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Ansiel stood in the burning building relishing in the sounds of panic around him as the Vampires struggled between the choice to burn alive inside or to face the fury of the sun outside of their home. He was so in awe that his plan had gone well that he neglected to notice he had trapped himself in. By the time he had, it was too late. A support beam above his last exit collapsed, taking him down with it.

Above him, the other Scouts were still up in Haven training the day away. They were completely unaware of his excursion to the surface. Jedidiah Abraham, the Lead Scout of the South, where Ansiel had been relocated after proving too much for Uriel to handle, was hosting evasive flight training.

His unpopular apprentice, Morpheus Somnum, had just bolted from tree cover to make a mad dash across the flight deck. "C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!" he huffed and panted between powerful flaps. Jedidiah was having none of it.

Despite Morpheus’ best effort, Jedidiah closed the gap. Upon reaching him, he flew directly above the younger angel and tapped him on the back. He was confident in his own skills so he gave the kid a warning.

"You might want to watch out," he said.

Before his apprentice had time to think, he was kicked into the ground. He cried out as he plummeted. His chin, nose and cheeks skidded across the dirt. As his teacher stepped off of him, the laughter from the Scouts began.

“Great job Jed!”

“Of course Morpheus was no match for you!”

“Thank you. Alright, let’s go again!-” Began the Lead Scout before  a cry from across the flight deck disrupted his thoughts.

“Jed! It’s Ansiel!”

“Hold that thought,” said the Lead Scout before running over.

There was Ansiel, covered in fresh burns and soot, supported by the arms of another Scout. He had a crazed grin on his face. “What happened?” Asked Jed.

“Burned- they burned.” answered the broken man. His vision filled with the sight of burning buildings and vampires. When he came back to reality, his superior had fear in his eyes. Was it for him or of him? It didn’t matter.

“Take him to the infirmary…”

[ourlore]

