Redeemers of the Fallen 8

Chapter 8: Absolution

Bianca stepped warily into the crypt, expecting danger from every shadowed corner since she first embarked on that long descent down the grand staircase into the final resting place of the Turenau family. Bianca’s curiosity nearly got her killed the last time she ventured down here.

The crypt was mostly as Bianca remembered with its slight stench of decay and its inhospitable grime covering the stone floors, walls, and ceiling. In a grim reminder of death’s constant presence in this nightmare castle, skeletons were tied to racks and splayed across the floors in the cells of the adjoining dungeon. Their bones were still locked in misshapen throes of tortured agony even in death. Bianca walked trepidatiously through the arranged semicircle of stone coffins that contained denizens who rested not so peacefully.

However there were several more coffins than Bianca recalled and the mural covering one of the walls had been obliterated to reveal the secret passage hidden behind the ancient pictographs. Bianca prayed Mirela had already found success down below. The whispering sigh of air escaping from that fetid passageway was the only noise heard in this evil den. But wait, what was that? A footstep?

“Siss-eeeee,” Bianca heard a sing-song voice calling out playfully to her. “Won’t you come play with me? We could have such fun games together. Just like we did as children.”

Loredana emerged from a nest of shadows, smiling toothily and clearly exulting in her sensual yet terrifying appearance. Her large, shapely breasts spilled from the front of her nightgown but she paid no mind to this wanton baring of her naked chest, instead reveling at the notion of her exposed bosom drawing the eyes of her sister.

“I’m so very pleased you survived your encounter with the blondes,” Loredana said. “They were a nuisance and their demise far overdue. You did us a favor, truly. Aww, why do you flinch away from my presence, sister? I love you, Bianca. Do you not love me? Come give Sissy a kiss.”

“I’d rather kiss one of those headless blondes I just decapitated,” Bianca snapped back.

Loredana clapped her hands together with delight and laughed as she replied, “You were always so funny and sarcastic, Bianca. I adored that the most about you. Never serious and glowering like grumpy old Mirela or a stupid ninny like silly Bela. I always liked you the best of my sisters.”

“Why are you here?” Bianca demanded to know.

Loredana turned and regarded the gaping hole in the wall with curiosity.

“What is Mirela doing down there?” Loredana asked Bianca. “What does she know that I do not?”

“More than could fill a compendium.”

Bianca dropped her sword to the floor with a clank then cricked her neck around with loud popping noises. She cracked the knuckles of both her hands before flexing and curling the taloned fingers of her demonic limb.

“What are you doing, Bianca?” Loredana asked warily.

“You said we should play like when we were children,” Bianca said with a disaffected shrug. “I seem to recall pummeling you into submission whenever you got out of line back then and I thought we might conduct a repeat performance.”

“Just try it,” Loredana growled as she retrieved a knife from some cleverly hidden pocket in her nightwear.

The long, wickedly curved and serrated dagger was forged from some strange meteoric alloy and had a myriad of priceless gemstones embedded into its hilt. Bianca knew this witching knife well. Countess Vivianna used the very same dagger to channel and focus her power during her sick ritual where she summoned the demon who would inhabit Bianca’s physical form. The Countess had used the knife’s edge to mark the skin of Bianca’s palms and the soles of her feet as she gathered enough blood to invoke her summoning. Bianca could still detect the remnants of the scar on her right palm.

“Ah, I see you remember this knife,” Loredana said tauntingly. “Are you so anxious to feel its sting again?”

“I’m not worried. The edge of your dagger will never touch my skin.”

Loredana snarled impatiently waiting for Bianca to attack first but her sister seemed content to make Loredana seethe and fume from inaction.

“I have a coffin waiting for you,” Loredana promised Bianca. “Right next to mine. It will be up to you to decide what state you’re in when I place you inside it.”

Bianca beckoned to her sister with a rude taunting gesture that made Loredana howl like a banshee as she attacked. Bianca barely managed to dodge and evade Loredana’s furious swings and thrusts which threatened to slice open Bianca’s throat with every wild slash of Loredana’s weirdly glimmering knife. The Loredana that Bianca remembered only ever moved with speed or decisiveness when she found a pretty boy with a nice big prick. This quick, agile, fanged and taloned fiend hardly resembled the buxom redheaded bombshell that Bianca grew up with. That Bianca actively tried avoiding any harm to her sister only made the task of subduing her more difficult.

