(Time skip 1476)
The year is 1476 and I have continued to survive. It's been 569 years since my death and I haven't aged or weakened. Through all this time I've realized the voice in my head is the Devil. He had come to collect when my sister died and I was killed for her lovers murder. But I've had time to deal with it and I'm fine really, the blood I had shed that day was worth its reward. My family was in heaven, at peace, happy. The devil told me I was to be his soul taker. A reaper almost but I didn't decide where one soul went all the souls I eat go directly to hell. I was basically his left hand, the decision maker. Dragging souls to hell where they belonged. But so far I have been in every war known to man. Hiding in the shadows feasting on the bodies I deemed worthy enough to eat. Right now though I'm in the war in Romania, Wallachia. It is a beautiful war, with a handsome leader. He was tall and clad with long black hair and blue eyes. He cared for his people, until they turned on him. You can tell it's not the first time his people have turned on him. I could smell it in his soul, such a torchered soul. I just guess this is the last time he was going to let his people walk on him again. He started slaughtering anyone who defied him. It was gorgeous really. Such power and will coming from a poor torchered soul. Much like I was so long ago. His kills defined him, beautiful but on display, feared and heard. Some hung from poles, others slashed to pieces. The smell of blood and death lingered on the battlefield, my favorite smell. Men, children, women, he did not discriminate. It brought back so many memories of my first time. I never really medal in the really affairs of war. Just a small bystander, but this time I managed to get myself caught. I guess I wasn't paying attention or maybe I wanted to get caught. By the man I had been admiring for years, Vlad the Impaler is what I had been calling him. His real name was Vladimir Dracula III. A name fitting for a strong, handsome leader. Sometimes it's hard hiding behind the lines with the body I have. One to be remembered. I was short 55 but I was filled in all the right places. My hair was long and dark brown it flowed past my large breast past my smaller waist and stopped at my wide hips and thick thighs. I has a body men lusted over, but not him. I was almost offended but then I remembered this was a proper time and he probably already had a wife and children by now. He had me shackled and kneeling in front of him. What is the purpose for you being here winch. His satin voice boomed over the remaining ranks that pledged to stay by his side. I held my bravest face and looked him in the eyes. Just admiring the view. I chimed with a seductive voice. I could hear the men behind me faltering and adjusting themselves, men are so easy. But Vlad he just sneered trying to find and ulterior motive for me to be here but I didn't have one. His stare was almost burning, yet so intriguing. Not many men can look me in the eye and get away with it. Though I can tell he is going to be thinking about me later on tonight. But I guess he got bored not finding any wavering in my eyes and turned around and grabbed a spear. I know what's coming up next and boy is it going to be tiring. I could tell you was really fighting with himself, but he swiftly turns back around and stabs me in the chest.
