The Fallen Vampire

Outside of an ancient and ominous looking gothic castle, there were two stone statues easily around eight feet tall.

They seemed to be gargoyles that had withstood the test of time for over a thousand years; focused on their singular goal of keeping intruders out of these most sacred grounds.

Other than the grey moat surrounding the castle that was filled with man eating fish, this was one of the castle's best outdoor defense.

However, it would be put to the test when a group of individuals suddenly landed atop the wooden drawbridge and caused the sentinels to stir.

Their ruby eyes suddenly burned brighter than the sun and they lumbered from their pedestals while making ominous growling noises.

"Goliath! Xanatos! Is that you my babies?!"

Enyo pushed her way to the front of the group and her eyes beamed like the brightest of stars.

The stone beasts paused dead in their tracks and tilted their heads to the side as they stared at the familiar woman in front of them.

"!"

"!"

Once their ancient brains dredged up the memories, their frightening and protective demeanor disappeared entirely.

They almost became somewhat doglike as they knocked Enyo over and began licking her face.

"Hehehe! That tickles! I missed you guys too, you know? I'm sure it's been a couple hundred years since-"

"Alright, that's enough."

Taira suddenly grabbed both creatures by the horns and pulled them away from his beloved wife.

"Aww, are you jealous, my love?" Enyo said teasingly.

"Yes. I'm the only one allowed to lick you."

"This and that are two different things!"

"Don't care."

"Jeez!"

The two gargoyles looked at the man holding them up by the horns and their ancient brains had to put in much more work than before to deduce his identity.

But eventually, they recalled a vision of a man from the past who looked a lot younger and was missing these furry ears and tails from his body.

However, it was unmistakably him.

"Shit!"

In an instant, Taira ended up being the one tackled to the ground next as the gargoyles gave his face a good licking.

He tried like hell to pull them off of him, but failed miserably all the same.

Eventually, he turned into a small black rat to escape their clutches and he climbed all the way onto Vermeil's shoulder.

Vermeil: "Aww, what's wrong? They were just being affectionate, darling."

Enyo: "They must have missed you after so long. You should have let your reunion continue."

Keran: "We promise we won't make fun of you. And we won't let Aveena do it either."

Aveena: "Don't make promises for me-" Join us at m v|le mpyr

SMACK!

-

The double doors to the castle swung open with a loud bang that reverberated throughout the hall.

This sudden action caused all of the undead to pause, as there were no reports of any expected visitors today and certainly none who would make such a ruckus as this.

However, when they saw these guests being led in personally by the gargoyles stationed outside, their pulses quickened.

Only the heads of the fallen got treatment as special as this, so they naturally expected it to be one of them.

Almost on cue, the numerous undead maids, servants, and death knights dropped to one knee respectfully, even though they had no knowledge of exactly who or what they were bowing to.

And upon seeing the group that had entered, most still did not understand.

However, there were a few who had the necessary age and experience to know.

"It can't be..."

"S-She..."

"Is that...?"

Immediately, a few of the long dead fallen forgot about their positions and stood up to approach the group.

Their eyes were on a woman who was holding hands with a woman who looked eerily familiar.

"E-Excuse me... are you really Enyo?" One of the maids said in a hushed and disbelieving tone.

As a response, the shoggoth smiled as if she were remembering some very fond memories.

"It's good to see you again, Marianne. Are you still griping about the fact that your breasts haven't grown after death?"

The wight maid normally would have punched her friend for such a comment if this were several hundred years ago, but for right now she was just happy that she was alive to make it.

...That shit was going to get old real fast though.

Crying, the charming maid threw herself at Enyo, and seemed to release the floodgates from others around them who knew her as well.

Everyone began clamoring to hug or smother their favorite drowsy poltergeist, and some were becoming so emotional that it was hard to even follow their words.

It became more like a sea of gibberish that only the youngest of toddlers could comprehend.

"Ah... Can it be...?"

Finally, one of the eight foot tall death knights seemed to recognize the man who was holding Enyo's hand when she first arrived.

He removed his helmet and dropped to one knee as tears started to leak from his decomposed face.

"Are you possibly... Prince Indra...?"

"Yes... and no."

"I... do not understand." the death night admitted.

"Fufufu..."

Enyo wore somewhat proud smirk on her face as she folded her arms across her chest and gained an air of authority out of nowhere.

"Shall I tell you all then? Would you like for me to regale you with tales of our glorious adventure?"

"YES!!" Everyone said immediately.

Enyo moved to a podium that she felt was fitting of her speech and smiled gratefully.

This wasn't the first time she had sat on Taira's shoulders, but he did wish that this time didn't feel quite so embarrassing.

"Where should I begin?" Enyo said with a smile. "It all started when I woke up in the Ascalon bunker 51 years ago..."

- 20 Minutes Later

"And then, we killed too many humans in a short timeframe so we had to leave and come into the outside world before they came looking."

"Ooooh..."

- 26 Minutes Later

"It ended up being a good thing we saved Lucia, since she led us right to Keran and the twins! That's also how we met Vermeil!"

"Amazing..."

"What an incredible coincidence..."

"I had heard rumors that one of the heroes defected, but to think that it was true...!"

- 33 Minutes Later

"Then, after my beloved refused Ja'Zaki's request, we ended up moving into Lucia's lake house! That's also where he and I had our first time and we had so much sex it was just incredible..!"

"I-I believe it..."

"I'm so jealous.."

"Of which one?"

"Both of them. And the bed that got to soak up all their juices..."

"...You might need to get out more, girl. This isn't healthy."

- 41 Minutes Later.

"And then, my darling husband received a vision from the beast god himself! He blessed him with a new name, and a new heritage! He is now a nogitsune vampire!"

"A nogitsune... vampire..?"

"Miraculous..."

"To receive a vision from the beast god himself... I knew the third prince was never a waste!"

- 57 Minutes Later

"And after we all lost so miserably to the ice hero, we knew that there was a need for us to build up our strength! So we spent fifty years in seclusion cultivating and studying and having orgies for months at a time and-"

"Alright, that's enough."

"Kyaa!"

Taira finally removed Enyo from his shoulders and held her underneath his arm like she was old luggage.

He shook his head at an entire room of undead fallen who were sitting on the ground cross legged like little children- hanging onto Enyo's every word.

It would have been endearing, had she not been about to confide in them the finer points of their sex life.

Although, he seemed to be the only one who had a problem with this as neither Vermeil, Keran, or Aveena thought to try to stop her.

'How far were they going to let this go..?' he wondered.

It was almost like they saw this as some kind of wild opportunity to claim their territory.

"I-I don't believe it! This is truly a remarkable day!"

"The vampire bloodline has not died out! We still have hope in this war!"

"But, how strong could the prince have gotten in fifty years?"

"My darling husband is at the sovereign realm! His potential is unmatched by even that bastard father of his!" Enyo said proudly from her confines.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!"

By now, the entire grand hall had erupted into a chorus of cheers and applause.

This was the first time that Taira had so much positive attention focused on him that didn't have to do with his looks.

It made him feel slightly shy if he was being honest.

Suddenly, he noticed the sound of footsteps approaching him and he finally laid eyes on the person he had actually come here for.

As always, Aja Druj had an aloof seeming demeanor that paired well with her supernatural beauty and mystifying physique.

As she walked, the crowd respectfully parted way for her like a famous scene from the Bible, and everyone waited quietly to see what she was going to say.

Were they about to see a battle for the throne right before their very eyes?

And if they were given the choice to pick a side... who should they follow?

Those of old blood, or new?

The undead race's past or present?