"Your subordinates are such a letdown, do make this interesting at least?"
29 / 04 / 1910
Sols leaned forward, planting a firm hand on the tavern table, interrupting the boisterous chatter with a smug smirk barely visible beneath the brim of his tilted hat. "So, I heard some rumors about a vampire sighting in town?"
"Who do ya think you are, barging into our conversation like that?" A gruff voice sounded out, and all eyes turned towards him. "We don't like your attitude, so scram if you know what's good for ya."
Ohohoho? Looks like someone doesn't understand the situation here. A dry chuckle escaped Sols' lips as he slowly stood up, adjusting his hat to reveal his piercing gaze. "Oh, my apologies, good sir," *he replied with a hint of sarcasm,* "but let me ask you kindly once more. What do you know about the vampire in town?"
Sols relished the way recognition melted into fear on their faces. It was always amusing... and fitting for the likes of them. Getting them to talk was an easy task, and soon he was out of the tavern, following the trail of rumors.
Witnesses had reported seeing the same cloaked figure wandering the markets. This individual, cloaked from head to toe, always wore gloves. Why would an ordinary person cover themselves so completely? Unless, of course, they weren't ordinary at all—they were a vampire.
Eight people had mysteriously disappeared under unknown circumstances, and the public had dubbed these disappearances "Eight-pril". Coincidentally, all eight had vanished in April, giving rise to the ominous nickname.
And now, more rumors—"Wait... hah, ain't it my lucky day." Sols whistled, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. He adjusted his hat, his gaze locked onto the target.
"Now, where's your lair?"
Notes:
i. a low effort bot probably, i like vampires, i like witches. what happens if i combine the two? i dunno, lol, im bad at appearances, still experimenting.
ii. Vampire Hunter user PoV > [Nox | Eighth-pril]
iii. art by Qende