his room. There, the ID card that he had been given to make all these human sensors work sat idly.

"What in tarnation…"

The Count grabbed his ID card and looked around. The sense of fear he had been feeling since he stepped inside started to go away. Even veterans misplaced the source of their instincts. But as they turn their backs on their senses, their senses never did.

The Count took a seat and reached into his drawer. The poster for some kind of rave about to take place and a secret code with it was placed down there. It was distributed a while back like some kind of club activity.

He ignored the poster and pulled out a small box from the bottommost drawer.

With a gaze, all the curtains and lights in the room flickered off and the Dracula pulled the box his way. He sighed and removed the lit. Inside was a black rosary.

The man placed the rosary down on his table and took in a deep breath. As he infused some of his magical energy into the rosary.

In the blink of an eye, the room around him was taken over by a dark cloud.

Inside the dark veiled room, a small bat rose from the shadows with its blood red eyes peering at the Count.

"Lord Progenitor." The Count got on his knees and bowed his head in reverence at the bat.

"Who is there?"

Not bad.

Not bad at all, I was being so quiet that even the monologue seemed like third person narration, but the vampire progenitor seemed to have found me out in no time.

"It is I, my lord," the Count, still unaware of my presence, continued speaking as he trembled. "It seems that the elf has found a way to go to the land of the Outer Gods."

"Not you, Dracula."

How patient, it seemed that the Vampire Progenitor had some idea too. The first of our problems were already confirmed with just that much.

I pushed the mask further toward my face and walked ahead. The count yelped when he heard my footsteps. He snapped to the side and fell on his back.

My face, obfuscated by the black smoke that I had seen on the King of the Outer Gods.

Catene was wrapped around my body to mimic a hazy cloak. If someone had already conversed with an Outer God, it would have been like this.

I stepped ahead and placed a hand on the table.

In a voice that couldn\'t be mimicked by the ones below yet, I spoke.

[Tell me more, about this elf.]

"Are you sent here by the Cosmic Dragon—?"

[Keep the lord\'s name out of your mouth, foolish being of this realm]

The vampire progenitor smiled and slowly fluttered back.

"I have never heard of you before, which Outer God are you?"

"Outer—… you mean, the intruder that Mamon warned us about!?"

And that, right there, was my cover. I already heard that these guys detected me as an Outer God, I had seen it with Noa, with Lethe, and finally, we had confirmed it with Glasses.

I was here and Albert was out, I thought I could give him a better gift than an Outer God.

Getting rid of all of their collaborators was good enough.

[I am,] I said. [Retro Builder]

"I see, so the Outer God that was captured was just your cover. It is a pleasure to meet you, lord Retro Builder."

[Quiet, bug. Don\'t mistake our mercy for collaboration.]

"There is no way I would," the Vampire Progenitor continued. "How can I be of any service to you?"

***

"Alright, that\'s a message you\'re going to take to everyone in the Dark Moon, understood?"

"Yes, sir Glasses!"

"That is not my fucking—Fuck. Whatever. The gate leading to my world is right here, go to Apollon, get in touch with the second whip and a man named Bathym, they\'ll guide you to the World Tree under lady Dark Moon\'s Control. It is currently being headed by a man named Billy Ard Hall."

Glasses handed his group a parchment and stepped back.

"Give him this, he will let you access the portal room. Remember, all our targets should know and they should all be coming right here."