Young blood

It Begins

1612, Hungry. Castle Bathory

Erzebet Bathory winced in pain as the guards shackled her to the chamber wall; she glanced across the dungeon chamber as her Uncle Stefan entered the chamber the normal stoic impression that he usually wore across his regal features had been replaced by that of utter revolution and disgust and with one final glance at her he turned and left the door slammed shut leaving the chamber in desolate darkness. Erzebet dropped to her knees the cuffs of the shackles grated against the skin on her wrists causing them to bleed.

Earlier that same morning she had been informed that her weakling husband had absconded knowing that he would never be able to survive the stigma and social distain of having been so closely associated with such an evil harridan who had committed so many terrible sacrilegious crimes against god and his holy church. The image of her ridiculous husband made her laugh all thou he had been a handsome and well built man he had been a complete dolt.

The image of her maid-in waiting and lover Valeria caused her great pain tears filled her eyes; it had been her who had taught Erzebet the beauty of the dark arts and in serving Lucifer through ceremony and acts of torture and sadism. They had spent many blissful nights in each other's arms as her husband had been away fighting. Valeria had been very so beautiful and beguiling that Erzebet had not expected her to suffer from terrible rages of jealousy and through this had attempted several times to kill her hopeless husband. So it came as a surprise that she had fled the castle whilst her lover was being imprisoned that betrayal hurt a lot it was a pain that would stay with Erzebet for as long as she lived.

Erzebet sighed deeply was the murder of Eight Hundred and Twelve peasant girls such an horrendous crime, it was not as if they had been blue blooded aristocracy, no they had all been inbred mongrels without breeding or education, it was not as if they where of a diminishing number the surrounding fifths where packed with the parasitic vermin, surly the deaths of the eight hundred and twelve peasant girls her and Valeria had killed in the quest for immortality and eternal beauty would not have made such a terrible difference. They had all had to be young beautiful and innocent in the ways of man. The discovery of the age stopping qualities of the virginal blood had been an accident. One of the lower maids had caught Erzebets eye and she had order that she be bought to her private chambers for the lady of the manners pleasure, Valeria had stormed into Erzebets bedchamber in one of her jealous rages where the maid had been innocently disrobing her mistress, she had struck the girl with a horse whip multiple times casing the girl to scream and beg for it to stop the blood had splattered all over Erzebets face, after wiping the blood away her and Valeria saw how the blood had made her skin look younger. That poor peasant girl had been the first of many to die.

The chamber she was being held prisoner in had been the very chamber where she and Valeria had conducted all of these so called sacrilegious crimes. In the middle of the dungeon chamber although now in the darkness she could not see it stood the massive solid silver bathtub she had had built to hold herself and Valeria. To fill the bath to the top it had taken thirteen girls blood, under the bath wood would have been burnt down to ashes to keep the blood warm whilst they both bathed. The thirteen girls would have been tied upside directly above the bath from the ceiling rafters and their throats cut and then left for a couple of hours for the blood to drain into the bathtub.

Erzebet heard footsteps approaching the dungeon chamber door. She stood up and brushed the hay and dust from the skirts of her gowned and held her head high to show them she was still not afraid of them or there stupid thoughts of executing her. The door swung open and her Uncle Stefan and the King entered the room followed by two armed guards who stepped forward and started to release her from the shackles once she was released each guards seized one of her arms her Uncle informed her that a sentence for her crimes had been past, it would be a slow and painful death one that would reflect on the crimes she had committed.

Erzebet Bathory was to be lead to the furthest tower in the castle grounds and would be walled into the tower chamber and left to rot, she would slowly starve to death. She laughed all the way to the tower chamber her lord and master Lucifer would save her before that fate would steal from him his most loyal and beloved servant.

Two days after she had been bought to the tower Erzebet fell to her knees she was starving and finally once the moon had risen and the witching hour passed she called on her master and offered him her soul and her eternal service in exchange for immortality and revenge, Lucifer answered her plea...