Old Vampire and a Holy Girl

"It's morning!

Gashyaaaa!

Thick, black blackout curtains can be pulled open at once.

Bright white morning sunshine entering your room relentlessly.

"Gaaaaaaaaaa!"

Wild screams.

The Lord of Voices is an old man rolling around in a Gothic bed with a canopy.

"Uncle, it's morning!

The girl leans closer to the bed, smiling joyfully.

And with so much arm power I couldn't imagine from my little body, I pulled the blanket off.

"Uncle, morning!

"The morning sun hurts!

"No more, no more, no more. You know, I can't get through."

"Hey, Virgin, hey, you know, uncle, you said no morning, right?

"That's why I can't reintegrate into society."

Girl like a little animal, fluttering her cheeks already.

White, men can only turn red eyes with a troubled face.

This interaction has been taking place every morning lately.

But - you'll have to do it again today.

Sit at the end of the bed.

The man says as he narrows his eyes to the morning sun, which enters relentlessly.

"You know, uncle, I'm a vampire. Do you die in the morning sun? You know?"

"I'm alive!

"Well, I'll give it indoors because it's strong. Then I won't die in the morning... but the hard part is, it's hard. Look, he's a vampire."

"What are you talking about already? Vampires only exist in the story. You can't fool me."

This is it.

A man once did everything he could to be evil and treacherous - a real vampire.

But I was tired of getting slammed, and I was completely withered.

I don't need any more blood, and if I'm just gonna live, if I don't get motivated down to the point where I can attack animals every once in a while, and I don't go out there for a while...

Vampires other than myself were extinct.

Nowadays' vampires' seem to be the only ones out in the gaga.

A man who was once scared by the rest of the world and called "The True Bakery Enemy of God" and "The King of the Vampires" was now also treated as "The Hikikomori who lives in an ancient castle on the outskirts".

The currents of the times stain me.

The girl had a very motivated look on her face.

"It's okay, uncle."

"What do you want?"

"It is also our role to reintegrate our uncle into society. God is always on your side."

"I don't know... Uncle, I'm on the enemy side of God one way or another"

"It's okay. You'll see. There's a time for everyone to want to say," God is my enemy, "or" I'm a vampire. "

I was turned towards a smile full of mercy.

Apparently, they think you're like a painful young man.

Out of hand.

If this tries to get you out of the castle with martial authority, there is also a way for men to do it.

But when they only ask me to persuade them and change their minds, I don't know how to motivate them.

I was originally tired of fighting and domination.

Fighting lasts - somehow, saving time. I'm not young, no more.

"... I'm fine every day. Hey, you are."

The man grabs his pillow.

And with the pipe in his hand, he magically lit a fire...

"Do you come to your uncle every day and your father and mother don't worry?

"I'm perfectly fine because I'm not here!

"... oh, that's, that's bad..."

"Originally, in our temple, we choose the Virgin from among the abandoned children. A forsaken child is, in other words, a child sent by God. Finally, my father and mother are God."

"You're fine."

"Yes! Because I was chosen as the Virgin of the Quarter just to say I am well!

"Right."

Pull out the purple smoke.

And, "Keho, Keho," the girl coughed.

Men wander.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Speaking of which, didn't you like cigarettes?"

I hurriedly dropped the ashes.

Zazaza, and the shadow moves and swallows the ashes, carrying them.

The sight won't be visible to her.

The Virgin weeps a little, rubbing her eyes,

"Yes, no, never mind! I'm perfectly fine, no matter what happens! Until I reintegrate my uncle into society, I will try to stand any trick!

"I didn't mean that, uncle..."

"Yes! My uncle is a good man!

"... right"

"You can go out into society and you're sure to do it!

They tell me to eventually go out into society no matter what conversation I have.

Tough.

Men put their hands on their foreheads.

And...

"Look, Virgin, I don't have to work anything. I'm not in trouble where I live, and I don't have to work to eat. So you, too, give up on the futility of leaving me out there, and keep that cheer up for your troubled little one but me."

"But uncle, you're not the official lord of this castle, are you?

"Hey... this is my uncle's castle..."

"But legally, it's illegal occupation, isn't it?

"... you know, I've been up here sleeping for hundreds of years"

"Hundreds of years ago... ahhh... yes, that's right"

"Not the paranoia of a painful young man, huh? Uncle, it's already true, I'll be honest over and over again, but you're a vampire, you've lived about six hundred years, and you've been awake in this castle forever, haven't you?

"If you're really a vampire, try something vampire-like!

"Hmmm......"

Men become troubled.

I don't care if you ask me to do something vampire-like.

In the meantime, I'll stare.

The vampire's eyes are endowed with the magic of 'charm'.

Whether heterosexual or same-sex, if you stare so close, your opponent will be more or less mellow.

"... what's up?

The Virgin just puts her neck up.

... Again, it doesn't work.

Against magic - or it seems to be deactivated.

If the world were the world, it wouldn't have been the kind of person who would be turned to care for his uncle in such a remote place.

Well, then...

A man sees the Virgin's neck.

Low-exposure outfit. Still, the neck muscles were exposed.

Bright white skin.

Young - if you stick your fangs out there and 'pour magic in' directly, how could she not deactivate it?

But...

"... um, something's not right, it doesn't boil"

"Yes?"

Stick your fangs up your neck muscles - it's close to sexual activity.

A man sees a girl.

Peachy hair.

Healthy, firm skin.

The face looks pleasant, less exposed outfit, but from all over the body: 'Fine!' The feeling is swept away.

Age - mid-teens or so. I'm not sure. Men don't really know how old people are.

I don't know - yeah.

I'm not the subject of sex.

It's a daughterful feeling, not very much, but not motivating.

"It's not until you grow up that I'm a vampire."

Men laugh.

The girl puts her neck up.

"What do you mean?

"No, no. Anyway - give up about your uncle and go somewhere else"

"No! Because you can't leave your uncle alone living a reversal day and night looking lonely here!

"I'm in trouble."

Men laugh - all they can do is laugh.

This has been a small change in the daily routine of dead vampires lately.

I have this conversation every morning, and every little bit of my life cycle is healthier, but...

Still, vampires don't leave the castle.