Chapter 22
“William.”
“Yes, young master?”
“You didn't hear anything.”
“Of course I didn't.”
“Great!”
The lunch was much calmer than breakfast as Lucy was sleeping.
“I want more ice cream.”
“No, that is all you get, young master. You already ate two bowls.” a middle-aged woman with dusty brown hair tied into a neat bun near her neck.
She was dressed in a neatly pressed white chef's coat.
“But that's not enough, Dona!” Asmodeus protested.
“It is more than enough. If you eat any more, you might catch a cold, young master.”
Asmodeus tried pouting and puffing his cheek, but Dona was just as stubborn.
“You ate some in the morning, and you will demand ice cream from Master Vincent. So, no. No more.”
‘Dad snitched on me.’
“But the one I ate in the morning was vanilla, this is butter scotch, and Dad's bringing pistachio.”
“They are all still ice cream, young master.”
“But they don't taste the same!”
“Doesn't matter, you aren't getting anymore ice cream.”
After a few more rounds of arguing, Asmodeus finally gave up and went back to his vanity.
He stood in front of the mirror, staring at his teeth.
“Dona doesn't let me eat ice cream, and my fangs don't listen to me. Why is the world against me?”
“Ew, there is spinach. I gotta brush.”
Asmodeus was back after brushing.
He once again stood in front of the mirror, his mouth slightly open, just enough to see his teeth.
“Alright, let's try again. Maybe I won't shout this time.”
“Fangs, extend.”
Nothing.
“Fangs, greet me!”
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Nothing again.
But Asmodeus didn't give up, he kept calling out his fangs.
“Initiate vampire mode!”
“Code blood!”
“Permission to extend.”
“Cooperate, please?”
The fangs didn't respond to any of his requests.
*scratch scratch
“Lucy, wait!”
Asmodeus opened the door, and a black heap of fur walked inside.
Lucy lay down on her cushion beside the vanity chair and started grooming herself.
“Lucy, I taught you how to open the doors, then why do you scratch it every time you want to come in?”
“Mrw?” Lucy tilted her head.
“Don't act like you don't understand me, kitty.” Asmodeus sat on the vanity chair and scratched the back of her ears.
Lucy immediately closed her eyes and purred.
After a few seconds, she rolled on her back, exposing her belly.
‘Fluffy.’
‘I know Lucy’s gonna hate me but, her belly is super fluffy.’
‘Maybe one scratch?’
Unable to resist, Asmodeus reached over and scratched Lucy's fluffy belly.
Lucy did not appreciate his decision.
*HISS
“Oi, don't hiss at me!”
*HISS
“Oh, yeah? I can hiss too you know?”
*HISS
Asmodeus hissed back at Lucy. However, he noticed something in the mirror.
“Wa- wait.”
“Meow?”
He got closer to his mirror, and opened his mouth wider.
“Huh?”
‘I-I have fangs. I'm not a disabled vampy.”
“YEAH!!” He suddenly stood up, startling Lucy.
“Mreaw!”
He picked up the Maine Coon, turning in circles.
“Lucy, sweet sweet Lucy. Thank you. Thank you!”
*kiss
“Maaw~”
Lucy had no idea why her human was so happy, but she loved the attention she was getting.
“Arh, I'm dizzy now.”
Asmodeus sat on the vanity chair, supporting his head on the dressing table.
Lucy too was dizzy and flopped on her cushion and continued purring.
“But how I put them back?”
“I can't have my fangs out all time. It's gonna look weird.”
“If hissing bring it out, should I purr like Lucy?”
He turned towards Lucy, and Lucy met his gaze.
“Teach me how to purr, Lucy.”
“Mrr?”
“How do I purr, girl?”
“Mrrraaw!”
“I didn't understand what you said but I'll try.”
Asmodeus tried his best to imitate Lucy’s purring sounds.
However, no matter how much he tried he couldn't achieve the result. Nor did his fangs go back.
“Why is everything so difficult?”
“I need a manual on vampires, written by anyone except Crow.”
“At first, I couldn't use blood because I was in Crow-space and found out I only need to think about using it and it was the Crow-space that had problems.”
“Now I apparently have to hiss to get my fangs out.”
“...”
“Wait what if I just think about putting my fangs back in like I did with blood?”
“Trying costs nothing.”
The moment Asmodeus stopped speaking commands to use his fangs and just thought about retracting them, they finally obeyed him.
“Whow…”
“So, the trick is to think about it and not command your fangs, huh?”
“...”
“I mean, I don't shout at my arm to move, I just do it.”
“So maybe the fangs are same.”
“...”
“I just realised I had been shouting at my own body like it was some random organism that I had to command and negotiate with…”
“I feel so stupid now.”
“Forget it. Let's play with my fangs some more.”
He extended them again.
Retracted them.
Extended them.
Retracted them.
After repeating the action for a while, Asmodeus decided to keep his fangs extended for a while.
“Okay, that's actually really cool.”
While Asmodeus was experimenting on his fangs, Lucy was kneading biscuits on his knees.
“It's nice how I only have to think about it and my fangs come out and go back in.”
Asmodeus smiled with his fangs extended.
“This looks cute.”
“Yep, raise eyebrows, and it looks cool.”
Asmodeus returned to his resting face.
“They kinda poke my lower lip a lot. Maybe, I should keep then retracted when I close my mouth.”
“...”
“I wanna dress up in some long black coat and maybe a red button-up. Dad's waistcoat should fit me. If I do that I'll look like a really cool vampire.”
“I also need gloves. Black specifically.”
“We can match then Lucy.” Asmodeus said, scratching Lucy under the chin.
“Mraaaw~”
“Maybe I can borrow earrings from mom. She wouldn't mind though.”
“I don't have a long black coat, will beige look bad?”
“Nah, beige doesn't feel right. I'll just ask William to add to my shopping list later.”
“For now, I guess I can skip the coat.”
“Let's do it. I'll dress-up as a vampire.”
“...”
“Fine, laziness wins.”
“I'll ask Mama to make me some vampire-like clothes in the evening. ”
“...”
“I shouted all those phrases and my fangs apparently respond to thoughts instead.”
“It's like, everything is connected to my brain and I need to think more.”
“But I don't have a functioning brain.”
“...”
“Anyway, at least I learnt that using fangs is like using arms. And I don't have to shout any commands.”
“This solves one vampy problem. Progress, I guess.”
“Ahh… I still have to learn to make a blood petal instead of a potato.”
“Then I need to learn how to use nether.”
“Then somehow get access to black market to buy blood. I'm O positive, so I should search for that.”
“Then go back to uni in…”
He checked his phone.
“...two weeks.”
“...”
“I need more vacation. I still didn't go shopping for unwanted stationery.”
“...”
“Anyway, I'm not a defective vampy at least.”
“I thought I'd be more excited than this after getting fangs. I instead discovered an entire syllabus for being a vampire.”
“I should stop staring in the mirror or I'll fall in love with myself.”
“...”
“It's better if I write this stuff down. That's better than depending on Crow.”
“Come on, Lucy. Let's go to my study. I gotta write and you can massage my knees over there.”
“Mraaaw~” Lucy yawned before following out of the vanity.