Bianca employed all her skill at brawling as her head dodged from side to side to avoid Loredana’s erratic swings until the moment to strike presented itself. Her demonic hand darted like a viper to snatch Loredana’s wrist out of the air. Bianca twisted the limb with all her strength until Loredana shrieked with pain and dropped the knife. Then Bianca tripped Loredana up and threw her roughly down to the floor. Bianca sat on Loredana with her knees pushed down into Loredana’s back while the vampire screamed and cursed at her.

Acting purely on instinct, Bianca cast an infernal enchantment that summoned coils of glowing silver bonds which tied themselves tightly around Loredana’s wrists and ankles until she had been left hogtied and completely immobile. Loredana’s vampiric strength would have easily snapped through ordinary rope but these bonds were made of a stronger material only breakable through the use of a countering spell. Loredana rolled around helplessly as she cussed her sister out.

“I’ll kill you!” Loredana screeched. Her growl turned deeper and more inhuman the longer she raged. “Release me now or I’ll gouge out your eyes and tear off your ears, nose, and tongue! I’ll consume your still-beating heart and drink the breath from your separated lungs! I’ll turn your cunny and colon inside out and eat your flesh while you still live. I’ll mmmrphhhh-”

Bianca snapped the fingers of her demon hand and Loredana’s mouth became filled with a bright silver ball-gag that had twisted, coiling straps stretching from the corners of her lips around the back of the vampire’s head. Loredana struggled harder against her enchanted bonds and stared up at Bianca with murderous anger and pure derision.

“That’s much better,” Bianca declared. “About time someone washed out that filthy mouth of yours, Loredana.”

Bianca spun around in alarm when she heard the slow clap of loud, boisterous applause from behind.

“Bravo, Lady Pierocent,” Şarpe chuckled as he struck his gauntlet-ed palms together during his slow, measured descent from the staircase down to his crypt. His sneering laughter cut through the deathly silence lurking inside the sepulcher when he looked upon the sight of Loredana all trussed up and struggling in vain against her bonds. “A marvelous show.”

Bianca couldn’t help noticing that Şarpe had placed himself between her position and where Viteza rested on the floor. Unlike other vampires who appeared frail and sickly in their undeath, Şarpe was a hulking man with a massive, heavily muscled frame and a gorgeous male face with bright blue eyes and full red lips. His intimidating presence felt like it encompassed the entire space of the crypt as he approached. Şarpe spoke to Bianca using the old dialect of Romania, a language that hadn’t been spoken by anyone other than academics for centuries.

“I like her best like this,” Şarpe said as he indicated Loredana thrashing around and squealing against her gag. “She speaks far too much and says very little of consequence.”

When Bianca didn’t indulge him with a response, Şarpe glanced over at the crumbling hole in the wall where the painted mural used to be and gave a surprised grunt.

“A rather crude mode of entry for such a charming, elegant woman,” he remarked. “Wouldn’t you agree? I always thought she appreciated the finer arts but now here she is blowing up ancient, priceless works. What do you think our dearest Mirela will find down there?”

“The key to your undoing,” Bianca finally spoke as her hands curled into fists of anger. Bloody fantasies of crushing Şarpe’s windpipe in her demon hand and then using her powerful limb to slowly and painfully separate Şarpe’s head from his shoulders flashed through Bianca’s mind.

“Mmm, is that so?” Şarpe wondered with his arrogant air of perpetual amusement at this world and his elevated position within it. “No, I rather doubt she would do that. After all, Mirela and I are deeply, hopelessly in love. Why, we’re practically husband and wife.”

Bianca burst out laughing and told the vampire, “You must be insane. Your brain has rotted while the rest of your body was kept alive with your vile appetites.”

“How can I not love her?” Şarpe pontificated as he picked up Viteza and held it carefully w the thick gauntlet covering her hand while he wandered the interior of the crypt. “Mirela is everything a man could ever want in a woman. Beautiful and alluring. Ambitious and dangerous. A powerful woman of genius. A filthy, degenerate whore in bed and an absolutely depraved monster out of it.”

Şarpe turned back toward Bianca and told her, “You do not know your sister as I do. You’ve not witnessed the terrible acts she’s committed, ones that put even my atrocities to shame. Her and I have fucked, naked and blood-splattered, atop the corpses of thousands of our victims. I’ve never known another woman who so enjoyed inflicting pain upon others.”

