Kath'tan stepped forward and grabbed a handful of pale hair speckled with blood, consternation in his deep purple eyes. "What are you?"
Dulce parted his lips to try to speak, but all that came out was a mouthful of blood, sharp fangs dyed red.
Kath'tan sneered and ripped the beam out, ignoring the monster's pitiful whimpers as he dropped to the grassy ground. "Speak." He demanded, placing a foot on him to keep him down.
Dulce held the Demon's ankle, he might not die but he wasn't in any state for a conversation either. He lifted the Demon's feet off him so he could curl on his side, shivering in pain.
Kath'tan found that the creature could still surprise him. There had been a lot of strength in the strange creature's hands when he lifted his leg off him. It meant that the frail, vampiric monster could have certainly defended himself, yet he chose not to.
He nudged the shivering creature with his heavy leather boot, which made him let out a strangled scream. He wasn't forthcoming with a response despite this and Kath'tan momentarily forgot his impatience.
The bleating of sheep drew his attention away from the unknown monster that was still curled up tight on his side, having no more blood left to give.
Kath'tan wasn't the kind to keep trying unto futility. He needed more information before he resumed his attempts to kill the monster off. He had no interest in the monster's unwillingness to defend himself, ready to take whatever advantage he was given.
Dulce was curled up tight, his eyes equally squeezed shut, it was all that kept him from screaming his throat to shreds. He needed to get up and consume some blood, or regeneration would be excruciating and slow.
But he couldn't will himself to open his eyes, much less rise to his feet. Drowning in so much pain that he didn't hear the Demon walk off.
"Get up and drink."
He heard the low demonic voice that had incapacitated him so. He intended to keep ignoring the Demon until he heard the telltale bleating of a sheep right next to his ear.
Dulce pried open drained red eyes to see the Demon holding a sheep over him. He slowly sat up with much effort, wincing when the sheep was dropped unceremoniously on him.
Dulce hugged the sheep close, the creature completely immobile from his superior strength. He sighed in dismay as he patted the sheep, doing nothing but staining its white woolen coat red and agitating the panicked animal further.
He had hoped to properly enjoy a sheep after succeeding in summoning a Hellhound. He would drain its blood then make mutton stew... he sighed again, depressed.
He hadn't gotten his Hellhound, and now he had to gather another set of ingredients as well as deal with the trouble he had summoned. How unfortunate, such terrible luck.
Kath'tan curiously waited to see what the monster would do, he would know for certain if it was a Vampire when it drank from the sheep. But all the monster did was hold the sheep and sigh miserably, it irked him.
Just as he was about to speak up, the monster that had summoned him bit down on the sheep, confirming his suspicions. The Vampire drank delicately, surrounded by a cloud of red-tainted wool.
Kath'tan faltered for a moment, finding himself thinking of how reminiscent the strange Vampire was of a sheep. It was only for a moment before he was back to asking questions.
When the Vampire raised his head, he crouched next to him, probing him with intent purple eyes. "Why does the sun not affect you?"
Dulce's expression was even more dazed than usual, sated and healing from his gruesome injuries. Drooping red eyes just looked the red-hued demon over, right before they slipped close and he flopped on his back.
Kath'tan just stared at the knocked-out Vampire with thinning patience, knowing that he unfortunately wasn't dead. Such a simple matter had only managed to get more and more complex as time went on.
He rose to his feet and walked off, leaving both sheep and Vampire laying next to each other in a puddle of blood. Aggravating as it may be, he was beginning to come to terms with the fact that he might not be returning to the Hells soon.
How strange, a completely unpredictable event had crashed into his plans and put everything into a standstill. He wandered around the small cottage, a brief affair.
The Vampire lived in complete squalor, with a few measly animals for company. How foolish. With his strength, surely he could acquire much better living conditions. He couldn't understand it.
He also had no interest in understanding; if violence wouldn't get him answers, then he would try a different method. As satisfying as it would be to rip the Vampire to pieces, it wouldn't take him back to the Hells.
After walking around the small estate, his boots leaving large indents on the ground, he returned to seek out the Vampire who was in the middle of hoisting the cooling body of the dead sheep.
"What are you doing?" He asked curiously, impressed once again. The hole in the Vampire's chest had closed, pale skin showing through his bloody, tattered shirt.
Dulce froze, an incriminating expression on his face. "I'm going to make mutton stew." He replied plainly, hesitantly asking. "W-Would you like some?"
Anger flared in Kath'tan's eyes, "Are you mocking me?" His voice dropped.
Knowledge of Earth was common in the Hells, so he knew well enough of Vampires. The soulless, undead parasites had no need for normal sustenance.
Dulce clung to his sheep, worried that the Demon would decimate it as well. Unlike him, the dead animal couldn't regenerate. "N-Never mind me." He said hastily, hopping to his feet to go make good his word.
"Wait." Kath'tan stopped the Vampire in his steps. "I want answers."
Dulce gulped and turned around. "I am a Vampire, and I don't know why I can walk in the sun." He said slowly, "I apologize again for summoning you." He tried to bow with the sheep in hand, an awkward affair. "I promise to find a way to undo the summons..."
"I don't have the patience for that," Kath'tan cut him off, shelving the information he had learned of the strange Vampire for later.
Dulce flinched, "Please don't try to kill me again," He begged pitifully.
Kath'tan said nothing to that, purple eyes flashing dangerously. There was no question of that, he just had to find out what could kill the Vampire, and then he would be home free.
"Because I-" Dulce hastily cut himself off, worrying that revealing his immortality would only incentivize the Demon to torment him further.
"Because what?" Kath'tan shot him a glare.
Dulce retreated, his head down. "N-Nothing."