Eduard Freeheart was The Great Unifier of Vampires and Angels long ago. During his time as The Supreme Alpha of Vampire kind he kept peace between the sweet blooded Angels of the sky and his thirsty followers on the ground. He was a ĐłⱤ₮Ɏ ₴Ɏ₥₱₳₮ⱧłⱫɆⱤ kind and charismatic leader to his followers and ฿ɄⱤ₦ɆĐ suffered an untimely demise at the hands of transitioning ███████. See his impact on his sole surviving legacy in the upcoming the comic, Dead Blood. Coming soon... Physical media by Mikayla Digital Editing by Damien Everything is fine. everything is fine Everything Is Fine. EvErYtHiNg Is FiNE. eVeRyThInG iS fInE. EVERYTHING IS FINE. 3V3|2'/7|-||N6 |5 |=|N3.Ȩ̶̌̽v̵͍̄͜e̷͕̼̓r̶̦̜̋y̴̲̚ṯ̶̌̇h̷̬́ǐ̸̡̪n̵̩̓̀g̸͔̐͠ ̵̻̟͗ì̴̗s̶͖͎̾̅ ̵͔͖͒̂f̸̱̯̈́̐ỉ̵̛̯̰n̶̻̍e̴̘̋.̶̛̗̘́ ̶̩͘e̷͍͂v̷̻̿͘ě̴̲̗r̶̡͕̈́̕y̸̺̱̽̄t̵̫̒h̵̝͂̅ì̴͚̑n̵̤̬̈́̐g̵̡̨̀ ̵̺̭͒i̸̧͍͒̑s̵̩͙͒ ̸̫̥̒f̷̙͠i̸̛͍͘ͅn̴̼̕e̸̠̓ ̸̱̃͠E̸̻̤̍v̴̰̀̄è̴̪r̴͚͋y̵̡̺̔ṱ̸͒h̶̼͐͊i̷̡̹͛̒n̶̫͔̕͝g̴̡͔̈́̈́ ̵͚̃͂İ̴̪̻s̸̙̱̀͆ ̴͍͌̀F̵̙̙̉̀i̴̥̺̅n̸̘̆e̶̬̋.̴͕̔̓ ̸̗͖̈́Ë̸̯͎́v̶̼̖̂E̶̜͝r̶̎͘͜Y̸̖͍̆t̵̥͛H̸̻̘̎i̷̡͕̐̋N̴͔̖̔̎g̷̬̥͑͋ ̵͈̾͜͠I̸͕̿s̶̘͒ ̵̗̋͐Ḟ̷̂ͅi̶̪͑́Ń̸̢̿Ẽ̷̽ͅ.̵͕͓̄̚ ̶̛̼̏ȩ̷́̍V̵̱̱̀͗ȩ̶͙͌̊R̴̛̠̫͛ỷ̶̻̺́Ṭ̷̆̕h̷͕̓͠I̵̜̹̐͠ń̶̮̜̒G̵̨͠ ̸͖̟̎̏i̸̙̱̓S̷̢̆̈ ̷̝̎̚f̵̻̞̓̏Î̵̛̟n̷̰͚͌̈E̷̼̦̓.̸̻̦͝ ̴͎͐E̷̖̽̋V̶̗͒E̷̳̳̊́Ŗ̷̝̽Y̵̜͑T̷̫͑H̶̜͒I̴̭͙͘N̴͓̂̀͜G̸̬̏̍ ̴̳͝Ḯ̵̱̝͑S̴͙̑̌ ̵̲͋F̷̹̓Ï̵̞͖̏Ǹ̴̬͝E̶͕̔͠.