The Fallen Vampire

Queen Ayame sat upon her throne with her one good eye closed and a bored look on her beautiful face.

The life of a monarch of a declining race is not an exciting one.

There was little to do around here after all with a war still waiting outside of these walls.

She had no friends or even loose night companions, all of her paper work was taken care of by others and she didn't even leave the castle.

It was days like this that she wished her husband were still around.

Though he was not what one would call a soulmate, he was a respectable man and business partner who would have atleast kept her life interesting.

"Queen Ayame, pardon my intrusion…"

Opening her one left eye, Ayame found the hulking lion Leopold entering her throne room with his twin daughters trailing behind him.

It wasn't like she hadn't sensed them coming, but she was in such a peaceful mood that she didn't feel like opening her eyes until she absolutely had to.

"What is it you three? It is hardly like you to show up unannounced."

The father daughter trio looked at each other uncomfortably.

"The… princess has returned with guests, and she has requested an audience with you."

Ayame smelled the scent of her daughter in the air, but she thought that she may have been mistaken.

Because the scent was muddled with human blood.

'So she ran off with that vampire brat and found trouble and now she's back here to beg for aid, is that it…? Laughable.'

"Let her crawl in here then." Ayame said uncaringly.

The father and daughter group gave each other a weird look that she didn't understand before they moved to pull open the double doors.

The first thing Ayame noticed was the sound of heavy clawed footsteps; causing her to raise a brow.

Her daughter entered into the throne room, but she was not barely clinging to her life as Ayame had expected.

Instead she was fully transformed, and gnawing on what appeared to be a femur.

Her black tail wagged from side to side happily, just like when she was a child and was going to go and visit her betrothed.

"Hello mother!" It was strange to hear such a cheerful and girly voice from a hulking creature, but everyone in the castle was already used to such a thing.

"Ah…What have I told you about chewing bones in public..? Try to remember that you are a princess if only in name."

"Oh, right."

A moment later, another woman strode in who Ayame knew well.

Enyo was equally as bloody as Keran, but she was drastically more graceful and almost motherly like.

"It is a pleasure to see you again, Queen Ayame."

"…Likewise, Enyo."

At first, when Ayame saw the mature woman enter the throne room, she had no idea what she was seeing.

Somehow, she was alive.

She wasn't simply holding a physical form as a normal poltergeist would have.

Instead she was truly within a physical body, but her being was fully comprised of something that even Ayame had no idea how to process.

"What… have you become, servant of the Ascalon?"

Enyo showed a small smile that Ayame did not understand. "A wife."

"…?"

Before Ayame could request any sort of elaboration, she heard the sound of dull groaning coming from the hallway.

Three men suddenly entered into the throne room, but only two were actually upright.

One was a trembling boar-kin man who looked like he was going to fall over dead at any second.

He was sweating profusely and keeping his eyes locked firmly on the ground in front of him; either so that he did not trip over a crack or perhaps because he felt he was not worthy to look up.

However, the second man was far more interesting to the eyes of the Queen.

Disbelief, confusion, attraction, and more than a small amount of reverence trickled into her being.

Ayame prided herself on her unflappability, but but today it seemed like that that aspect of her being had gone out the window.

She held up a trembling finger as her brain tried and failed to process just what she was seeing in front of her.

"Y-Y-You… y-you're…b-but I have known you all your life a-and…WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT?!"

Taira was already in a rather unenergetic mood due to more than a few factors, so he really didn't have the energy to hear a lot of yelling if it wasn't coming from one of his wives underneath him.

"Quiet down a bit if you don't mind… these things are a bit more sensitive than I'm used to." Taira pointed to his large fluffy ears that were able to extend his already unfair hearing to even more insane levels.

"I..!" Ayame started to yell again, but she seemingly remembered some kind of unshakable law and calmed down just a bit.

"Answer me, brat… why do you look like that..?" She asked through gritted teeth.

It was at this moment that Taira realized that his appearance had a bigger impact on the queen than he thought.

Afterall, she had not at all stopped to ask why he was dragging a half-dead human along the stone floor.

"Mother, you'll never believe it! Taira has received the name of the best god and has been bestowed with his heritage!"! Keran explained; finally putting her bone away for later.

"T-Truly?"

'Obviously…' Taira thought.

"B-But why him!? E-Even I have not received such an honor so why is-"

"Funny that you ask that."

At that moment, Taira hurled the broken human across the throne room, and he rolled until he came to a stop in front of the werewolf queen's throne.

He also forced Theodore onto his knees, and stepped past them both as he walked towards Ayame.

"This god you are so fond of has a message that he asked me to deliver to you, as he is less than pleased with your inactivity. Would you like to hear it all or do you want me to summarize it to save us both some time?"