I Became A Zompirewolf

The night hung over the little empire that Ashton had created with the help of his friends and family. The city lights below twinkled like stars on Earth, and a gentle breeze carried the whispers of uncertainties. 

Ashton stood alone on the balcony, overlooking the sprawling landscape that mirrored the complex tapestry of his thoughts. After his return, everyone seemed happy, and his presence alone boosted everyone's morale.

Unfortunately, Ashton couldn't be like them. In his lonely moments, he had to confront the truth of the situation, and things were not looking good for them... at all.

The war with Astaroth and Kro'Han loomed on the horizon, casting a shadow over Ashton's usually stubborn demeanour. But more than that, the inevitability of a confrontation with Astaroth and Kro'Han gnawed at him. 

He was a formidable force, but facing both Astaroth and Kro'Han simultaneously was suicide. He would be killed before he'd even had a chance to take one of them down. 

"If I could isolate Astaroth, I could somehow defeat him and turn him into a summon. We could then face Kro'Han together," Ashton mumbled. "Maybe then we'd have a chance against him. But I'm sure Astaroth knows what I'm thinking... there's no other way, is there?"

The gentle breeze tousled his hair as he grappled with the reality that, for the first time, he harboured doubts about victory. Manpower, or the lack thereof, weighed heavily on his mind. 

It wasn't just the case of dealing with Astaroth and Kro'Han. The Precursor fleet he had seen one Verge alone would wipe out any soldier he would bring into battle. 

No matter what plan he came up with, Ashton could point out its flaw instantly, making it even more difficult to catch a wink of sleep with his restless mind.

Ashton knew the odds were stacked against them, and the little empire he had built, a haven against the encroaching darkness, felt vulnerable in the face of cosmic threats.

"Regardless... I would rather die fighting than running away like a roach," Ashton smiled wanly. "I can't say the same about them, though..."

Ashton's gaze lingered on the city below, the heartbeat of his makeshift kingdom. He could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on him, the burden of leadership in a time of uncertainty. 

The gentle breeze touched his face again and seemed to carry the whispers of an impending storm. He was standing at the end of his story, and while it was a fun one, he couldn't help but question his past decisions. 

But Ashotn didn't get much time to dwell in the past as his attention was brought to the present. A soft footstep approached from behind, and before Anna could utter a word, Ashton turned to face her. 

There was a familiarity in the silence between them, a shared understanding that transcended words. Without a word, Anna walked up to him, and Ashton pulled Anna into his arms as she nestled against his chest.

A few moments passed in a quiet exchange, the unspoken language of two souls entwined in the dance of emotions. The night embraced them, and as if in response to the unspoken turmoil within Ashton, Anna lifted her head to meet his gaze.

"I thought you were sleeping?" Ashton asked her, to which she shrugged.

"Your thoughts are loud enough for me to hear them."

"Is that so?"

A gentle smile played on Ashton's lips as he leaned down to kiss Anna. Their lips met in a lingering embrace, a fusion of passion and a promise that transcended the uncertainties of their life.

As they parted, Anna, with a tender concern in her eyes, asked, "What's on your mind, Ashton?"

"We're fighting a losing war, Anna. I didn't want to admit it earlier as I didn't want to shatter everyone's morale." He took a deep breath, the weight of his thoughts evident in his eyes. "But the truth is, even I'm not confident in winning this one."

Anna held onto him tighter, understanding the gravity of his words. The little empire they had built, the sanctuary against the encroaching darkness, now seemed on the verge of destruction. 

But it wasn't just them. If Kro'Han won, then everything would come to an end. The entire galaxy and probably the entire universe would be at Kro'Han's mercy.

"Even if all the species unite under one banner, I doubt we can force Kro'Han to do anything," Ashton said, his gaze lingering on the distant horizon. 

He continued, "We're lacking the manpower to face both Astaroth and Kro'Han. I may be strong, but I'm not strong enough to take them on alone, not to mention defeating them."

Anna nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of empathy and shared concern. "So, what do we do, Ashton?"

"I don't know, Anna. I don't have a plan for this one," He sighed, a weary acknowledgement of the challenges that lay ahead. "I always had something up my sleeve, but now…"

Before he could finish, Anna gently cupped his face and said, "If that's the case, let's make the most of the time we have left."

She broke the embrace and unhooked her dress, leaving Ashton momentarily taken aback by the sudden shift in the atmosphere. Anna entered the room, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of ambient light. 

"Are you coming?"

A wry smile played on Ashton's lips, a blend of amusement and surprise. "Once a succubus, always a succubus."

With that, Anna entered the room, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in her wake. Ashton followed suit. The door closed behind them, shutting out the uncertainties of the world outside.

In the intimate space, lit only by the soft glow of city lights filtering through the curtains, Ashton and Anna shared a night, knowing it could be one of their last ones. 

As the first light of dawn painted the sky, Ashton and Anna lay intertwined, the echoes of their shared passion lingering in the quiet morning. 

The weight of their responsibilities awaited them, but for now, in the aftermath of the night, they found solace in the warmth of each other's presence, but not for long as Ashton was called to be informed about the test he had proposed to Rea.