̸̧̒͛ ̷̰͍͋3̷̬̩̐̅V̵̩͂3̶͈̲̑|̶͔͑̓2̶͖̊͆͜'̸͕̲̃/̷̜̄7̵̛̺|̸̲̃̚ͅ-̷̭̑|̶̟͗̒|̸͇̙̉̚N̵͇̦͒6̴̥̏ ̵͉͊̄|̷͕͙̈́͂5̶͇͒̈́ ̴̺̳̈́͗|̴̝̯̔͂≠̗̆̈́|̴̞͑N̴͓̗̔3̴͇͓͒̈ E̴̢͕̫̺̞̫͙͕͉̳̖͎͂͛̑͐̈́͗̄̽̈́̽̾̚̚͜͝͝v̵̡̛͓͓̰̜̼͉̠̩̺̟͉̩̈́̃̃̾̓̒̃͛̾͑̚͝e̷̹͚̯͇̰̤̭͎̫͙̍̄̔̄̕r̴̡͍̻͖̺̝͙͉͙̤͚͓̙̓͊ÿ̶̡̟͔̠̠́̚t̶̛̻̟̮̻͖̬͙͕̜̦̦̱̓́̿̀̃͌̐̒̈́͛͋̕͘͝h̷̦̍i̸͈̗̠̟̼̱͋̌̈̆̿̀̈́̎͋̏̿̈͛͘͜n̸̨̡̛̦̻̺̮̞̙̳͍͔͉̱̱̈́͑̂̈́̇̕ͅģ̷͈̫̬̲̟̠̝͍̺̫̙̠̒̈́̓͗͂̈̉́ ̷̢̺̩̱̠͔̓̕ĭ̵͚͙̹̭͖̜̑s̸̫̬͎̒̈͋̄̀̃̀̒̓̈́͋ ̸͚̥̓f̶̧͖̮̼̦͔̭̯̪͚̓̋̃̐̐͐͐͑̓͘̕i̷̥͙̗͕̳̬͎͍̊̀͌́̉̀̏́͛͛̕̚͜͠͠͠ͅn̴̨̡̨̛̥̮̯̭̹̦̗̳̭̔̓̌̉̅͜e̶̗̦̗̠̬͕̩̅.̷̢̮̖͔̦̠͓̩̺̳͚͔̐͆̍̏͌̍̅̏̕̚ ̴̨̧͔̟̟̆̎͌̌̿̒ë̵̢͉͈͓̰͎̺̙̼̦̦̟͚̲̋̎́̇̈́̽̆͗̊͘͠͠v̶̧̻̹̦̫̖͈̣̬͖̼̹̩̞̓ë̵̢͍͔̗͈́̆̆̈́̇̓͆̽͗̂r̴̢̗̻͙̬̣̀̓̊̈́̒͑́̇̿̄͊̓͌͘͠y̸͙̠̖͔̠̰͓̤̯̯͍̿̃̋̎̅̅̎̒̃̿ͅț̴̡̡̡̡̠̟͓̲͔̥̦͈́̌̑͂̓͐̓̑͠ḩ̸̛͉̻̮̺̠͓͙̜̪̱̺̺̭́́͊̆̄̈́̈͝ͅḭ̸̢͆̌̈́͊̆̈̍̿͒͆̍̕͠͝͝ṇ̴̨̪̞̱͉̘͚̲͔̗̩̬̪̜͑̋͑́͌̾̔͝g̵̡̟͍̪͕̒̄̏̚͝ ̷̧̧̟͙̲͍̩͎̦̝̜̼̝̫͆̊̇̅͐̆̀̄̄̐̕͝ị̸̧̜̤̻̽̊̒̑̈̾͒̏̌͊̽͘ŝ̵̫̤̬̭̹͛ ̴̢͖̖̗̤̯̲̠̤̺͎͎̮̈͐̿̅̾̓͝͝f̷̛͚͓̫̯̩̖̥̮̫̟̰͈͗̏͗̓̄́̔̂͂̚̚͠í̸̞͚͕̪̩̃͘ņ̷̗̰͉̪̮͙̗̗͌̈́͌̀̃̃́̒̎̎́̈̂͝ë̸̳̯̪̖́͗̀̽̀͆̽ ̶͈͗̿̊̋̾̋̿͘̕E̷̤̊̾̓̓̊̎̒̽́̓̓̕v̵̢̢̡̘̗͉̼̥͍͖̦̞͉͍͈͐̀̈́̉͛̚ệ̸̢͙͈̗̹͙͖͙̠͊̃̒͘͝ȑ̸̼̻̦͍͙̬̬̌̒̚͠͝ͅy̸̨̡͖͖͚͍͇̫̰͑͂́̾̀͋̈̅ţ̴͎̖͉̱͙̮͉̻̌̅͊h̶̡͔̘̥̰̬̤͑̐̈́̆̀̒̌̀̚ͅị̴̥̙̘̩̱̥͇̜̻̱̰̗̂ń̸̝͚̦̜̜̍g̶̱̝̣̦̠̟̞͎̞̫̈͒͆̐̿̌̏͘͠ͅ ̴̨͛̈́̀͗͌I̸̛̹͖̘̹̘̝͈̓͑̎̈́̂͗͊́̍̕͘͠ͅs̶̡̢̡͕͓̝͖̫̬͓͙̽̈̽̿̈́͌͒̽̃͘͘͘ ̵̨̛̛̬͕̹͙̰̜̘̫͖̰̟̤̳̗̇͋̊̉͊̒͗̏̇̕͝F̵̢̛̛̣̞̒͌̄̐̇̏͗͌̆͑̀̕͝i̸̢̡̛̟̪̦̮̟̝̲̯͕̣̍̍̆̇̇͋̕ͅͅň̴̘̝̝̝̳́́e̸̮̩̼̫̣̤̣̯̤̝͔̯̯̎̀͐͋̀̇̽͜͜.̵̤̜̱̞̠̽̿ ̴̢̡̛͍͈͎̹͙̟͈̺͍̭̗̺̂̂͛̆̈́̊͌̑̈́͠Ȩ̵̠̟̼̪̻͕͎̎̈͗̂̎̈̌̈́̊̎͌̐̇͝͝v̸̢̛̲̳̰̩̟̯̗̪̯̳͇̯̫͂̋̃͗̏̒̋̌̄̾̕̕ͅE̴̳̋r̴̨̤̻͖̤̲͈͓̫̮͐͂̎͐͛̑͐͂̀̽̏̅̿̑͠Y̶͍̐͌͋͒̔̈́̍t̵̞̏͐Ḩ̴̣̘̦̰͍̤͆̍͌̈́͊̀́̽̈͛͘͘̕i̶̧̳͆̐̇́̆͋̅̀̒̉͘͘Ń̶͔̣̝̟̙̭͕̟̘̱̩̬̺͗̏̇̍̅͗̅͐̂͗͑̂͘͜͠g̶̨͍̥̮̮͚̫̯͖͎͂̓̂̂̍̅̇̃͘͝ ̷̧̬̞̀͛́͌̿̋I̸̧̧͇̰̗̗̞̹͎̟̘̞͆́̃̋́̀͛̈́̾͗̕̚͘͝s̶̢̯̦̍͗̃̓̆ͅ ̵̗̳̗̫̭͆̅̅̃͝F̸̣̫̤͙̙͊̈́́̉̽̆̔͌́̆ǐ̴̲̱̦̺͔̳͇̮̣͖̟̙̞̞̋͐̔̄̍͂͌N̵͍̄̉͘E̸̢̡̬̣̺̜̠̹̙̫̺͔̜̕͜ͅ.