Minos lunged, and Francis watched with furious eyes. His perception of reality was a lot different compared to the rest of the people who were native to this universe. And he planned to use that to his complete advantage.
Now bathed in his mutant quirks' hide, his form stands an imposing 2.79m tall. His bald head cloaked with the mane of a lion, and his maw gained the teeth of all three animals he adopted.
The sharp canines of both a polar bear and a lion. Making for a fierce show of terrifying chompers. Just from the scent alone, Francis could tell that the most disturbing thing about this transformation was the defense and supernatural physicality.
"GYAAAAAH!" Civilians screamed, the line that was once fixed by Francis had scattered, long forgetting the commands engraved within their subconscious as the only thing that mattered was survival–Their instincts were stronger than anything.
Francis let them leave, releasing the hold on them as they scattered.
"You miserable heroic twig… I'll snap you in half!" Minos roared, closing the distance with rather surprising speed for something so big and bulky. Francis no doubt figured it was attributed to the increase in muscle that came along with the mutation.
But it was nothing in front of him.
Minos' clawed hand swiped greedily at the steady vampire, the one in question kept his face stern, no sign of fear or even arrogance.
Just a pure, devoid orb of bloodlust that washed over Minos the moment he got too close, his fear had risen, his blood pressure skyrocketing as blood flushed his mind. And at the same time, Francis dove into the man's mind, reading his every thought and relaying Minos' fighting habits unto his own brain.
He disturbed the man's focus mentally, and the swipe that would've taken his head clean off missed by a whole mile. He spun dramatically, his bestial face twitching with frustration and raging anxiety.
"Mmf!" He groaned, spinning in the street as he slid across the pavement. Francis turned menacingly, his red eyes glowering down at the behemoth. "Fancy tricks won't save you next time…" Minos taunted, his own eyes steeling what Francis couldn't fancy.
"Petty tricks aren't needed for a bum ass thug like you." That quip only stirred fire in the heart of Minos. The mutant forgot all about his previous insecurity and unknowing and simply gave into the primal rage and thirst for blood that swelled in his veins every second he spent dawdling in his transformation.
I need to make this quick. A burnout now would only hurt the Bishop. Minos' thoughts carried him forth. Francis matched him.
The two started with a slow strut before breaking out into a full stride–Minos, his elongated and bulky legs rattling the streets architecture and Francis moved with the grace of a specter, his movements silent and so fast that he disappeared from Minos' sight only to reappear on his right, his momentum still carrying him forward as he swung his hips, delivering a nasty kick to Minos' abdomen.
The beast shot backwards, his eyes bulging as spittle flew out of his mouth, "GUH!" He groaned, skidding across the street. His heels dug into the concrete, only halting when he reached the other curb.
"Huh, aren't you tough." Francis quipped, bringing his leg down. Minos fumed, curled into a standing boulder as he released a tense breath. "Hehe, fine. Fast and strong… What a freak you are…" Minos rubbed his mouth with his arm, vanquishing the saliva that guarded his mouth.
"Tell me, what is your quirk?" He dashed forward, breaking the ground beneath him as he plowed through the atmosphere with pure force alone. Francis didn't entertain the man, he jumped up and over him, flipping ostentatiously and landing upon the behemoth's shoulders.
"It wouldn't make sense even if I tried to explain it. Now why don't you tell me who this, Bishop, is?" Minos' heart dropped, his eyes opened wide even as he skidded to a stop, his shoulders tensing as he attempted to wriggle the vampire off of him.
"Get the hell off of me!" Minos leaned backwards, utilizing his body weight to smash the bug atop of him. But the bug in question didn't dally. Before Minos had completely fallen, Francis jumped, lagging a bit in the air compared to the former.
Minos cracked the earth below with a ravenous bang, flickering the nearby street lights and causing approaching passersby to scatter–Cell phones in hand.
Francis came down with a devastating stomp to Minos' face. The sole of his foot moved with the weight of gravity as he brought it down with enough force for him to feel the man's nose crunch beneath his strength.
Minos cried out–A genuine cry of pain. Francis didn't move his foot though, even as Minos writhed underneath him. The scene was chaotic, a much, much smaller man dominating a literal giant like he was nothing. The crunch was satisfactory for Francis–Sending a pleasurable shrill down his spine.
