This is all you’ve ever wanted. Just play music. You’ll be able to do it now for all eternity if possible. You’d be a fool to turn down such a chance.
“Lord Rostov, I wish to play music.”
Lord Rostov smiles at your response.
“Ah yes, I was hoping you’d chose the way of the artiste rather than the warrior. Your talents will be better served here. In the meantime you will be shown to your new room. Ladies, I think you two should escort our new bard. Don’t have too much fun, you’ve got a performance tomorrow!”
You are escorted by a couple of female vampires to your room. They say their names are Glasya and Natasha. They seem to make a fuss over you on your way there which you don’t find completely unwelcome, but you’re still getting used to the whole idea that you’re a vampire just like one of them now, despite also being excited over getting to play music on a steady basis with no hindrances.
The two vampiresses get even friendlier with you when you get to the room. Natasha begins to take a more aggressive stance and kisses you as the pair of you get on the bed. As the two of you are undressing, Natasha who is on top of you nods to Glasya who leaves the room.
Ten minutes later as you’re fully engaged in physical pleasure, Glasya enters the room again with what looks to be a captive human girl. She doesn’t look very old either. Probably a teenager. Her mouth is gagged so she can’t scream out properly.
“Wha…what’s all this?”
“Shhhh, your passage to true vampirehood…” the Natasha says continuing to grind into you.
The human girl is dragged over to the bed with fear and tears in her eyes the whole time. Glasya draws out a blade and holds it to her throat.
“Would you like me to cut now or would you prefer I prolong the fear? Perhaps remove her gag first so that you may hear her screams? Or maybe you’d even like to sink your teeth into her yourself?” Glasya asks and licks the side of the young girl’s face.
“What? Shit! No wait!” you say stopping Natasha, and sitting up. “I thought we were just having some fun here! Not killing young girls!”
“Why do the two need to be mutually exclusive? Broodling, you have been favored by Lord Rostov, I suggest you count yourself lucky and get with the program…besides you’re one of us now, you will need to feed on blood to survive.” Glasya says with a frown.
You look at the girl and you shake you head briefly realizing what else it means to be a vampire.
“Alright, alright, I got it. But can’t I like feed on animals first and uh work my way up or something?”
“Squeamish broodling! You will take the blood of this girl or Lord Rostov will hear of this weakness! While he may be impressed with your music abilities, he will not tolerate weaklings!” Glasya continues to scold.
“Besides, why do you care whether this…mortal lives or dies now? You do not know her and you are now superior to her in everyway. It’s your right…” Natasha says while kissing on your body.”
You don’t really have any choice in the matter. You almost curse yourself for getting yourself into this situation. You stay silent for awhile and then speak.
“Very well. Slit her throat, but do it quickly.” You say.
“(Sigh) Very well.” Glasya replies disappointedly.
The young girl’s throat is slashed and blood sprays over you and Natasha who greedily opens her mouth to catch it. Glaysa tosses the girl’s dying body onto your chest and begins to undress as well to join you and Natasha in this blood feast.
The night is definitely long, memorable and decadent. A little piece of you has “died” namely the vestiges of morality.
A few months pass and you don’t even hesitate anymore. You enjoy the blood as well as your playing for Lord Rostov’s court.
A year passes and you’ve become completely oblivious to the worsening of the “outside world”. (Which you don’t even think about since you’re so rapped up in your own pleasures) Each day the Necromancer Lord and Velzix get stronger and you stopped worrying about your family’s future. You don’t even write to them anymore. You’ve become so corrupted in such a short amount of time its actually amazing.
Another year passes and you’re basically a hedonist. This is what Lord Rostov’s “secret fortress” is all about for the most part. Sure there’s discussion on what should be done about the outside problems, but pleasures of the flesh and blood are mainly the orders of the night. You don’t even realize it, but you ARE literally a “leech” now. All vampires have ever done is leech off of the mortal world. Sure there are the “active ones” but there are far more hedonists. Ironic that the ones who choose to be professional killers, assassins or “heroes” tend to still retain more of their mortalhood.
Lord Rostov eventually mentions in passing that he’s finally come up with a perfect plan to kill the Necromancer Lord. He’s managed to come to some sort of deal with that old outcast The Ghoul King to betray him sometime in the near future. The goal is to lure the Necromancer Lord to the fortress itself and kill him directly.
