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The woman in front of him turned around and pulled down her hoodie to reveal two fangs and a grin. "Like my handiwork?" She said with a soft, musical chuckle, then gestured to the weapons. "Relax Immortalis. I've already eaten. Unless you attack me, I have no business with you." The girl gestured again, and smirked as she said "And, if you're thinking of revenge, save it. The girl practically gave me her blood. Plus anyway, vampires have to eat too you know, it's not exactly a crime to kill your food."

Despite him noticing her knowledge of his race and the last statement being a taunt, Asher's expression remained stoic and emotionless. The Master Immortalis of God extinguished the fire ball in his hand, but didnt sheath his sword. It wasn't fear, it was caution. "And I suggest for you to stop feeding on angels, hybrid." Asher responded rather coldly- hell, you can even see his breath. Ironic that its summer. You shouldn't be able to do that. Then again, Asher had power over ice, so this is his way of showing hostility. "You vampires always drain your victims dry. Why not just leave them alive but barely enough to remember the whole ordeal?l"

Asher Evans Immortalis was born two thousand years ago. He has enough wisdom to know what the woman in front of him was: a vampire and a Fey. A vampire because she had the fangs and the fact that she said it herself. And, only Feys would be able to see through an Immortalis's disguise. "Don't be surprised I know your kind as well, hybrid." Asher stated. "I am old enough to know, and I don't mean 100 years old."