“That wasn’t my Mellie,” Bianca insisted. “That was the creature you fashioned her into.”

“Was it?” Şarpe wondered as he regarded the ruined wall with curiosity.

Şarpe holstered Bianca’s silver sword on the shelf of a nearby rack well out of Bianca’s reach. He picked a loose brick up off the floor and scrutinized a pictograph depicting Count Turenau’s first meeting with Beelzebub.

“The glee shown by Mirela whenever she murdered, tortured, or raped humans always seemed rather genuine to my eye,” Şarpe continued. “I never expected this to happen when I helped turn her. When I first met the girl I thought she was a prissy and prudish bitch. I assumed she would be the easiest breaking I’d ever undertaken, that my cock would destroy her as it’s destroyed so many before. My Lord, how I misjudged her! She took all I could give her and begged for more. Mirela gave me her virginity, her blood, her very life and in exchange she stole my heart away and keeps it with her always.”

“Gave you?” Bianca asked with barely contained fury. “You took everything from Mirela. Her family, her faith, her purity, and her life. You stole my precious Mellie away from me right after you raped her, fed from her, and then transformed her against her will.”

“I remember those events quite differently,” Şarpe heartily disagreed. “I seem to recall Mirela begging me to fuck her harder and freely offering her neck and her cunny to any Turenau who wanted the use of them. Make no mistake, there was always something dark and twisted hiding deep within Mirela just waiting to be let put. I’m proud to be the one who helped her reach her full potential.”

Şarpe closed his fist and crushed the brick in his hand into a fine dust that crumbled and fell to the floor.

“I suppose I should thank you for disposing of old Turenau,” Şarpe said. “Providing that favor is the only reason I’m keeping you alive right now. Nicolae intended to turn Mirela and keep her for himself, making her into his new Countess. All because she resembled the Count’s long-dead sister. Poor bastard never could dispose of the entirety of his humanity and that proved his undoing in the end. Hmm, I never realized until now that you and and your great-uncle Nicolae have that in common. Wanting to fuck your own sisters, that is. Must run in the family.”

“If you’re trying to bait me…” Bianca started.

Şarpe waved her off and said, “Mirela was the only one who understood that our kind’s purpose was not hiding in musty old tombs cowering from the light. We were meant to rule over these weak humans as a species superior to them in nearly every respect. Out of this revelation the Dark Queen emerged, a great and terrible ruler who with my help has pulled strings and manipulated this sorry world to our advantage throughout history. War. Famine. Poverty. Disease. All stoked by our machinations in order to exacerbate the conditions that deliver us ever more victims. We bribe the weak using money, power, and sex then use the weak to destroy those strong enough to oppose us. Though we keep to the shadows, unseen and unheard, our organization nearly surpasses the Catholic Church in age, wealth, and power. Together, the Dark Queen and I are the true rulers of this pathetic world.”

“More madness,” Bianca spat. “A delusion of grandeur. You rule over graveyards and nothing more.”

“I will ignore that insult this time,” Şarpe replied calmly. “For as much as I love her, there has always been one thing standing in the way of Mirela expressing her true love for me. You, Bianca. Your memory. But now that you’ve been returned to life your presence here affords me so many delicious opportunities.”

Şarpe stared blatantly down at Bianca’s groin and licked his lips as he observed how the tight fabric of her leggings had become drawn tightly over her crotch. Her pubic lips were highlighted prominently and the sweat of her exertions soaking through her leggings could easily be mistaken for aroused lubrication.

Loredana gave a muffled laugh into her gag as she stared at the well-defined crack of Bianca’s plump arse with even more blatant desire. Clearly Bianca was not the only one present who wanted to fuck their sister. Sensing Mirela was in grave danger, Bianca needed to reach her as quickly as possible but Şarpe still blocked the entrance to the secret passage.

“Step aside, snake,” Bianca declared. “Or else face your eternal destruction.”

Şarpe refused to withdraw, instead staring at her with a smirk so arrogant it only infuriated Bianca further. Bianca lifted her demon hand and watched black flames licking up and down the sides of her arm as infernal energy surrounded her. Bianca focused this energy and heard tortured screams and hellish moaning in her mind as she fired a blast of pure black magic in Şarpe’s direction, the power of which should have been great enough to incinerate the elder vampire. But just before the spell reached Şarpe, he waved his hand and watched with smug satisfaction as the energy dissipated in a circle around him like he was contained within a protective bubble. Bianca stared incredulously as the most powerful demonic spell she’d yet conjured failed to affect Şarpe in any meaningful way.

