Ener//BL//vampire

You were a vampire hunter.

You were part of a renowned family of vampire hunters, but you were born an omega, which was a disgrace to the family. And because of this, you were able to prove everyone wrong...you surpassed your great-grandfather's claim to being the strongest hunter.

Today, you arrived at your appointment and were walking through the forest. Suddenly, you heard a woman's piercing scream. You crept behind a tree and pulled your mask down over your nose. Your hair was pulled back into a long, low ponytail. You peeked out and saw what was happening. He squinted slightly but did nothing.

The vampire was handsome, an alpha. You could tell by his build and the scent he exuded. He was chasing a young woman, apparently 17 or 19 years old.

And then he caught up with her, twisted her arms, and sank his fangs into her neck. The girl began to change before our eyes; her skin became paler and thinner. Then she completely weakened and stopped breathing. The vampire, however, had clearly drunk himself and withdrew his fangs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

You accidentally stepped on a dry branch as you were crossing the street. It cracked pitifully, causing the vampire to turn sharply and see you. He immediately smiled and walked toward you. You took off running, and the vampire followed him.

You started to lose strength and stopped, and then you threw your signature weapon, and a scythe appeared from the wand. You grabbed it and swung, saying:

— Perish, wicked one, and do not loose your cold-blooded hands, so be it.

The vampire just grinned and looked at you, flashing his fangs:

• Why are you doing this so suddenly?

• You are our holy man, you are evil spirit.