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At the mansion clouded by a sobbing sky,
“House Sanguiris” The monster began, in this cold, trickling room where moonlight only dances with the shadows of a downpour. “Of the 23 Dens of Dramescula 3 for Clan Sanguin---Which you are a part of, your House has strayed too far from our Great mother and she wish for your return.”
“Then let her come” A raspy voice beckons from the old man with his back facing the monster. His scarlet eyes reflecting on the glass pane. Redder, with a deadlier glare than that of the monster. “Our faith for the immortal amaranth will not be shaken by whoever she sends. But we mean no disrespect of course. We simply want to show her that my House can live independently from her, just like those owls.”
“Hehehe” letting out a low chuckle, “How reverent you are for the long dead days of Kinguin. I will tell mother your decision. But…that magister’s barrier will get in the way.”
“That’s your problem not mine. Get out”
And the monster steps back into the corner shadows, disappearing as if it was not there.
At that moment, someone knocks on the door and the old man allows them in. A little girl with pale skin, with red wavy hair comes in and greet with a proper queen’s courtesy
“My dear little princess” The old man greets with a bow, “What brings you here?”
“Pa!” She calls,
“…Yes?”
“Thean sent me another blood lilies and white lilacs”
“Sweet of her to do so.”
“Hehe, we are best friends! And you know how we always like being like the count mothers! I want to be the night and she will be the day.”
“And, who are these count mothers you two idolize if I may know?”
“Count Dramescula and Count Yralla!”
The name Dramescula alerts the father’s gaze, “I see, “He never listened well to his daughter and now, he does so. “Can you, stop reading about Dramescula for a while darling?”
“Why so? Also, there is a monster under my bed.”
“Ahahaha, one of your nightmares again?” The old man walks up to her and pats her head—his breath catches in his through, feeling his daughter’s blood having a stranger’s mix. “What did you see this time?” Asking nonchalantly
“Well…it was a pale man’s face and they grabbed my face and then, the back of my neck hurts.”
“Does it now?” He checks and indeed there are two fang marks that he glares with dismay. “Did it hurt?”
“Stung for a bit, but not anymore.”
“Well,” Clenching his fist, his eyes blazing crimson, “I’m sure it was just your imagination. Now get back to your bed Sol. It Is almost sunrise.”
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3 years later in the House Father’s office,
“Hehehe, I’m sure you already quite know what is in her and how it works. She is quite compatible~” The monster starts again, “and we can feel the barrier weakening. Maybe 20 years after and we can see Mother again.”
“There are servants…” The father says, pinching his forehead with a crimson smoke rising from his skin, “There are servants in the house yet you choose my daughter…five-year-old, daughter when there are 100 years older perfectly able”
“Oh please, would you really rather present mother a decrepit meal? She should have the utmost, pure and supple vessel for the greatest pleasures.”
“Enough!” Roars out a malignant figure out from his crimson smoke, “What do you want”
“You can’t do anything and you are still very much obedient. How beautiful and charming”
“Stop wasting my ti—”
“Then here” flinging an envelope towards the father’s table.
He checks the seal and it Is purple with the three princesses emblem on it. A royal envelope that he did not think of receiving. Inside is a paper—a letter, and the monster disappears as the father reads the words:
“To the esteemed Sol of House Sanguiris,
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It is with great honor that I, Horney, trusted Adviser of Kinguin Castle, pen this letter to convey a momentous decision reached by the Dia Concordant, the sacred council that governs our realm.
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In recognition of your noble lineage and the virtuous qualities you embody, the Dia Concordant has unanimously agreed to bestow upon you, Sol Sanguiris, the revered title of Fourth Princess of Kinguin's Outskirts. This august position carries with it the responsibility of overseeing the far-reaching lands that lie beyond the castle walls, ensuring the well-being and prosperity of the people who inhabit those regions.
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As a young girl of merely seven summers, your ascension to this role is a testament to the immense potential and inherent wisdom that reside within you. It is the belief of the Dia Concordant that, under your graceful guidance, the outskirts of our kingdom shall flourish, and the shadows that loom over those lands shall be banished by the radiant light of your presence.
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Though it is a branch out of our sacred tradition, your official coronation as the Fourth Princess shall take place upon your eighteenth birthday and mark Kinguin’s history for having four obligated rulers.
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On that auspicious day, you will be summoned to Kinguin Castle, where one of the representatives of the Dia Concordant along with the silver, gold, jadeite and opus concordant representatives shall gather to witness this momentous ascension. In a ceremony steeped in grandeur and solemnity, a crown of pure starlight shall be placed upon your brow, signifying your divine right to rule and protect the outskirts of our kingdom.
