Ephemeral

Prologue: Tyrant

I crossed my legs and I rest my head on my knuckles, while I regarded the throne room with my bored look. My subordinates and generals are feeding from the slaves we got from the fallen kingdom of the north. I couldn't help the cruel smile creeping up on my face whenever I think about their screams of agony.

Pleading for their lives, especially that pathetic king and queen of theirs. While I slaughter their children and grandchildren right before their eyes.

The sword on my hand is resting on the side of my black throne, with a fresh blood dripping on the blade. I lifted it up, and lick the blood from the blade. I bring it back on my lap, and the cool blade caressed my bare thighs.

I've fought countless battles and destroyed kingdoms to one another until I could feel the victor in my system, by seeing their deaths lay before me. There is nothing that can satisfy me in this fucked up world of bloodsuckers like me, by seeing my enemies succumb to their inevitable demise.

We live in a world where the prey became the predator, and the predator became the prey. No bloodline and relatives could save your skin, you were left to fend for yourself. Alone.

I have a brother who left after he killed his own friends to gain more power, and now I am here alone ruling our kingdom. Not that I care though if he left, but I am sure I will be infuriated if he returned.

I would surely kill him.

"My queen, what are we gonna do with these bodies?" Larius my general, called. While he is still wiping the blood from the side of his lips, after draining the slave in his arms earlier.

I stood up lazily, with the sword in my left hand and kicking the corpse lying on my feet. I walked down from my throne while stepping down on the pile of corpses before me. Dragging the sword in the process, making a screeching noise on the floor.

My cool stare never left Larius' disgusting face, until I am standing right before his very eyes. The fear radiating off from him like a plague and it makes my blood boil in anger.

The people inside the room snickered, they know there will be another dead body added to my personal 'collection'.

I smiled sweetly at Larius's sweating face, oh boy he really fears me.

Indicating that he didn't trust me as his queen, and now it adds to my displeasure, nobody shall show fear in front of me. Because that's what I hate to see the most, fear.

It will make you weak and helpless.

"M-my queen--"

I interrupted him by placing my finger against his lips, "Shush Larius, you can leave the corpses there. I don't want those on my 'collections'. It looks disgusting and it is not fresh anymore." my other subordinates are now watching us curiously with their scarlet and ruby colored eyes.

He stammers, "B-but my queen, it is still fresh---" I didn't let him finish his sentence. Instead, I cut his pathetic head off from his body in one fell swoop of my sword. Leaving the decapitated head rolling on the floor.

I inhaled the intoxicating smell of fresh blood came from the corpse of Larius, I walked over to where his head is and picked it up by yanking its hair using my free hand. I turned to my visitors and generals, "Have your feast till dawn, but now your queen must retire for I already feel the exhaustion from earlier." the noblemen clap their hands and my generals roared out of happiness for our victory.

Another kingdom fell to my hands, I will never stop conquering till I will be the most powerful and influential queen in the world full of bloodthirsty monsters. Nevertheless, I won't lay my hands on the humans. They are not in my cup of tea.