̵̤̭̝͐͐̇͛͒́ ̷̨͊̀̾̾͌̄̂̆̃̀̚͝ę̶͈̟͍̟̤̑͛̍V̵̡̧̜̝͖̟͎̠͚̱͈̘̝̠̆̉̀̈́̏̎̇̀̐͆͗͆̋̚e̵̡̬̭̙̗͑̑͌̓́̉̈́̅͠ͅR̸̛̥̝͍͈͎̗͍̀́͑̽́̔̂̒͑̓͒̀͜͝y̶̻̻͈̮̺̖̍̿̃͋T̷̨̟̟̖̰͔̼͍̻͈̬̮̱͌̃̈͒̋̒̔̓̀͂h̷̖̬̩̣̙͌̒͌̃̀̍̄͒͊͝͝ͅI̸̤̦̙͕͔̙̊̿̃̂͑̈́͛̈́̊ǹ̸̛̤̼͓͎̙̾̇̂͂̏͒̾̕̕̕͝ͅG̸̪̞̻̬̀ ̷̲̠͕͇͕͈̳̍̆̈͗̓̅į̷̢̲̘̤̘̭̼̥̱͚̟̝̝̟̈̆̊̒̓͆̀͛̉̕͝S̶̮̗̟̏͂̀́̃̽̏̾̎̚͝ ̴̞͇̞͙͙̤͕͖̯̲͌̈́́̈̑̂̀̃͂̽͊̚̕f̷̧̨̛̺̲̭̥̯̙͍̍͂͘Ỉ̸̡̢͖͖̤͎̜̗̇͜n̸̨̨̺͕͖̘̬̠̠̖͂͆͜E̵̡͔̤̪͝.̵̨̡̧̫̯̯̩͔̮͓̳̣̻͖̯̑̓̓̕͝ ̷̡̙͚̦̙̝͔͖̗̹͚͒̊͜ͅE̵͇̯͒͌͌̀̀̀V̵̛̗̪͎̥͓͎͔̹̀͌͌͂̈́̓̌̉̏͠͝͠Ẹ̵̛̏̂̈́̐͌̑̓̈́̄̒̊̕͝R̸̺̮͊Y̴̧̛͓͚̥͚̜͈̱̤͚̠͇̼̋̀͊̊͂͑̄̑̇́̂̋͝͝T̸̡͖͎̬̱̋H̴̯̦͎̣̣̹̥̙̭̒̋̈́̉̉̃I̸̧̘̻͓̗̩̝̠͚̕ͅN̷̛̤̾̉́̀̕̕͝G̵͔̫̐̌̂͌͒̇͂̈́͌̿̀̕ ̸̛͈̱̽̈́̇̓̚͝͠͝͝͝Į̵̗̞̤͚̺̬̍̄́̓̇̕͝S̴̢̛͚̻͈͔͚͕̝̣̐͗̒̈̒͊̇̑͊̔́̔̕̚ͅ ̷͓͕̫̫̺̙̅͑̓̃́̈͐̽̃͜͠Ḟ̶̨̧͚̭̭̫͙͇͍̼̲̱͉̺̭̄̂͒I̸̡̛̲͎̗̪̣̜̭̱̋͑̐̏̈̿́̐͌̈́͝N̸̡̡̡͕̪̮͎̩̹͑̎͌͌͗̀͜͠E̵͉̪̪̻̒͋̈́̆.̴̛̻̲̺͇͕̯͐̆͗̍̿̿̀̌͐̑̕͠ ̷̨̧̛̙̜͕̼̲̾̅͋̓̿̀3̷͉͔͕̬̭̈̂͒͆V̷̛̼͓͔͓͍͙̱̩͋͛̐̓͋3̷̮̱̗̣̰̒̏̋͑̉͆͘̚͘͠|̶̛̯͋̎̃̎́̋̓̍́̚͘͝͝2̷̜̘̝͕̼̗̺͍̞͚͓͂̅͒͋̉͆́͑͆͠ͅ'̵̧͓̪̤̺̙̙͖͉͕͊/̶̡̪̭͓̙̫̥̥͍̦́͊͑͒̓̒̊7̷͎͊́̈͗|̷̛̝̺͚̑̾̋̆͝-̷̺̪̝̝̏̓̐̊̓̿̌̓̈́͐͂̏̚͘͝|̸̡̨̬͇̰̜͔̠̪͈̂̀͂̃̃̄͠|̷̡̛̛̛̹̟̳͙̭̺͈͚̬̘̔̿̓̍͝͝ͅṄ̶̡̠̹͓̻̭̼̦̪͖̔̀̐̏̀̈́6̸̣̣̺̠̥͂̒̆̏̕͘ͅ ̸̡͈͎̗̦͔̘͕́̽̈́͗̆|̵̨̯̞̫͉̣̟̬̖̄̀̉͗̇̿͒̉̀̄͛̇͝5̸̛͖̒̀̅̏͆́͋́́̇̾̒̉̈́ ̷̨̡̢̰̺̓͂̏̊̍̒|̶̧͖̦͉͔̾͐̋̂̆̑̚ͅ=̴̨̨̛̠̲̖̯͇̪̗̖̞̫̭̬̖̐͂̂̉|̵̨̡̛͙̹̻̭̺͓̥͖̫̤̦̝̺̎͂͌̉N̵̛͍̥̎̎͆͛́̋̈̈̌̂͑͐̕̚3̸͇͍̻̖͔̜́̑̽͝.̵͖͓̰̩̺̣͇͍̩̤̻͛ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦᴺᵍ ᶦˢ ᶠᶦᴺe

ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦᴺᵍ ᶦˢ ᶠᶦᴺᵉ

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“How many…how many days has it been?” Zander asked. His fangs had grown long and his face sallow since he first arrived in the thirty square foot cell he now called home. He felt like he was spinning-not that he would have the energy to dare trying to stand.

“Awake again? I thought you were dead. Well, dead dead,” 

chirped the voice of his sweet-blooded tormentor. His scent alone was enough to rouse Zander. Suddenly he felt a surge of primal strength urging him to rise.

A bright light from a small ring above his captor’s head illuminated the ground before him. He shied away from it reflexively. “Ah ah, where are your manners? Remember, I am in control here. You’re just a fucking leech.”

Zander hated the term. He came from a family with prestige. His family was gone now, but he was no leech.

A sickly sweet scent assaulted his senses. His glowing red eyes snapped up into the blinding glow. He squinted to no avail, but recognized that smell anywhere. His captor was bleeding. The small feast had opened himself to him and put a ray of Haven between them.

Zander hated him. His instincts told him to strike- to bite, to claw, and to fight his way into the other man’s neck, but he was better than that. He was no leech. Still, he couldn’t suppress everything. He hissed at his captor, baring his fangs.

“Hungry?” The other man asked behind his wall of light. “I can fix that.”

For a brief moment the Vampire caught a glimpse of a pair of pliers. Before he could even ask, the light from his tormentor was upon him, sapping his strength. He felt the other man on top of him and a hand squeezing his cheeks to pry open his jaws. He tried to struggle, but he barely had any energy left. He felt the metal vice close on his left fang and twist. There was a crack and he let out a hoarse scream. He struggled more, but the lanky man above him was surprisingly strong. He was held in place as the second fang was clamped and wrenched from its place.