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Until that day arrives, it is the duty of House Sanguiris to prepare you for the responsibilities that lie ahead. You must cultivate your mind, body, and spirit, honing the skills and virtues that will guide you in your role as a just and benevolent princess. The path before you is one of great challenge and sacrifice, but it is also one of immeasurable reward and fulfillment.
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May the blessings of the Dia Concordant be upon you, Sol Sanguiris, as you embark on this extraordinary journey. May your reign as the Fourth Princess be marked by wisdom, compassion, and an unwavering commitment to the well-being of those who look to you for guidance and protection.
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With utmost respect and reverence,
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Horney
Adviser of Kinguin Castle”
“Bullshit…” The father curses, wanting to burn the letter right then and now but he cannot. “That fucking monster…Princess…A fucking mess.”
16 years later
“The assimilation of Mother with your daughter is finished hehehe~ She would only need to corrupt her mind and everything will change in a blink of an eye~ Aren’t you greatful? We can finally have mother visit us in Cyndoryll! In Hemrea! Mother can spread her name far and wide and let the entire Glorious Atormis Hear her name!”
Bat wings as black as knight as sharp as greatswords stabs and pins the monster against the wall.
It coughs out blood, surprisingly so when the father thinks it would just disappear immediately,
“hehe,” Laughing till the end, “You can’t do anything about it now. Mother is complete in your daughter. Sol is dead.”
“Death begets loss of existence but the great merciful judges of Necroxia and Delrith, allow a soul to roam for 500 years before their mandatory ceremonies.”
“W-what are you—saying—” coughing,
“Still don’t get it?” Showing the monster a ring glint with silver and dark green, “I can bring her back and end Dramescula at the same time.”
The revelation widens the monster’s eyes, urging him to reach out for the father’s ring finger but the bat wings cut off his limbs. Screaming himself in the maddening agony.
“Mother’s blood has completely taken over Sol’s but there is a concept of Soul alignment in the book of Yralla’s exorcism”
“Treacherous Vermin!” yelling and yapping in the most vulgar way a monster could, blood dripping out from his eyes and mouth, “You can never defy Mother! She is the Will! Of Every—”
“---Where a soul can possess certain bodies and feel comfortable with them, hence soul compatibility. If there is a chance to invigorate the body’s original cells with a familiar, there is a higher chance for the compatibility and force out the one possessing it.
Familiars are any who shares the same blood of the possessed. And vampires in overdrive--” Seeing the monster completely lost its mind and gone feral, barking and biting the air with its sharpened fangs. “Vampires in overdrive will bite by instinct” Cutting off its head with a single slash of his wings. Letting it roll off before kicking it to the wall where it splatters, brains and skull—everything of its face stomped upon.
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Twenty years later
The fourth princess returned home after her graduation from the Royal Noble Academy at Fa’Yore. Her father greets her warmly with a smile, with a tight familiar hug “Welcome Home Sol”
But with an unfamiliar whisper from the daughter, “I should be the one welcoming you Home, Ben”
“…”
“Not letting go? Do you miss me that much Child?”
“Where is my daughter…” He whispers back, the low devil in his tone.
“Well, she is right in front of you~ This virgin body of hers~ Haha. She was quite tough and did not want to let go until she wanted to see her father one last time~ But awe, she did not last the ship ride back home. Poor girl had a terrible experience with seasickness. Such an easy one, don’t you think? I’m surprised you haven’t made a move on her, especially with this body…mmm~ I felt so many delicious eyes when I touched down. It was hard not to give them a beat of a flashy treat. Ah—”
The father’s oozing crimson smoke covers the entire front yard and the two disappear from their servants and guards. Deep underground of their mansion, a coffin with green lit candles surrounding it beds Sol’s back. The girl grunts, head dizzy as she looks up to see her father undressing. “P-Pa Wait!” She raises both hands, gesturing, “Stop”
“S-Sol?”
The girl then grins instead of a nod. Her smile cutting her entire face, twisted. “Yes~”
“Dramescula!” The father’s eyes glow pure red and his crimson smoke beckons thick and black. His clothes come undone before he tears off Dramescula’s. But instead of resisting, the vixen welcomes his intrusion, well in with the pleasure.
“Mmmn~ That’s right father” Moaning and blowing into his ears, “Enjoy your daughter’s body to the fullest. Fill your desires for me~”
“Shut up!” Biting and choking her at the same time. “This isn’t for you; this is for my daughter.”
“Heh, pathetic ideals~”
The father slams himself deeper and harder, making sure to pin Dramescula for his bloody plan to connect. All for Sol, All for Sol, keeping himself thinking for her daughter in his one and only attempt in bringing back her daughter.
