Thread: A Vampiress' Story (Sigr x Poppy)

The Trussaley Empire was a land full of harsh environments. The land was initially a place where all sorts of demons and other creatures called home. But, throughout the years, humans were doing their best to eradicate the plague and make the land habitable. Most of the terrain was rocky and unable to support crops or even small towns. The peasants crowded near the palace, as there was the only drinkable water and farmable land throughout the lands. It was believed, thanks to their holy men, that if the scourge of supernatural creatures were eradicated, the lands would return to their natural state. There were grand tales of the Trussaley empire formerly being the home of lush meadows and plenty of natural water sources. But, no one had seen the land as such in hundreds of years, so the stories were now mostly relegated to the realm of childrens bedtime stories. Thanks to the desolate landscape, the lands were home to some of the fiercest knights and warriors that the world had ever seen. Their skills were legendary, and it wasnt strange for other kingdoms to hire out the men as mercenaries in their various wars. After all, without much farming or other job options open, there wasnt much industry to profit from aside from war. Some men worked as weapon crafters, building impenetrable armor and deadly weapons. More mined the craggy cliffs, in search of the precious metals needed to make their weapons. No other land was so rich in minerals, which many thought was thanks to the volcanoes that used to commonly erupt in the lands. Due to the terrible state of their world, the peasants believed in the Holy Church and their views. The supernatural creatures of the lands needed to be eradicated in order for the world to turn to right. The clergys numbers were vast, as many people decided to dedicate their lives to learning spells to protect them. The church encouraged the population to spread their seed and procreate, in order to provide the soldiers to defend them. Unfortunately, handling the demon scourge cost the empire more men than they preferred to admit. But, if they didnt handle it accordingly, their lands would be uninhabitable. The demons that lived in the lands were various sorts, some hulking beasts with teeth as huge as a long boat. They would rape women that they could steal away, leaving nothing but puddles of shredded flesh in their wake. Some fairies were mischievous enough to spirit off children, and strip their bodies of their flesh and ingest their blood, leaving nothing but their organs and bones. Spider women that would catch you in your webs and slowly mummify you, draining you of your blood over months. They provided a slow and agonizing death. But, the demon creature that the Holy Order and Crown both considered the most dangerous had to be the vampires. The male vampires tended to be reclusive, preferring to take a few mortal women as their blood slaves and subject them to a life of servitude. The female vampires were the ones that were the real danger. They were like sirens, the most attractive of women, able to lure any man into their bed. And from there, the vampire would breed with the human, in order to create a child, to strengthen the bond between the two. The human would be considered trash at that point, to be discarded after drained of their blood. It was rumored that some vampires even enjoyed bathing in the blood of their male lovers. There had been one particular female vampire that had been causing the empire grief for a few decades. She was one of the youngest vampires in the realm, but her ruthlessness and cruelty was unlike any others. She was once a Princess of the Empire, but had ran away from home to be with a knight that was beneath her. The knight had turned out to be a vampire, and had turned her in order to anger the King. She was his only daughter, and the spitting image of his wife who was taken by a Vampire. The King vowed to kill his daughter, in order to bring her relief. But that had not happened in his lifetime, and now his son sat on the throne. Carmilla occupied a large castle, carved out of the side of a volcano. The volcano was still active, and she preferred the heat. It was nice to feel it on her cold flesh. The castle had belonged to the vampire that changed her, the man she thought she loved. But, in the frenzy of her bloodlust as a new vampire, she had killed her sire. So, the dark haired beauty lived a fairly solitary life, maintaining few humans as servants. Mostly blood sacrifices given from the closest villages, in order to keep her at bay. All beautiful women, young and now living their lives for her. They were now under her spell, and completely subservient. She sat on a throne of bones, decorated with the weapons of the knights that her father had sent to try to slay her. Rarely did she wear clothing, but if she did, it was a red dress made of the finest silk. The red fabric barely covered her breasts, dipping so low that it stopped right below her navel. The slits ran up to her thighs, the fabric hanging between her legs and stopping at her ankles. The back of the dress scooped down, giving a peek of her plump bottom. The fabric was long enough to form a train that dragged behind of her, gorgeously embroidered with golden thread. Her red eyes seemed listless, trying to cope with her immortality. Camillas beloved pet snake, which had belonged to her sire, wound around her legs. Shoes were pointless to her, so she instead went about her castle barefoot. The beautiful, large black snake seemed right at home in the imposing, decrepit castle. Carmilla sighed, frowning as she smelled something new on the air. It was metal, and sweat. The scent of a man. A smile crossed her full ruby lips, flashing some of her pearly white fangs. After a brief lull of warriors being sent her way, it seemed things were changing again.