Zander’s mouth filled with the bitter taste of his own old blood. He stopped it quickly with a few licks before realizing that his captor had retreated to the safety of the area outside of his cell. Bringing a hand up to his bloodied lips, he could feel the void where his fangs once were and hear the laughter of his tormentor- mocking

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Most of Ansiel’s group disbanded at his command. Then, it was just him, a frightened Scout, and the leech. He approached them quietly and helped the other Scout up from the ground. “C’mon Jesse you heard what I said right?” He asked.

“S- sorry it’s just…”

“Just what?”

“He was so quick.”

“They are quick.”

“But-”

“But what?”

“He was so calm before.”

“NEVER trust a Vampire,” said Ansiel, patting the other Scout’s back with his bloody hand. “Now, go home.” When he noticed that he had sullied the other Scout’s pristine robes he called out to him, “and wash those robes!”

Once Jesse had gone, Ansiel turned his attention to the disgusting pest still snapping and snarling in his training room. Grinning, he leaned in close enough to see the glint off of his fangs, but far enough to be just out of reach. “Do you want something?” He lifted his bloody hand and watched the Vampire become placid and almost docile in the presence of his blood. “Oh, is it this?” He asked, falling for the facade.

There was silence for a moment. Zander licked his lips ingratiatingly. 

The bloody hand was moved within his reach. 

“Well?” Ansiel asked.

Zander felt an ache in his jaw as his saliva began to flow again. Suddenly, he latched himself to the hand to slurp up the sweet blood. His mouth still felt dry. He knew Ansiel only wanted him to seal the wound, but he couldn’t help himself. He sank his fangs into the meaty part of Ansiel’s thumb to draw more of his honeyed blood. 

Ansiel let out a yelp and began beating on the Vampire’s head. “Get. Off. Of. Me. You. Fucking. Leech!” Cried the Angel punctuating each word with a blow. It took no time for him to begin to feel woozy. His beating slowed and his pulse became thready. This triggered Zander to release him and to seal the wounds with coagulating saliva. He didn’t want to suck him dry.

Ansiel staggered back. His nose scrunched in disgust and eyes widened in fear of the bloodied Vampire before him. He wiped the saliva from his healed hand onto his robes and turned away. “Y-you’re going back to your cage tonight.”

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Sneak peek at tomorrows video! We couldn't help ourselves. We loved this shot so much!

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Here's a behind the scenes look at the storyboarding of Fangless. We've come a long way since then, but some of the notes in here are just priceless!

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Zander stood in the dark room silently. His ears were finely tuned and listening to the sounds of panicked Angels around him. This was some sort of training exercise for them. 

“Where is he?” Said one.

“I can’t see him,” said another.

Zander could see them. Many of them fumbled around the room. He thought of how foolish an idea this exercise could have been had he been a Vampire with less class.

“Remember, no halos!” Called a familiar voice. It was that of his captor, Ansiel, leading the little drill. “He’ll make himself known soon enough.”

Someone bumped into Zander and jerked away quickly with a whimper. Zander didn’t move even though the scent coming off of the blind Scout was so tempting. When was the last time he fed?

“Sounds like somebody found him! What’s that fucker up to?”

“J-just s-standing there,” whispered the Scout, approaching the sympathetically still Vampire.

“Don’t let your guard down. He’ll show his true colors any...second...NOW!” Said the drill leader. He wasn’t going to let the opportunity Jedidiah gave him to lead go to waste. He had to make sure his Scouts were on the same page. He had to make them fear the parasite so he cut his hand open with a knife as if it were customary. 

At the slightest whiff of Angel’s blood Zander sprung to life. It was then he remembered the cuffs at his wrists and the chain at his neck. The Angel before him fell to the ground in horror as he snapped his jaws fruitlessly.

Ansiel laughed maliciously. “That’s right leech. Show them what you really are.”