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The hammer seemed to strike something solid. And yet, it was completely immobilized. As Hale tried to jerk his hammer free, the steam was blown away by Mo's rainstorm. The revealed figure was holding the sledgehammer in his hand, having caught the blow barehanded.

Tall and covered in muscles, Kami struck an imposing figure. Much like one would expect from a human attempting to match vampires. And yet, his skin was a pale white. He was dressed in nothing but a spandex pair of pants, showing off the thousands of scars that covered him, each looking as if it were merely a few days old. A giant silver crucifix had been nailed to his chest, letting off clouds of steam as it burned his skin, the veins around it pulsing a sickly blue. His eyes glowed a bright red, revealing him for what he truly was.

The armour that had seemed so deadly, lay on the floor. It's inner workings lay revealed, a series of tiny silver crucifixes layered alongside one another. A simple machination, controlling how much surface area to apply. The suit had never been the source of Kami's strengths, the legends surrounding it pure fairy tail. It had been a control mechanism, torturing Kami's vampiric side into submission. Exposure to enough crucifixes to break him, to reforge him into a weapon. His psyche shattered, and rebuilt.

Perhaps even Kami himself had believed the lie, that he was a human. That his pains were merely burns, or old battle scars.

But there was no doubt in the creature's eyes now. No honor, no duty. No religious fervor, nor righteous rage. It was a wounded animal, finally released from it's cage. A blood-crazed vampire, waiting only to test it's freedom. In mere moments, it would pounce upon the nearest warm-blooded creature, ripping it apart in a feeding frenzy. And yet, the simple act of surviving the cage it had been locked in marked this creature as no ordinary beast. It was an Oldblood.

Slowly, it pressed down on the sledgehammer it held. The metal head seemed to crumple in on itself, forming into a ball in the creature's hands, even hardened steel like play dogh to the undead. Then, with an ear-shattering shriek, it launched itself forward, a clawed hand reaching for Hale's throat.