Again you could really care less, and you’ve become little more than just another hedonist in Lord Rostov’s court. Lord Rostov has it all figured out, you don’t need to worry. You’re safe in this little “world.”
A few months pass and the plan swings into action. One night while you’re playing for the court as usual a loud noise is heard in the foyer and the sounds of shouting and crashing is heard. Lord Rostov takes a few of his concubines and tell everyone else to stay put, though everyone is a little curious. Even you.
You go back to playing a little bit and things are starting to return to their “original state” since everyone figures Lord Rostov has the matter well in hand.
Soon another noise is heard which sounds like the shrieking and screaming of multiple people.
“AAAAAARRRGH!”
“LORD ROSTOV! NO!”
“GET HIM!”
“KILL THE NECROMANCER!”
Everyone for once goes into a battle mode to rush to Lord Rostov’s aid. A deformed and ugly creature runs into you, while you’re trying to wrap your mind around this chaos.
“Get outta my way broodling! He’s gonna kill us all! I’ve fucked up…heh, but at least the rest of you fuckers are going to die!” he growls at you while desperately looking for a place to hide.
You don’t know what to do, but suddenly you feel a presence overcome you. Like someone is controlling your mind. This isn’t even like Lord Rostov, its even more powerful and its growing stronger…
You continue to hear the screams of vampires as you can’t help but approach the way to the slaughter. You see vampires killing each other in the hallway! How is this possible? But you know why, it’s HIM…
The Necromancer…or whatever he is now has managed to enforce his will even over vampires. You see him in the distance. He’s not even dirtying his hands killing all of you himself. You can feel his loathing for your kind and then you’re completely pulled into his domination.
“And now little blood leech you shall join your brethren…” you hear him whisper in your mind.
Another vampire suddenly punches you in the back of the head. You attempt to get up, but then feel a foot to the face followed by a sword going through your back. At this point you feel a something you haven’t felt in a long time, fear.
Then your head is ripped off in the ensuing bloodbath. Later after total victory has been achieved, the Great Lich Lord burns your body along with the rest of the truly dead vampires.
“Lord Rostov, I wish to play music.”
Lord Rostov smiles at your response.
“Ah yes, I was hoping you’d chose the way of the artiste rather than the warrior. Your talents will be better served here. In the meantime you will be shown to your new room. Ladies, I think you two should escort our new bard. Don’t have too much fun, you’ve got a performance tomorrow!”
You are escorted by a couple of female vampires to your room. They say their names are Glasya and Natasha. They seem to make a fuss over you on your way there which you don’t find completely unwelcome, but you’re still getting used to the whole idea that you’re a vampire just like one of them now, despite also being excited over getting to play music on a steady basis with no hindrances.
The two vampiresses get even friendlier with you when you get to the room. Natasha begins to take a more aggressive stance and kisses you as the pair of you get on the bed. As the two of you are undressing, Natasha who is on top of you nods to Glasya who leaves the room.
Ten minutes later as you’re fully engaged in physical pleasure, Glasya enters the room again with what looks to be a captive human girl. She doesn’t look very old either. Probably a teenager. Her mouth is gagged so she can’t scream out properly.
“Wha…what’s all this?”
“Shhhh, your passage to true vampirehood…” the Natasha says continuing to grind into you.
The human girl is dragged over to the bed with fear and tears in her eyes the whole time. Glasya draws out a blade and holds it to her throat.
“Would you like me to cut now or would you prefer I prolong the fear? Perhaps remove her gag first so that you may hear her screams? Or maybe you’d even like to sink your teeth into her yourself?” Glasya asks and licks the side of the young girl’s face.
“What? Shit! No wait!” you say stopping Natasha, and sitting up. “I thought we were just having some fun here! Not killing young girls!”
“Why do the two need to be mutually exclusive? Broodling, you have been favored by Lord Rostov, I suggest you count yourself lucky and get with the program…besides you’re one of us now, you will need to feed on blood to survive.” Glasya says with a frown.
You look at the girl and you shake you head briefly realizing what else it means to be a vampire.
“Alright, alright, I got it. But can’t I like feed on animals first and uh work my way up or something?”
