He stood, covered in blood from the cuts and piercings all over his body, panting deeply as he glanced at the massive carcass of the defeated dungeon boss.

  He collapsed on the ground, and checked his stats, wondering how close to death he had actually been.

  He brought up the screen in his mind, only to see a few things he didn't have before

  He let out a massive sigh of relief upon seeing his remaining hitpoints, if that boss had hit him one more time, it would have been the end of him.

  He took a deep breath, and forced his weary body to rise and see the damage that had been wrought among his group.

  The room was a complete mess, blood and limbs were splattered everywhere by the frantic battle against the giant bug boss. Upon further investigation he counted three sure deaths, indicated through the half cleaved torso's of two student and a single disembodied head of an unlucky teacher. He also saw several others who were on the boarder between death and life.

  He looked on with moderate detatchment at the carnage he had lead them into, before turning to a specific corner of the room.

  In that corner layed a frail looking girl, no more then fourteen human years old, crumpled against the wall with a large gash in her chest. Blood was pooring from it, prompting him to limp over to that specific corner.

  The girl's hair was a dull platinum, dyed red and sticky with blood, all the way up to the perky ears ontop of her head. The wet bloody hair clung to her face, leaving the top half obscured, but the lower half was visible, leaving two large fangs, about an inch in length from the upper lip, in full view.

  The girl seemed to notice his approach, and tried to move, leaning forward ever so sligtly. Varus leaned down to push her gently back against the wall, before starting to use a healing spell on the gash in her stomach.

  Varus : "Shhh, dont move Lysa, you are heavily injured..."

  Lysa tried to comply with a 'yes master', but simply coughed up blood after the first sylable.

  Varus : "You saved my life... I can never thank you enough for that Lysa..."

  Lysa continued coughing, bloody spittle dribbling down her mouth, before Varus whiped it away with his sleeve. He then started to clear away her face, revealing a scarred face, with a beautiful undertone, which would have been considered otherworldly had it not been for the large fangs and the half healed gashes from her left eyebrow to her chin heading horizontally downwards pooring out blood at an astronomical rate.

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  She tried to say something, before heaving and vomiting a large amount of blood and intestinal fluid to her side. A second later a hourse voice came out from her mouth.

  Lysa : "I did what I should have done... I could not let my Master die while I lived, even if you had ordered it... But if you really want to thank me, then allow me this..."

  She leaned forward roughly, the gash on her chest half healed, as she lifted her arms and pulled him into a weak embrace. They toppled backwards so that she layed ontop of him, dying the front of his shirt red with the blood from her chest, while the blood from her face rubbed against his, making the two of them have a similar appearance of being close to death. She weakly smiled, before she lowered herself gently towards his lips and kissed him deeply.

  He could still taste the blood and a slight bit of vomit on her lips, but he didn't really care about that right now, as he kissed back.

  A moment later however, his attention was drawn away from her, as a window appeared before him.

  His face went blank at reading the effects of that title.

  All of his hard work, gone in an insant...

  All of his stats, gone....

  Lysa paused her barrage of affection for a moment upon seeing his dismay, and let out a questioning gaze when he froze in his place.

  Lysa : "Master?"

  His mana ran out and the healing spell stopped, as his bloody body collapsed in her arms, unable to sustain the wounds it had attained earlier

  Her expression went into shock as she caught him, laying him gently on the ground.

  He started screaming frantically as she stared in horror watching his level plummet from its highpoint all of the way down to level 7, shouting for a healing mage to help him.

  He stopped writhing in pain and blacked out, as two bright flashes appeared next to the skeletal frame of the boss which had been defeated...