I started more stories, which I abandoned than I care to count. (Not even talking about shitfics)
But there's one particular universe, I keep coming back to.
Here's my new, fresh and sexy take on that universe.
The story, discounting the prologue and the epilogue, will be three chapters long.
They will be longer chapters than the [parasitic bomb] I usually write.
enjoy? Please feel free to point out all errors.
PS: It's supposed to be MOSTLY a humorous story.
Long ago, in a fantasy land far far away, there was a tall dark castle. Living in this castle was a tall dark Vampire, along with his army of teenage looking vampires. Everybody in the land of Terration, feared this Vampire, for he was the Dark Lord. The Apostle of Darkness. The Dark Messenger. The Dark God. Et cetera, et cetera.
Rumors of his cruelty and evil spread across the entire planet, engulfing it in fear of his very existence.
For it was he, and no one else, who committed mass genocide of the Elves. This news alone, struck fear into the hearts of men, women and children.
Everybody could only wonder, when this horrible creature will try to take the entire world for himself... and...
What kind of sick depravity goes on in his impenetrable fortress.
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“THERE! FASTER! YES! FASTER!”
I clench my teeth, and speed up just like I was ordered to. I wish to punch my instructor in the face, even though she's a woman, but in the end I decide against it when a certain gruesome thought reminded me of the last person who tried that. For simplicity's sake, let's say that this person is now RIP (Resting in Pieces).
Sigh...
When my superior officer, sir Gerald, offered to find a perfect person to oversee the training of my speed, I should have known something was not right. Sir Gerald is an okay guy, and kinda like a father to me, but he has a very specific sense of humor. He always does it in a way, that you will not notice that he's pulling a trick on you, until you're finally body deep in [parasitic bomb]. It wasn't bad, until there comes a time when you are at the center of his stupid pranks.
For one such as me, who is probably the closest to sir Gerald in the entire “Dark Strike Army”, those pranks happen constantly.
This time, however, it was one of the worst jokes sir Gerald ever pulled on me. The person who is training me now, is Lady Emillaisa Synamic Everdoll, right hand woman of Lord Natevurus himself. Her sexiness is something to be commended on, as is her wisdom, power and tactical skill. However she had no idea, as everyone thought, what “I CAN'T MOVE ANYMORE I THINK I'M DYING” means.
Whenever she was training someone, which is rare (but still happens), she would usually almost get her “pupils” killed, by putting them through hellish training.
Can't say I am a miraculous exception from this.
At the very beginning she made me put on “special” shoes, where “special” translates to “really [tornado fang]ing heavy”. Even for a soldier such as me, trying to move quickly in boots like this is simply too much. Not that she would care, even if I complained about it. The only thing she's doing is shout at me and jiggle her big boobs from time to time, all while she flies beside me when I run.
“YOU'VE SLOWED DOWN! FASTER! COME ON!”
I try to speed up again, as I'm ordered to. Her voice right now is making me wanna vomit. Preferably on her. Maybe it's just that I'm running non-stop in god-knows-how-heavy boots for whole two hours now. It's very kind of her to remind me “how much time she wasted with me”, though. I must remember to tell her that later.
“Okay! STOP!”
Finally. The words I've been waiting for are said, and I fall flat on the ground. Now I will hear her lecture, about how much I “suck”... probably Yet I don't care, because finally the first day of training is finally over. For a moment I'm relived, but then I recall the fact that it's the FIRST day of such horror... and I no longer feel so relived. I take a quick glance at my instructor, to see that she's writing something in her notebook. I recognize it instantly as the rumored “Black Notebook of Dark Doom”, as it was titled by people who trained under her.
All she writes there, she shares with Lord Natevurus, and all she writes there is data from the trainings... but why would she write anything about my training in it, when my training is not really a part of the “official training program”? It makes me wonder so much, that if I wasn't so tired I would ask her about it. On the other hand though, she would probably brush me off anyway.
“Well then...” She says finally, hiding her notebook. “Get up. You can take off those boots now. You're free for the day.”
I don't need you to tell me I'm free for the day, [sonic slicer].
“Understood, my lady.” I say, being barely able to even reply.
She nods and starts to walk back to the castle, leaving me on my own. Well, not that I can complain. She's finally gone, and that is one of the things I wanted to happen, beside her everlasting misery, of course.
My name is Arverigor. Arverigor Zyrrak. I'm one of the soldiers serving in the army of The Great Dark Lord Natevurus. We are a group gathered by this man, we all were saved by him. We pledged our alliance to, and every one of us would be glad to die for him.
We are vampires serving the strongest vampire that ever walked the planet.
The oncoming three days, however, would appear to be very troublesome for us all... and it all starts with the appearance of a very unusual intruder.
PROLOGUE END