'd.a.m.n mutt, made it look too easy' thought Draig holding his stomach in pain however he was greeted by the smiling faces of Zarra and his two colleagues.

"h.e.l.lo Leech brat, glad to see your not dead" laughed Zarra before Jared smashed him in the back.

"He's playing, you should have seen the way he was panicking when you first got here and we ran a diagnositic" laughed Jared causing Zarra to glare at his friend promising pain.

"Why" came the simple question that stopped the silliness as Gregory and Jared took a step back leaving the floor to Zarra.

"Well I'm not gonna lie, I was hoping not to have this talk while I was alive" started Zarra but Draig cut in.

"Are you the cloaked man from the Orphanage" asked Draig causing Zarra's browse to shoot into his hairline.

"Y-You remember that" asked Zarra shocked

"So it was you... Why" asked Draig again clenching his fists and hate in his eyes.

"That's not an easy question to answer" began Zarra but Draig cut in again.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, I asked why" snarled Draig

"You better watch your tone boy" interjected Gregory with a nasty glare

"Gregory, it's fine. He has every right to be angry" said Zarra as he took a tired breath.

"Tell me, who are you to me" demanded Draig

"Simply put..... I am your father" stated Zarra causing Draig's eyes to widen and his hands to unclench from the shock.

This feeling didn't last long as Draig's anger and hate came back ten fold, it was clear that the Feratu wished death upon the mage.

"Your... my Father" growled Draig as he thought back to the years he had been alone against an entire civilization that hated him to his very core, the bulls.h.i.+t that had been forced upon him by this very same person. The box he had been locked in to 'protect' the populace.

"Yes" answered Zarra solemnly

Draig glared, he glared the hardest he had at anyone trying to transfer the pain, the anger, the hate, everything he had felt every year of his life living in the h.e.l.l of that city but it didn't work.

"You abandoned me....." finally came the broken words filled with emptiness as the eyes of the young Feratu seemed to dull.

Zarra seemed to have taken a physical blow as he flinched harshly from those words combined with that dead gaze. However soon it was replaced by laughter, a skin crawling laughter that could make even the ice s.h.i.+ver.

"Father, Father, Father, Ha Ha Ha Ha. Well what do you think of me now Daddy, huh tell me are you proud of your little monster. Hmmm, do I make you proud. Is that why you wanted me home, answer me mage. Tell me are you happy" screeched Draig managing to get the attention of those outside from the fluctuations coming off of him.

These fluctuations seemed to speed his regeneration as Draig's organs corrected themselves near instantly. He stepped out of the bed as his laughter continued holding his gut as if it would burst, it seemed the shock of having a living relative was too much.

"Kid you need to grow up" stated Jared suddenly.

"Grow up, he he he. I am all grown up, not a care in the world. Not a relative to speak of" laughed Draig as Zarra flinched again from the biting comment rekindling his regret.

"Boy, I am warning you" stated Jared as he took a step forward which seemed to stop Draig's laughter.

"Warning.... me" asked Draig as Draig's head spun a hundred and eighty degrees to look the Bloodknight in the eyes.

Draig smiled widely as his pupils were clearly dilated to pin points, he said nothing before he appeared before the Bloodknight with a mighty swing of his fist knocking him from the building and following close behind an insane grin painted across his face as he began to spin again though this time razor sharp blood blades sprouted from his back making him akin to a buzz saw as he intended to shred this mortal to pieces.

"Seems Uncle will have to teach you how to act" huffed Jared as he took his blade from his back and swung at Draig managing to stop the Vampire turned lunatic as his blades grinded against Jared sword causing sparks.

Jared heaved and tossed Draig away.

"You need to calm down" stated Jared as he looked to cloud of dust that had sprung up from his tossing of the Vampire.

"You need to die" screeched Draig as he appeared by Jared's side again only to find his rapid series of hits dodged.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

Meanwhile Zarra was hurting deep as old wounds were reopened deep in his heart.

"Zarra, now isn't the time to sulk and cry. Your boy is out there rampaging, he could hurt the other inhabitants of this town" shouted Gregory

"I... abandoned him. I left him when he needed me most" spoke Zarra softly as he began to sink deeper into his regrets.

"d.a.m.n you Zarra, I said snap out of it" roared Gregory sending a powered strike to the side of Zarra's face causing the mage to blink and realize where he was.

"You said you left him when he needed you most? What about now that he is going on a rampage, he needs you now more than ever before he gets himself killed" growled Gregory leaving to a.s.sist Jared.

With the BloodKnight things had actually taken a turn as Jared had found the Feratu had a nasty bite as his sword could be seen missing chunks and his armor had been gouged.

"Draig your really starting to p.i.s.s Uncle off" growled Jared as he batted the Vampire away again.

Draig just laughed even more as he dropped to the stance of the Fanged Twister again, he had no fear for the repercussion of using the move at the moment as he couldn't even think of who he was.

"Kid, we got to teach how to fight when this is all said and done" stated Jared as he prepared for the next onslaught but he wasn't ready for what was to come.

One spin, Jared found his sword broken at the top.

'What the' thought Jared as the second spin came.

Two spins, the rest of his sword was knocked away leaving him unarmed as the third began.

Three spins, Jared's armor was shredded as the fourth spun was just beginning Gregory arrived.

Four spins didn't happen as bony hands came from the earth and held Draig in place causing him to switch his attention to the necromancer.

"Oh look anothe Uncle to play with" screeched Draig in laughter as he ripped his hands from the clutches of the skeletons.

Gregory shook his head a bit in sadness.

'I remember being so excited to hear that from you, just not under these circ.u.mstances' thought the Necromancer as several corpses seemed to rise from the ground revealing themselves to be perfectly intact despite their age.

"Oh look toys" laughed Draig looking at the number against him.

"Uncle it's not my birthday" called Draig laughing even more as he flexed his claws manically.

"I know" whispered Gregory as his fingers also began their own dance.