His eyes widened with fervor, his gaze sharper, more obsessed. His lips cracked, a malicious smirk revealing a fang. Minos roared and swung his left fist, the length of it would surely reach the Vampire–
But it didn't matter.
CRUNCH!
"GAAAAAAAH! YOU MOTHER–" Francis had caught the arm and twisted his wrist, snapping it easily. The tendons became useless, the bone shattered to several degrees. And yet, despite it all, Francis didn't move an inch.
Leaning down Francis came eye to eye with the bastard under his grasp. "I remember asking you a question, friend." He began, his blood-red eyes glowering with an undeniable thirst. Minos shivered, sweat and tears forming in his eyes.
"N-No…" He muttered, too weak to give resistance as Francis' compulsion began to take effect. Their pupils dilated and Francis felt the ever-familiar sensation of connecting to a sub-conscious.
["Tell me everything about this club and the people who run it. Open your mind and think of everything regarding this crew as well. I want goals, desires and names."] Once the spell had taken place, Francis removed his foot carefully. His senses picking up nearby movement and his nose picking up the scent of two others.
He ignored them, backing up as Minos laid there on the ground–Silent as he struggled with keeping his mouth closed. But, it didn't take another moment before the secrets began flowing.
"A-Anteiku i-is ran by ILIOS. A-A cult of sun-worshippers who follow the Grand Priest–Takamura Kiyotashi…" Minos' tears flowed faster and denser with every word. Francis simply crossed his arms, letting his power do the work for him.
Ilios? Interesting. Francis mused.
"T-T-Takamura holds the quirk, RA, a power that manifests the power of a star in the palm of his hands… H-He uses this club as a hideout, rarely visiting but running the illegal operations that keep our band afloat, through this building." Minos let out a resigned sigh, knowing there was no stopping whatever was happening to him.
"T-The bishop is Shinju Owakoshi an elderly fellow with the ability to manipulate and generate powerful tree-limb-like protrusions as his body acts as the source. These two aim to take down the current regime and rebuild it anew to their vision.
To the vision of the Sun-God Ra'." Minos suddenly stopped talking. His jaw clenched as he forced his mouth shut. Francis simply hummed. Finding his resistance as a good sign–Means I have a lot of powering up to do.
If he wanted to compel someone as powerful and strong willed as All-for-One or even All-Might, he needed to find ways to expand his strength. And to think being the sole holder of the most ancient and powerful bloodline of vampires to ever exist… he wanted to laugh, but he knew things wouldn't be instantaneous.
In a way, it's better.
"Is that all you've got?" Francis tilted his head, his eyes boring into him. He didn't get a reply, just a sad snort. "Kill me already. They'll come for me regardless." Francis already had what he needed, even as Minos spoke, he dove into his mind.
"Ah, the hunters right? The crew of odd-dogs that roll with your, God." Francis gripped Minos by his torn shirt, forcing him to his knees as he tilted the man's head to the side, revealing his neck.
His eyes took on a deadly hue, the same familiar veins bulging under his eyes as he snarled. "Well that's great news… I hope they do come." Francis licked his lips. A feral, demonic glare in his eye as he barred his fangs.
"I'm sure I'll be starving when they do come knocking." Minos' eyes shook before they closed. Accepting his fate. Francis dove straight in, his fangs puncturing the behemoth's carotid artery and relinquishing the tasty blood that swelled within.
Minos' form began to shrink as his quirk lost ability. His strength seeped from his body as it left alongside his blood. And then, Francis felt it.
As he gulped the blood down, he felt a strange, tingling feeling begin to derive from his belly, before spreading like a wild fire throughout his entire being. The blood became even tastier, his eyes widening with euphoria as he sucked the man dry.(No homo.)
Traits from Minos transferred to Francis. The supernatural strength, the terrifying durability and even the man's weight. Francis could literally feel his muscles swell as all these enhancements took root into his own body and genome.
Francis didn't even care that there were a group of people leaving the club, all with similar outfits to Minos'. His senses were so drowned in his feast, that he didn't care. He couldn't.
The power was intoxicating, and even more so, the realization that there was more to him than even he had ever thought…