Flexible Selection Criteria, Vampires Without Fertility

"Three days?" Bellatrix's expression was unreadable. "In three days, a vampire army will be coming for us."

"That means I can still witness vampires and werewolves fighting side by side before I leave this town. What an honor to actually come across such a sight!"

"An honor?" Bellatrix said angrily. "Do you find this amusing? War means people will get hurt. Some may even die."

"Miss Isabella, are you lecturing me?" Aaron looked at her with amusement. "The wars I've taken part in far exceed anything you can comprehend. I've lost count of how many people have died by my hand.

I became accustomed to partings, death, and loss long ago. So long as they do not provoke me, I generally keep my distance."

"Is that the perspective of a god?" Bellatrix asked sarcastically.

"No, it is merely my perspective.

But believe me, to most gods, mortals are nothing more than stalks of straw in a field." Aaron spoke with utter seriousness. "Compared to them, I am fairly kind.

As long as it does not bring disaster upon myself, I will lend a hand whenever it is within my abilities.

But this is a personal grudge of yours. It has nothing whatsoever to do with me. Can I not even be a spectator?

Ignorance is why you can stand on the moral high ground, but once you have experienced enough, you will realize that I am the one who is right."

Bellatrix was immediately rendered speechless. She wanted to refute him, but did not know where to begin.

The others exchanged looks as well. Aaron's words may have been bluntly realistic, but they were all people who had lived through much. They knew perfectly well that some matters were not theirs to meddle in, or they might get dragged down