“You possess most formidable powers, Bianca,” Şarpe said. “So much so that you have yet to meet your match in battle.”

Şarpe’s handsome face broke into a wide, wicked grin that promised Bianca untold pain.

“Until now, that is.”

xxxxx

The passageway through the cavern kept shrinking as Mirela explored deeper beneath the mountain. The walls narrowed and the sharp-toothed stalactites that hung from the ceilings compressed down upon Mirela close enough to scrape along her back. Mirela was forced to walk hunched forward first before eventually being made to crawl on her hands and knees like a supplicant through the squeezing tunnel. She had never been much of a claustrophobe but Mirela still experienced anxiety and fear whenever she considered how far below the surface she had already ventured with still more to go.

Like blood coursing through the vein of a sickened body, Mirela traversed the interior passage hoping to eventually be led into the heart of the mountain. A red light emanated from somewhere unseen, the radiance strong enough that Mirela no longer had to summon her own form of illumination. The air assumed a sulfurous stench and the atmosphere grew steadily warmer until Mirela began to wish her body still secreted from her sweat glands with enough normality to cool her temperature. Complex formations of red crystals formed along the walls and ceilings, their clear lattice capturing Mirela’s reflection as she crawled past them. Mirela knew she must be close. The slowly mounting sense of dread made that a certainty.

In a perverse inversion of the natural order, Mirela noticed more signs of life the nearer she approached the earthly prison of one of the six Lords of Death. Chitinous insects and arachnids of species unlike any Mirela had ever observed creeped everywhere through the tunnel. Mirela’s crawling elbows and knees crushed multitudes beneath her as she slithered over a writhing floor of creepy, spiny creatures. Mirela felt the many-legged bugs skittering across her skin, crawling all through her clothing, and tangling themselves in her hair. Several of them possessed large mouths, pincers or nasty-looking stingers that struck Mirela with enough venom to kill an ordinary man. Mirela smashed as many of them as she could manage, their yellow and black innards splattering over her hands and face as she persisted ever forward.

The ancient skeletons of unlucky ones who traversed this same passage but never reached its conclusion were strewn all throughout the cavern. Huge beetles and cockroaches picked at rib-cages and crawled through eye-holes and mouths of the empty skulls that these crawlers had fashioned into their homes. Mirela shuddered at the thought that these pests might soon be using the inside of her decaying body for shelter.

Mirela pulled herself through the narrowest hole yet then looked up with wonder as she exited into an immense chamber with rows of ancient stone columns that had been constructed to support a ceiling hundreds of feet above her. More red crystals grew out of every wall, some in formations larger than an adult human. The black floor was marred with angry red cracks that constantly spit out a sulfurous steam. Mirela grabbed the remaining insects still crawling through her hair and clothing and threw them to the floor before crushing them underfoot. She wiped her face clean of blood and bug guts then gasped at what she beheld inside this sanctum.

Seated before her on a throne of ancient black marble was the one she’d come for. Beelzebub, Duke of Hell, Lord of Death, and maker of the Vampyr. For millennia he slept here beneath Sidexes, his immense evil seeping upward into the world above in subtle but noticeable ways.

The eons-old Demon Lord had an ugly, bestial face with a weirdly protruding mouth and long teeth that stuck out like tusks. The revolting creature had tall, sharp-pointed ears, great black horns that curled around the sides of its head and a set of large, bug-like, almost transparent wings that were kept folded behind its back. Beelzebub kept his eyes shut tight like he was truly asleep. The demon’s chest and almost comically pudgy stomach rose and fell in an even rhythm as he slumbered peacefully.

“So this is where it all began,” Mirela murmured to herself as she wandered about the interior of the chamber. The red light that originated from nowhere perfectly illuminated the vast room and Mirela’s eyes still had difficulty adjusting to the stark change in brightness. “This is the place where Nicolae bargained for the power to defeat the foreign invaders and thus cursed himself and his family for all eternity.”

“Hello, little Queen,” echoed a buzzing voice throughout the chamber. Despite the surprisingly weak and tinny timbre to this voice it spoke loud enough to rattle the walls of the chamber and make millennium’s worth of dust crumble from the ceiling.

