It was a strange day, The IRL meeting with his online group was in a couple of days, but Lucianus was not one to wait patiently when faced with the unknown. He never was at the meeting place before, and he would not accept being there for the first time with people with people he does not really know, so he went there first to scout the place.
It was a plain room, one he passed every day at school but never stopped to look, he did not have any reason to anyway as he had all the games could need at home. Despite being called a club room there was no club to be found, it was partially on purpouse as he wanted to scout by himself, but he never saw much activity in it before either. The room was covered in thin layer of dust, as would be normal for an abbandoned room, but it was more tidy than expected indicating that it was a relatively new developement. Some games still dot the shelves and in relatively good condition, others not so much if the fragments around them are any indication, the most distinctive part of the room however is a small table hiding in the corner, unlike the rest of the room it was covered in dust and cowebs to the point it was difficult to recognize what the table was even made of. Being used to ancient relics Lucianus was very curious to see why it was left in such a bad state compared to the rest of the room, despite not wanting to leave too much proof of his passage the temptation was too much so he decided to clean it up. Under all the dust was a simple coffe table, wooden from the looks of it but surprisingly intact as if the insects that should have been eating it avoided it in particular as opposed to the rest of the furniture. In contrast to the simple design of the table it was very decorated with what seemed like almost recognizable runes, They looked ancient but also not like anything he had seen before, being surrounded by artifacts and books all your life makes you recognize these things even if you don't know what they mean. It was very curious however the fact that these runes started to make sense the more he looked at them, "Gras Paada", after muttering these starnge words Lucianus whas enveloped in a strange light and then darkness.
What followed was the strangest conversation of his life, A dead vampire with orange angel wings told him they are now bound and he will slowly gain the same powers he had in life, he told him about the world he would be goin to and the people that took him in now gone. Daimon, as he introduced himself, was a man of few words and focused on the most important things, the powers and skills he would soon inherit, sadly just when the soul was about to warn him about a big threat and explain some kind of quest the monochrome world started fading again, it seemed important too but there was nothing Lucianus could do about it, he would have bigger problems to worry about soon anyway.
Waking up standing was a strange sensation, not uncofortable but very unusual, just like his surroundings. It could be defined as a small town, from his vantage points atop a hill he could see a masive manor surrounded by smaller but still quite big, with even smaller houses in the outer rings seemingly under construction. The sky was different, Lucianus was not big on astrology but he could tell that the stars felt different, seeing them at all was quite the change in the first place for him. The little town seemed a good place to start figuring out something more detailed about this world but contemplation had to wait, there was someone approaching, he could feel it somehow, a strange sensation but useful in this case. Unlukily he was also already spotted and being approached rapidly, who was the unluky one however was still to be seen.
Two humans, by the knowledge instilled in him from fantasy games he would have called them bandits but he did not want to jump to conclusions in a real situation based on game knowledge, but maybe he should have. They appeared sure of themselves, wearing scraps of leather armor and armed with short blades, not well kept but still sharp. They rudely opened the conversation, "Give us all your gold noble boy!", "What? Why would you think I am a noble? And why should I listen to you anyway?", "Don't play dumb, with those strange clothes you have to be a noble, no one else would wear something so fancy". Maybe wearing a suit to look at a dusty room was not the best idea but he could not have predicted being isekaied and robbed. "Maybe it's best if you leave me alone, I don't have anything of value to you anyway", "Those rags are valuable enough", "KILL THEM", it was less of a voice and more of a feeling but Lucianus felt it all the same, the urge to kill, survival instinct, the blood that was cursing in them, and electricity for some reason. After a sigh resignation set in, they were too stupid to allow themselves to be spared and he did not even know how much he would be able to control his powers, "Well I tried, guess you'll try to kill me now.". The bandits did not wait for the sentence to end, and neither did Lucianus, it was a flash of blood, one moment the bandits are running to him ready to strike, the next one of them is contorting on the floor as lighting lingers on the new vampire's hand, the remaining bandit has barely the time to react before he too is shocked by the bloodclaws piercing his abdomen. As the bandits lay there bleeding out instinct told Lucianus he was wasting precious blood so he started biting the necks to drink what he could, he would need to find a more efficient way to do it later, but he was not fully himself, he was moving on pure instinct, he would need to find a solution to that too. After Drinking he decided to take a sword from the bandits, Daimon was supposed to be knight and apparently the voices were less insistent when he used a sword instead of his claws.
Traveling at night was easier than Lucianus expected, being a vampire may have something to do with it, or maybe it was the blood he just drank, he also felt stronger somehow, not much but a little changed in him. The town was surprisingly active so maybe it was not as late as he thought, so it was not difficult to find a random villager to ask for directions. "Hello there fellow human villager, would you perhaps mind telling me where I am currently located?", "The fuck are talking about? You hit your head sonny? You're covered in blood for fuck's sake", it would appear that Lucianus severly overestimated the difference in language between worlds, in his defense bandits are not good culture teachers. "Sorry to bother you, I am just a traveler and had a run in with bandits", "Well sorry to hear that, I guess anxiety does strange things to people, welcome to Easily the manor town, you had to walk a lot to get here I am sure, we are quite far from most other settlements. Say where are you from? You have a very unusual style, are some sort of noble of sorts?", %purple%"Oh I am not a noble, I am from Shower City", immediately after saying those words the world goes bright again, when Lucianus opens his eyes again he is back in the game room, confused and disoriented.
The whole experience would seem like a dream, but the blood covering him was proof enough that really happened, he had a lot to think about, the table and the other world, what will he say to the people that are about to meet there if he even needs to. In the stupor he had the idea of taking a photo of the table, for experimenting, and then he went home. The whole day was a strange one, but one thing was certain, if he wanted to go back there he needed better clothes.