Patron

Deep within a castle nestled in the realm known as the Shadowfell The Raven Queen walked about her domain contemplating the events that took place not too long ago.

It had been centuries ago since she'd made a Warlock. Humans with the advantage of technology and science had little reason to believe in magic or Gods.

The last millennia so few knew of the existence of the supernatural. Only the cults, churches, Monster Hunter clans and a few stray outsiders seemed to remember that they weren't the only sentient beings on the planet.

Getting back to topic the Goddess was lost in thought about her new Warlock. On first glance he wasn't anything special. Average looks, average build, average...everything really. Everything except his drive.

The boy probably didn't even realize it himself. Like most modern day Humans he had been raised in 'civilization'. (And she used that term loosely. For all the folly of Gods and Monsters Humans blame them for they could be just as savage as any beast.)

That meant pacifism and comforming rather than desire for conquest and building reputation. Many a child of Humanity would leave their dull existence in a village or town to make names for themselves. Nowadays they simply settled for whatever society gave them. It was this lack of drive that had many Monsters label them as cattle.

Back with Tsukune however his current situation was eroding that passivity. Oh she doubted he'd ever be a battle maniac or ruthless killer. However her Contractor had all but given up any chance at a peaceful long term life with their Pact being made.

Once others found out he was a full-fledged Warlock they'd be after his head with **** prejudice. A Warlock in the eyes of many Monsters was just a 'Foolish Human reaching beyond their station'. Witches and Wizards in particular would look upon him with scorn. In their minds they at least were born with their Dark Mana in their veins. A Warlock could only borrow it from a greater entity.

In short a Warlock was a parasite to be crushed on sight.

Human society in the know about the Moonlit World as it was called weren't much better when it came to Pact Makers. Particularly Clerics and Paladins. Once the boy made his presence known many warriors of the Church would call for his blood. They wouldn't care it was her a more Nuetral-alighned being that had zero interest in their extinction (nevermind the fact her weapons had helped save them from the machinations of the likes of Vecna and his ilk). No simply because other foolish mortals didn't take the proper precautions to guard their sanity they'd be after him like hyenas on a lion with a broken leg.

That wasn't even counting other Warlocks. She like many others were always scheming and plotting against each other. With her now having a piece of her own on the board her Hexblade would no doubt encounter others like him who made such Pacts. Undead Warlocks in particular would be all too eager to please those rotting, maggot infested creatures in exchange for more power.

This was fine with her however. The boy had already set himself on improving his station with his current Master. The Drow could never stay out of trouble. Tsukune practically worshipped his Master already. Deep within his heart she'd seen his envy for the Dark Elf. It would work well with his determination to improve and be of use to this Jin as well as his **** hope to survive his new life.

There was also the Vampiress to consider. While the **** Magic would prolong the boy's life he'd still age. He'd only be useful for so long until Father Time sapped him of his strength.

Should he gain the blood of the little Shinso however...oh the Queen could only imagine the results. And thanks to her she wouldn't need to worry about a future Ghoul running amok.

Ghouls were born from the Dark Mana running rampant unchecked within the hosts body. The violent energy would consume the victim and leave him or her with only the most savage impulses.

Her bow however, Night Hunt, wouldn't allow it to happen...or to be more precise it was mitigating the chances of it happening should the girl give Tsukune her blood. His control of Dark Mana would improve in time. Should he reach a certain milestone he would be able to handle the change.

"Do try your best little one." She whispered softly into the frozen air, "I could use some entertainment and proper help these days."

After all it'd been Ages since she'd have the pleasure of seeing a proper Dhampir in action. One connected to her no less?

And the world could never be worse off without another Lich.

Musing on how to properly guide her Warlock to her desired outcomes she continued walking the bowels of her domain.