“W-what are you doin---”
“Shut up” telling her as he plunges himself further in.
“Why aren’t you finish—” She gasps, not for air but for the crimson secretions glowing from her lower abdomen and rising to cover her entire body. “—what did you---”
“I will bring back my daughter, no matter what!” hastening his pace, pounding the living daylight out of Dramescula that she starts spasming and convulsing. She bites his nape. Eyes purely red with both vampires biting each other but the father does not suck. Only letting himself be drained, his blood for Sol’s cells to invigorate themselves.
In a screaming rhapsody of flesh pounding against each other, moaning between pleasure and agony, Dramescula’s and Sol’s eyes appear before the father in one body. Left for the vixen and right for his beloved daughter and the father does not stop, losing himself in the moment of feeling for the supple virgin. Two voices harmonizing in one and all ends with an immense release that Dramescula’s eye completely disappear.
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In the present,
The daughter of the house, Sol, came about in a coffin surrounded by green candles. She saw this place before but feel like she did not as well. A queer feeling. How or why, she cannot exactly remember. She looks at herself in the bathroom mirror, nothing is unusual except the two red bite marks on her neck. Almost as if fourteen mosquitos have bitten her.
Something…her nude body—was not pale as moonlight just like that monster…It was that monster! Sol realizes and her scarlet hair burns bright red just like her maroon eyes. Her once purple eyes now in rich maroon. What even happened? And where did that monster go?
Sol rushes out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around her body. She yells out asking for any mair or maid present and there is a guard who runs up to her call.
“P-Princess!” He calls dutifully, and trying to have a respectful gaze, “Where have you off? We were warily looking for you these past weeks”
“F-find the monster…” She stutters, feeling cold and frostbitten around her jaw.
“Pardon?”
“T-There i-s a monster! I-n the wo-ods…” What is happening, every word she is trying to say without thinking keeps her out of breath. “I AM PRINCESS! YOU DO AS YOU’RE TOLD!”
“Y-YES YOUR HIGHNESS!” The frightened guard saw not a princess as he left, but more of a creature from the books of Dramsel. He turns to go to the servants hall and ask around if the mairs and maids present have seen a monster but, strangely there is no one. Not even in the servants chambers. Why, even the people in the portraits are missing and feels as if there is no one other than him in the mansion. No Hemrean other than him…there is something at the end of the hallway. Eyes red with a figure smaller than a child’s. The guard runs back where he comes from, thinking that this might all be a dream. He tries to open the mansion doors but it is somehow locked. He cannot open it.
A man’s laughter echo in the hallway, throughout the mansion, frightening his ears in flight. The guard runs and calls out for the princess, sword in hand. He barges into her chambers where she is standing nude under the moonlight with her night gown in her hand. “A-AH! I’m so sorry princess! B-but we have to—”
“Shhh~” Sol is suddenly in front of the guard when she was just standing by the window just now. “Why’s my dear child afraid?”
“P-princess…?” He stares deep into her scarlet snake like eyes, lips yellow with a breath that smells like blood. “A-are you okay?”
“Of course, I am~ But are you?” Leaning close, breathing onto the guard’s clothed neck.
“L-let’s get out of here Princess” The guard forcefully takes the princesses hand but she yanks herself away, causing the guard to stumble forward and kneel.
“I have yet to wear my night gown”
“Ah---I’m sorry!”
Sol wears her ghostly night gown, her nude body still visible underneath. But her expression looks as if she does not care. “Where to?” She asks in awfully calm voice before the guard takes her wrist and drag her to the dining hall where he thinks the servants are, but no. There is no one. In the library; no, in the veranda; no. There is really no one in the mansion except for him and the princess and this, gives him both excitement and fear. His respectful gaze disrespectfully falls on temptation as he sizes the princess.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…just nothing…” panic once again sets him as he sees the same figure at the servants hallway at the door where they had just entered. He forcefully takes the princess to the backside of the mansion and fortunately, the door is not lock. They head for the stables, taking a horse for the two of them. “Let’s head to the capital princess, I don’t think it is safe here.”
“How about…we head for Fogsight fort…?” She places her hands on his lap, hugging him from behind,
“I…” the guard stutters once more and did not think much about the direction so they head for the western outskirt tower.
“Good boy~” Sol’s hand lingers far too close for his comfort, rubbing in parts where the guard gulps and ask the princess if she can keep her hands off him but the princess insists because, “I am a princess. I do as I want and you have no words to say to me dear guard~” Her hand intrudes his parts further, boldly passing through the fly of his crotch and rubbing there. As the moonlight shines brighter for the final hours of the night so is her scarlet eyes as her mouth lay rest on his neck, piercing through his skin, and the bats fly high flying with them for the fort.
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