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King of Vampires (1)

Long time no see, fuckers. UwU

I wanted to post this as soon as possible so I decided just to break it up into parts. Only God knows when I'll post part 2..

Anywho. Enjoy!

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The city tilted, buildings forever slanted by corrosion and time. The clouds were dark and grey, the sun forever trapped behind those luminous puffs. The city was dark and cold. The citizens were dark and cold. Their skin the palest of whites or the lightests of bronze, their hearts long since stilled. It was as if the city itself was stilled right along with them.

The City of Vampires. Blood thirsty things, those creatures were. Hungry for power and gluttonous for blood. They were unstable and unpredictable, incapable of ruling themselves. They needed guidance. They needed a ruler.

The City of Vampires was of a monarchy.

On the outskirts of the gloomish city sat a castle of stone and ruby, the only dazzling thing it had to offer. It's chapels and towers loomed over the city like a condescending God. The grass around it was dead and weeds were crawling up its sides, wilted flowers adorned the surrounding flower beds. Behind these castle walls lived the King of Vampires and his fellow servants.

Asmodeus was the Vampire King.

He wore a crown of rubies and obsidian, his outfit was a well tailored suit made from the blackest of satin. He had charcoal grey eyes and combed back platinum blond hair. His fangs were sharp and merciless. His nails well manicured, but sharp. His face wore a constant smirk. He was cunning and sharp-witted. Arrogant and cocky. He was

"Downright stunning!" One of the many maidens in the room said, ending her sentence with a little fan to her face.

"Indeed he is. Truly a beauty to behold." Said another maiden, giggling.

It was utter chaos in the castle this morning, for despite his title of king being long since retired, Asmodeus' father had decided it was about time to take matters in his own hands and find his son a queen. And despite his son's many protests, he had invited all of the city's fairest maidens to the Castle of Blood for courting this morning. Afterall, what's a king without his queen?

Asmodeus had told his father on multiple occasions that he was not interested in marriage at this moment. He was not interested in a queen. He was not interested in a woman. But of course his father didn't listen, and of course he went behind his back to arrange for this courtship. Of course, of course, of course.

Asmodeus was fuming. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He growled lowly. He was in his father's chamber, watching him reading up on the latest news from the City and getting his shoes polished by one of the servants.

His father didn't bother looking up from his reading before replying quite boredly with, "What ever do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean! Why are there maidens here?"

"Hm. I don't know. Say," He looked up. "Do any of them catch your eye?" He grinned. Asmodeus did not.

"No. Because they all adorn breasts."

"Nonsense."

Asmodeus sneered. "Maybe you're forgetting who's king here. You gave up your right to order me around when you handed the crown over to me."

"And maybe you forgot that I am your father and simply do not care."

Asmodeus glared daggers at his father. "I'm sending them home."