Mirela turned to face the Demon-Lord with a protective spell already encasing her but she found the evil being still slumbering as peacefully as before, its eyes shut fast and its weird nostrils flaring with every deep breath.

“So you are the one who presumes to rule over my children,” the voice droned while Beelzebub’s lips remained closed. “Mirela Pierocent. Mirela Turenau. I know you, woman.”

“You know nothing of me, Beelzebub Hells-pawn,” Mirela retorted. She refused to be intimidated by any being, no matter how ancient or powerful they might be.

“I know why you’re here, little one,” the demon countered with an amused trill to its voice.

A mosquito’s buzzing, Mirela thought. That’s what his voice reminds me of.

“You seek my banishment to Hell and the subsequent removal of my influence upon this world. You seek the end of the Vampyr.”

“All your wisdom could not rescue you from exile,” Mirela retorted. She wanted to make the demon angry with her. Those consumed by anger tended to commit idiotic mistakes.

Deep, room-shaking laughter answered Mirela’s insult.

“An era rescued from petty infernal politics and the endless stupidity of the demonic host? No longer having to wriggle like a worm beneath the boot of that usurper Lucifer who was handed the crown and scepter to a kingdom he never earned nor ever truly wanted? No, silly child, my banishment was a gift. From this lair my resting evil seeps into your world and infects everything it touches. My agents, both wittingly and unwittingly, spread my taint further and the corruption and death they wrought provides me the strength needed to sustain myself. Agents just like you, Mirela. The greatest among all my servants.”

“No longer,” Mirela said defiantly as she assumed a battle-ready pose. “I’m through speaking with you. Your words would only poison my mind further. Beelzebub Hell-spawn, I banish you to the fiery pit from whence you came!”

Mirela’s body glowed with a golden-red aura of infernal energy drawn through the tether she kept tied to the demon-soul trapped within Bianca. The demonic blood stolen from her sister’s body coursed hot through Mirela’s veins as she became filled with power the likes of which she’d never experienced before. It took all her might just to control this surging energy and prevent it from combusting flesh not meant to contain the fury of hell.

The cavern vibrated with a dull hum as Mirela directed those energies at the peacefully sleeping demon to force his unwanted presence back into the Pit. Mirela prayed that Bianca had already dealt with those still remaining of Mirela’s evil brethren above. Her sister would be severely weakened and would also lose access to all of her infernal powers for the duration that Mirela drew upon her strength.

Mirela was forced to draw more and more energy from Bianca as the Demon-Lord’s natural protections resisted her attempts to banish his fell spirit from this realm. She gritted her teeth and sweated through her dress from the strain of casting an enchantment that was of a magnitude greater than any spell she’d yet performed. When she couldn’t hold on any longer, Mirela dropped her weary arms and watched the last burst of energy crackle like lightning around Beelzebub’s form before dissipating.

Mirela gasped and flinched backward in fear as Beelzebub’s eyes shot open and coldly regarded her. Mirela counted herself as old but this demon was something else entirely. His eyes were ancient and alien, older than humanity itself. They were great multifaceted orbs, such as a fly or other dipterian would see through. Compound eyes, Mirela thought. With great strain, the Demon-Lord lifted himself from his seat before standing up tall and proud with a muscled body that belied his large, paunchy gut.

“Did you truly believe banishing me would be so easy?” Beelzebub spoke aloud, this time his mouth opening wide to reveal row after circular row of razor-sharp teeth that stretched far down into the fell being’s esophagus. “Even using your pet demon the powers you’ve invoked are no match for mine.”

Mirela had made a terrible miscalculation. The banished Demon Lord slept peacefully beneath this mountain for millennia and while his corruption spread liberally throughout the world, Beelzebub was unable to influence human events directly. But now the Duke of Hell had been awakened from his long sleep due to Mirela’s interference, exactly as Beelzebub planned.

Now that Beelzebub stood at his full great height, his swollen belly no longer concealed what hid between his legs: A gigantic, misshapen prick that resembled a battering ram covered in melted red wax more than any human organ. Beelzebub’s demon cock must have been nearly a pace in length and thicker around than Mirela’s wrist. A long pointed barb grew like a needle from Beelzebub’s tip, extending his impossible length even further. Thin yellow fluids glistened in the red light as they dripped down the point of his stinger in volumes great enough to lubricate Beelzebub’s immense prick. The demon’s disgusting genitals grew larger and more stiffly erect as he advanced menacingly upon the beautiful, cowering vampire Queen.

