Annan kept watching. The elegant Vampire was calmly tying a napkin around his neck, speaking to a Magic Stone on the table. "The Giant Beast Skeleton Bar has no top-tier blood, but its selection is impressive. I give it one star."
"I ordered five glasses of blood: three Demon, one Greyfur Rat, and one Devil. First, I'll try the Devil blood..."
Annan abruptly turned to the four-armed bee Demon. Somehow, under that faintly contemptuous gaze, it felt a twinge of guilt.
Impossible. How could this Succubus know what I really am?
The Vampire picked up the first glass of Devil blood and took a small sip, savoring it carefully. A few seconds later, he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and said, "The blood tastes astringent. Its owner was in a poor mood when it was drawn, but that doesn't spoil the overall flavor. Hmm... The heat of a Devil and the chill of order collide on the tip of my tongue. Very fresh. What a pleasant surprise. Now I'm looking forward to the rest."
The Vampire thought that was only the beginning. He had no idea it was also the end.
Not one of the next four glasses satisfied him.
"The Khorne Demon blood is too thick. I asked for pure blood. Why is there so much minced flesh in it?"
"The Horned Demon blood is too astringent. I told you, blood drawn from the neck or heart is best, followed by the wrist. Where did this come from? It even has a stale smell."
"Pah! The Greyfur Rat blood has been watered down. Unacceptable! You're ruining good ingredients!"
"This one is especially outrageous. There's a speck of shit floating in it. Hey, there's shit in my drink."
The four-armed bee Demon had had enough. It tossed him a