Blood Reign : A Laveau Legacy (GxG)

the vampire queen

The moon hung low and crimson over Castle Laveau, its bloodred light seeping through stained glass windows and casting eerie shadows across the sprawling throne room. Malia Laveau, the most feared vampire in existence, reclined on her obsidian throne, one leg draped carelessly over the armrest. Her eyes, the colour of frozen steel, surveyed the trembling supplicants before her with cold disinterest.

"Next," she commanded her voice a velvet purr that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it.

Two werewolf guards, their muscles rippling beneath coarse fur, dragged forward a human man. They forced him to his knees before the dais, his forehead pressed against the cold marble floor.

Malia's lips curled into a smirk, revealing the tips of her razor-sharp fangs. "You dare to request an audience with me? Speak quickly, mortal. My patience wears thin."

The man raised his head, eyes wide with terror. "P-please, Your Majesty. I beg for mercy. Your servants took my daughter during the last harvest. She's all I have left. I'll do anything-"

"Anything?" Malia interrupted, leaning forward with sudden interest. "How quaint. Tell me, human, what could you possibly offer that I don't already possess?"

"I... I..." the man stammered, realizing the futility of his plea.

Malia sighed dramatically and waved a dismissive hand. "Boring. Take him to the dungeons. Perhaps he'll prove more entertaining as a meal for our newest fledglings."

As the guards dragged the screaming man away, a statuesque witch with hair-like living flame approached the throne. "My Queen," she murmured, bowing deeply. "News from the eastern territories. The outcasts grow bolder. They speak of challenging your rule."

A low, dangerous chuckle escaped Malia's lips. "Let them come, Alora. I will crush them as I have crushed all who came before." Her eyes gleamed with cruel anticipation. "In fact, I look forward to it. Things have grown so tediously peaceful of late."

Alora nodded, a wicked smile playing on her own lips. "Shall I send a message? Perhaps a few heads on pikes along the border?"

"An excellent suggestion," Malia purred. She rose from her throne in one fluid motion, her black gown shimmering like oil in the torchlight. "But first, I grow weary of these petitions. Have the kitchens prepare a feast. I feel like... celebrating tonight."

As Malia swept from the throne room, her coterie of supernatural courtiers falling in behind her whispers rippled through the hall. Some spoke of her beauty, others of her cruelty. But all agreed on one thing: Malia Laveau was the most powerful being in their world, and crossing her was a death sentence.

The vampire queen paused at the grand doors, turning back to survey her domain. Her gaze fell upon a tapestry depicting her victory over the last human rebellion. A satisfied smile played across her lips as she remembered the taste of defeat in their blood.

Little did Malia know that far beyond her castle walls, in a small human town she considered beneath her notice, two young women were about to set in motion events that would shake the very foundations of her reign. The winds of change were stirring, carrying with them the scent of a rare and powerful blood that would challenge everything Malia thought she knew about her world and herself.

As the doors closed behind her, the throne room fell into an uneasy silence, the air thick with fear and the promise of violence to come.