“You will feel my sting,” the Demon Lord promised as he reached down and tugged at his erection with a satisfied groan. Amber liquids sprayed from the needled tip of his penis as Beelzebub jerked himself off like any human male would. The errant drippings sizzled on the stone floor between Mirela and the demon as the Lord of Death approached. “You will feel it pierce deep within you and it is there that I will release my venom. You will be remade once I’ve finished with you, little one. Soon you will become a true Queen of Darkness. Are you not pleased?”

Mirela backed herself toward the entrance of the sanctum only to find the door had closed behind her and morphed into solid rock. Mirela gripped the edges of the doorway and turned around with fear to see testicles the size of globes bouncing up and down while a giant, fully erect prick swung lewdly from side-to-side. The trilling, insane laughter filling the chamber sounded even louder as Beelzebub approached. Mirela cast every defensive spell she knew but understood they would ultimately prove futile and only serve to delay Mirela’s fate. Very soon she would be owned by a new master and she could only guess what sick and perverted acts she must perform to prove her allegiance.

“You are mine now, little vampire.”

xxxxx

Bianca screamed a loud battle cry and threw herself at Şarpe, hoping to divert him long enough for her to retrieve Viteza and put an end to these distractions preventing her from rushing to the aid of her beloved. Just like when Baphomet assaulted Mirela in the hotel, Bianca sensed danger ringing in her eardrums and knew the source of the alarm originated somewhere deep within the hole Mirela descended through earlier. A trap was about to be sprung and Bianca needed to reach her sister before it was too late.

Şarpe possessed no visible weapon and so the reformed demoness and the unrepentant vampire fought hand-to-hand, neither showing an obvious advantage as they brawled. After fighting through Şarpe’s blocks and evasions, Bianca managed one solid blow when her fist connected with the head of the vampire. A punch from her demon-hand would have crumpled a regular man’s face in but the blow barely registered when Bianca struck the vampire. Şarpe responded with his own fist to the side of Bianca’s face, sending her reeling backward as she spat out blood and at least one tooth.

Bianca wiped away the blood running from her nose and mouth and switched tactics, using her demon powers instead to try and ensnare or subdue the vampire. But Şarpe countered every one of her spells with the ease of an experienced warlock facing a child lifting a weapon for the first time. He seemed amused by her frustrated futility.

“I have no natural gift for sorcery like Countess Vivianna or Queen Mirela did,” Şarpe explained. “But after 500 years on this rock you pick up a thing or two.”

The torches nearest to Bianca flared with powerful, licking flames that heated Bianca’s skin as the fire rushed toward her face. She lifted her demon-hand against the conflagration and watched the gathering fire dissipate harmlessly around her. If Bianca hadn’t possessed protections from infernal spells the flare-up likely would have burnt her to a blackened crisp just like those zombies she incinerated earlier. The pungent scent of burning hair made Bianca cough and she realized the tips of her blonde tresses and her eyebrows had crumbled to ash. Loredana grinned through her gag as she rolled about on the floor trying to keep Bianca in view, clearly delighted at watching her sister’s repeated failures.

However, Bianca distracted Şarpe well enough that she found the opening she needed to reach Viteza and strike Şarpe with it just in time before he countered. But as Bianca raced to her sword and almost found its hilt within her grasp, she stumbled forward and nearly collapsed as all the strength instantly drained from her body. It took all Bianca’s balance and sheer will to keep from sprawling onto the floor. Bianca had become so reliant on her increased speed and strength that she was too slow to adjust when those enhancements were suddenly taken away.

Şarpe saved Bianca from falling flat on her face by grasping her forearms and twisting her hands behind her back until Bianca cried out in pain. He pinned Bianca’s wrists behind her and squeezed and twisted them further until she became paralyzed with agony. Şarpe struck like a viper, tilting Bianca’s head to the side and tearing her kerchief away to expose her pale neck. He licked his lips before diving in.

Bianca screamed as Şarpe’s fangs closed around her neck, his teeth chewing through her flesh until they opened an artery. Her body turned cold and her skin goose-pimpled when she heard the first gulp of Şarpe feasting upon her. Grim memories flashed through Bianca’s mind as the agonizing pain in her neck caused her body to fall slack, making herself even more vulnerable to the vampire’s ravenous hunger.

