Cosmetic Issues(private)

It had been a long night. While Nyx had gone back to normal, he couldn’t stop thinking about what kind of person she had been back then as Fluffy. What had even caused that? Had she been attacked? Had she seen Askel? He had had his bats looking for the man, but thus far they had had no luck.

Eventually Nyx was going to grow up from an adorable pup into a wolf. As a father it should be his responsibility to ensure that when she did inevitably become a wolf, she was able to express those parts of herself without damaging the society she lived in. He himself had had to do similar for himself in regards to his compulsion to hunt. He had his outlets, she needed hers. But she was being difficult in that regard due to her past father’s influence.

What could he do? Would anything he did be enough? Or was this destined to end in tradegy?

Ozaki groaned as he got up, starting to pace around. He was hungry. Maybe drinking some would help him figure something out. Probably not. But he liked to think it would anyways. He walked over to his fridge and pulled out a blood pack, spinning off the cap from it and sipping on it.

The chilled blood tasted bitter on his tongue, and he drank through his fangs so as to avoid the unsettled sensation his stomach sometimes got from drinking blood like this. He was essentially cold blooded, so technically the temperature shouldn’t matter. But it just didn’t feel right going down his throat, and its taste was a far cry from the tantalizing flavor of…

Ozaki shook his head. No damn it. He’d thought he’d been able to rid himself of such thoughts years ago. But even after getting the Bottle of Stevens potions out of his system, he could remember everything it had brought to the surface.

He knew that using it on his father would never work. The potion was far too indiscriminate, while he had been on it everything had felt as fresh as the day he had experienced it. Memories long since buried, ancient and left to hopefully rot. Yet whenever he looked back there they were, like a ghost.

Right now the memory of his mother’s blood was particularly distracting him from anything. Ozaki finished the blood packet quickly and tossed the pack in the trash, promptly trying to distract himself with random shit on the internet. A little bit of Youtube, and a little bit of obsessive attempts to find anything and everything he could on Askel.

There was infuriatingly little information on the man, so he was currently trying to find how he might be able to hire the mercenary. In theory anyways. It was the beginnings of a trap he had in mind that might work…

But then again. Why was he setting a trap for him when Nyx was the real threat here? Askel was just doing his job to eliminate dangerous beasts off the streets.

Ozaki blinked heavily, his mind whirling for a moment. There… There was something wrong. Something different. The vampire could feel his talent beginning to activate, clicking away in the back of his mind. The taste of the blood on his tongue sent a neurotic tingle to his finger tips, and he abruptly shut off his lap top and hurried to the bathroom, repeatedly washing his mouth out until he couldn’t taste a single drop.

What the hell was he doing? Raising a blood devil. Drinking blood like some common mosquito. He was no better than those vile creatures that had turned him. Ozaki growled at the empty mirror, pacing back into his room and pulling the bed away from the wall.

Everything had been so muddled a minute ago. But now it was like someone had just shone a light into his thoughts and suddenly everything made sense. He’d been looking at this the wrong way. What could it have been? This was different. New. Ozaki thought as he dug through the random shit he had tossed under his bed over the years until coming across a thick, leather sheathed file. Ozaki had meant to throw this away years ago. But now that he was here he was glad he’d never gotten around to cleaning out the underside of the bed.

Like an echo, the instinct of his talent answered his question. The blood. The blood had done this. It was doing something to him… He should do something about it.

Yet despite that little thought in his head, Ozaki was feeling increasingly more and more compelled to ignore it as he felt his fangs with his tongue. Even if it was having an effect on him, it didn’t matter. Because everything was so much more simple now. Creatures like him, creatures like Nyx. Shouldn’t even exist in the first place.

Ozaki unsheathed the file, the silver of the grated surface seeming to radiate malice to his inner most instincts. The instincts of a vampire. He clenched his fist tightly around the silver, the skin sizzling upon contact. The fact he had spent over half his life catering to the needs of gluttonous hemophages was enough to make him want to… But no.

That would do no good. He could do far much more alive than in any alternative state. But that did not mean such repugnancy could go unpunished. He would take care of the Nyx problem the moment dusk had settled. It’d be easy enough to lure her into a trap, she’d go where ever he texted her to meet him at.

But for now he had a whole day ahead of him with little more to do than prepare. But before then Ozaki had a little… Cosmetic problem he had to fix first. 


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He arrived at the park at the time he had texted to Nyx. The text had told her that he had a surprise for her in the park, and to come alone. He had no doubt that she would obey his request. But if it were the case that she brought Dawn along, he would simply have to make a change of plans. So far as he had read, Majin were biologically normal humans. Which meant his arsenal of various drugs at his disposal would be able to to take care of her quickly. He would just have to act quickly to be sure that Nyx did not activate any of her talents after taking care of Dawn...

But she'd likely come on her own. 

Ozaki rubbed at his mouth, swallowing down the blood that was still leaking from his filed down fangs. It hurt like a bitch. He could have perhaps used a painkiller for it. But... This pain felt right for a creature such as him. There was a hard look in his eyes as he waited for Nyx on that park bench. It was a look lacking of warmth and comfort, only cold hard determination and hatred lay past them.