“Squeamish broodling! You will take the blood of this girl or Lord Rostov will hear of this weakness! While he may be impressed with your music abilities, he will not tolerate weaklings!” Glasya continues to scold.
“Besides, why do you care whether this…mortal lives or dies now? You do not know her and you are now superior to her in everyway. It’s your right…” Natasha says while kissing on your body.”
You don’t really have any choice in the matter. You almost curse yourself for getting yourself into this situation. You stay silent for awhile and then speak.
“Very well. Slit her throat, but do it quickly.” You say.
“(Sigh) Very well.” Glasya replies disappointedly.
The young girl’s throat is slashed and blood sprays over you and Natasha who greedily opens her mouth to catch it. Glaysa tosses the girl’s dying body onto your chest and begins to undress as well to join you and Natasha in this blood feast.
The night is definitely long, memorable and decadent. A little piece of you has “died” namely the vestiges of morality.
A few months pass and you don’t even hesitate anymore. You enjoy the blood as well as your playing for Lord Rostov’s court.
A year passes and you’ve become completely oblivious to the worsening of the “outside world”. (Which you don’t even think about since you’re so rapped up in your own pleasures) Each day the Necromancer Lord and Velzix get stronger and you stopped worrying about your family’s future. You don’t even write to them anymore. You’ve become so corrupted in such a short amount of time its actually amazing.
Another year passes and you’re basically a hedonist. This is what Lord Rostov’s “secret fortress” is all about for the most part. Sure there’s discussion on what should be done about the outside problems, but pleasures of the flesh and blood are mainly the orders of the night. You don’t even realize it, but you ARE literally a “leech” now. All vampires have ever done is leech off of the mortal world. Sure there are the “active ones” but there are far more hedonists. Ironic that the ones who choose to be professional killers, assassins or “heroes” tend to still retain more of their mortalhood.
Lord Rostov eventually mentions in passing that he’s finally come up with a perfect plan to kill the Necromancer Lord. He’s managed to come to some sort of deal with that old outcast The Ghoul King to betray him sometime in the near future. The goal is to lure the Necromancer Lord to the fortress itself and kill him directly.
Again you could really care less, and you’ve become little more than just another hedonist in Lord Rostov’s court. Lord Rostov has it all figured out, you don’t need to worry. You’re safe in this little “world.”
A few months pass and the plan swings into action. One night while you’re playing for the court as usual a loud noise is heard in the foyer and the sounds of shouting and crashing is heard. Lord Rostov takes a few of his concubines and tell everyone else to stay put, though everyone is a little curious. Even you.
You go back to playing a little bit and things are starting to return to their “original state” since everyone figures Lord Rostov has the matter well in hand.
Soon another noise is heard which sounds like the shrieking and screaming of multiple people.
“AAAAAARRRGH!”
“LORD ROSTOV! NO!”
“GET HIM!”
“KILL THE NECROMANCER!”
Everyone for once goes into a battle mode to rush to Lord Rostov’s aid. A deformed and ugly creature runs into you, while you’re trying to wrap your mind around this chaos.
“Get outta my way broodling! He’s gonna kill us all! I’ve fucked up…heh, but at least the rest of you fuckers are going to die!” he growls at you while desperately looking for a place to hide.
You don’t know what to do, but suddenly you feel a presence overcome you. Like someone is controlling your mind. This isn’t even like Lord Rostov, its even more powerful and its growing stronger…
You continue to hear the screams of vampires as you can’t help but approach the way to the slaughter. You see vampires killing each other in the hallway! How is this possible? But you know why, it’s HIM…
The Necromancer…or whatever he is now has managed to enforce his will even over vampires. You see him in the distance. He’s not even dirtying his hands killing all of you himself. You can feel his loathing for your kind and then you’re completely pulled into his domination.
“And now little blood leech you shall join your brethren…” you hear him whisper in your mind.
Another vampire suddenly punches you in the back of the head. You attempt to get up, but then feel a foot to the face followed by a sword going through your back. At this point you feel a something you haven’t felt in a long time, fear.
Then your head is ripped off in the ensuing bloodbath. Later after total victory has been achieved, the Great Lich Lord burns your body along with the rest of the truly dead vampires.
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