Tied naked to an altar, watching helplessly as grinning dark creatures surrounded her and began pawing at her breasts, thighs, and cunny. Being fed upon, violated, and raped again and again seemingly without end. Being forced to swallow the black corruption spewing from Countess Vivianna’s rotten grave of a cunt and feeling her mind, spirit, and will fading away and even worse realizing it as it happened. Her body being taken, twisted, and used for evil by otherworldly forces.

Bianca had returned to that dread place again, the one she thought she’d escaped for good. She felt hope leaving her body along with her lifeblood, sucked away and consumed by a fiend just as he’d done the first time he touched her.

A powerful, welcoming cloud of euphoria promised Bianca her doom as a stupefying miasma took hold of her mind. Bianca’s knees buckled and then gave way as she sank slowly to the floor with only Şarpe there to hold her up. Şarpe moved down along with her until she sat on her knees in front of him with her legs folded beneath her and her body pressed close to the vampire’s chest. Şarpe loosened his hold upon Bianca’s wrists, his vampire’s kiss weakening her resolve and erasing all noncompliance. Bianca’s hands hung limply at her sides, she couldn’t move them even if she wanted to.

A sickeningly inappropriate arousal permeated Bianca’s compromised disposition, her leggings already growing wet as she leaked cunny juice so thickly she could easily have been soiling herself if she didn’t know better. Her loins burned with such need and conviction that they already convinced Bianca to resist resistance and surrender to Şarpe’s bite.

Just let it happen, Bianca’s traitorous inner voice echoed inside her mind. Let him inside. Your body wants this. Needs this.

Bianca moaned when Şarpe reached around to squeeze her large breast through her shirt while he dined upon her with a series of satisfied, grateful noises in between the loud, gulping swallows of Bianca’s blood. Finally he detached his mouth from Bianca’s bloodied throat for a brief reprieve.

“Sweet and spicy,” Şarpe remarked with a pleased smack of his bloody lips. “The tainted blood of a demoness. You are a delicious creature, Bianca Pierocent, and always have been.”

Şarpe tilted Bianca’s head in the opposite direction and unresistant she allowed him to inspect the side of her neck where twin puncture marks had only just begun to heal.

“Ah, so I’m not the only one whose recently sampled your bodily delights,” Şarpe observed before licking at the scabrous wound. “Mmm, I would recognize the flavor of this bite anywhere. You allowed Mirela to take you in every way, then? I imagine she played long in that cunny which slickens at the very sound of her voice. She is incredible, is she not?”

“Fuck… you…” Bianca managed to croak.

“Very poor choice of words, Bianca,” Şarpe cackled.

Şarpe chomped his twin fangs down on the exact spot Mirela used the night before then clamped his muzzle around Bianca’s neck. Bianca twitched and squirmed uncontrollably as razor-sharp teeth chewed at her throat but this time she experienced no pain, only a gushing flow between her legs that left ruinous stains all over the spandex fabric of her pants. The thick moisture seeped and spread outward through the crotch of her leggings to soak her thighs and backside with warm fluids. Şarpe groped Bianca’s breast even harder as he sucked the life from her, bruising her tit as he crushed the soft flesh between his fingers.

The burning and yearning of Bianca’s cunny was so powerful and distracting that Bianca could think of little else. Certainly not of escape. She hated being reduced to this state again, her body made vulnerable and her mind made slave to the will of another. Bianca could do nothing more than sit there and take Şarpe’s abuse while she watched her sister laying tied up on the floor and looking delirious with excitement at Şarpe’s victory. Loredana’s eyes were wild with green insanity as she witnessed Bianca squirming at Şarpe’s bite and she laughed into her gag over Bianca’s failure to ignore or dismiss the obvious pleasure his feeding gave to her.

Şarpe withdrew from Bianca’s open neck and sniffed her yellow hair as he reached down to tug Bianca’s wet leggings and underwear down past her thighs and reveal the deep, sensual crack of her plump bottom. Bianca felt humiliated being exposed in such a way. Wearing her shirt and boots while her arse and cunny were bared somehow made the sting of shame more painful to endure. Şarpe had no need to remove a single article more of her clothing; everything he could possibly want was already available to him.

“Ah yes, I remember this arse well,” Şarpe reminisced as he reached down to squeeze and caress Bianca’s buttocks before sliding the side of his hand up and down the center of her warm, soaked butt crack. “Your family has always been so gifted in this area. Even your dearly departed mother had fine assets to boast of that she passed on to her daughters. I certainly used them well before I ripped out Lady Pierocent’s throat and gorged myself on her sweet blood.”

“Bastard,” Bianca growled between her clenched teeth as Şarpe’s dancing fingers made her skin tingle. She wanted so badly for him to touch her in even naughtier spaces.

“Mmm, your bottom is so large and sensual,” Şarpe said as he brushed his frighteningly large and erect penis against Bianca’s backside, the fat head of his cock poking her through Şarpe’s trousers. “I relished it every time I rode this sexy arse.”

“Please…” Bianca pleaded as tears dripped down both her cheeks.

“Are you begging me to stop?” Şarpe wondered as he undid the tie to his pants then shoved the trousers down to the floor. “Or are you yearning for me to continue?”

Şarpe felt powerful energy surging through his body as the hybrid human/demon blood coursed hot through his veins. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so alive. His wide, twelve-inch long prick throbbed and hummed with anticipation as he rubbed the rock-hard shaft between the invitingly warm and plush cheeks of Bianca’s buttocks. Şarpe’s cock felt cold to the touch and it made Bianca shiver as the appendage absorbed her body’s stolen heat.

“You may not remember this but I fucked you hundreds of times during your possession,” Şarpe said. “You couldn’t get enough of my giant prick. But was that you or was that the demon who attacked my cock like an addicted fiend? I think it was you, Bianca, and deep down I think you know it as well.”

Şarpe pulled Bianca closer to him so her back pressed flush against his chest and his prick nestled even deeper into the substantial space between her buttocks so that Bianca’s warm, cushy posterior surrounded his prick. Now she could feel the heat of his blood-infused cock pressed against her as Şarpe absorbed Bianca’s heat for his own. Despite her utter revulsion, Bianca’s cunny was hot, aching, and begging to be fucked. Her sticky loins pumped a continuous stream of lubricating fluids in readiness for her taking. Şarpe sought with the head of his prick until his tip located the wettest spot marking Bianca’s vulnerable opening.

“Ah, there you are,” Şarpe declared. “Now let me kiss that succulent neck of yours one more time before we begin.”

“No,” Bianca wept.

Yes, Bianca’s mind told her.

Bianca realized she had lost all control over her own body when of her own accord she tilted her head to the side and eagerly bared her neck for Şarpe’s rapidly closing mouth. What she should do is turn and wring the bastard’s neck then tear off his cock with her bare hands in such a way that it would inflict the worst pain imaginable. But Bianca couldn’t even move the arms she had placidly braced back against Şarpe’s thighs in preparation for what must follow. Her body slackened and relaxed all her fear and tension away as Şarpe’s lips closed around the punctures in her neck once again, his soft and delicate pucker drawing out the precious blood which he used to refill veins that had become depleted from the effort of keeping dead Şarpe alive. Bianca closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure when she felt his sucking mouth draining her once again. She heard a loud squish and felt the release from her cunny as urine and ejaculate gushed out of her unprompted.

Bianca gasped and then moaned deep from the bottom of her throat as Şarpe pushed no more than the wide, bulbous head of his prick inside her cunny. He entered Bianca slowly and gently, his large member massaging the sensitive nerves inside her soft vaginal tissue as Şarpe crept deeper inside Bianca inch by inch. After making half a foot of his prick wet with her, Şarpe withdrew momentarily. His exit tugged Bianca’s unresisting flesh outward and made her moan with despair that he would leave her this way so empty and unfulfilled. Şarpe made her squeal with enjoyment when he suddenly thrust half his stiff, veiny rod back inside her again. The wicked vampire stopped feeding to kiss all over Bianca’s neck, cheek and hair while his hands lovingly caressed the curve of her waist and hips. Şarpe behaved with shocking tenderness and politeness while he violated Bianca completely.

“See how kind and gentle I can be when I so choose?” Şarpe asked Bianca. “I truly want you to enjoy this. We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on, Bianca. You will soon grow accustomed to this.”

Though Şarpe dealt with her gently, his prick was still the largest to ever fuck Bianca, putting even Robert’s long black sabre to shame. Bianca gritted her teeth and grunted with effort as he pulled her back against his cock while thrusting himself forward, this time fitting the majority of his great length within her. Şarpe’s bite had made Bianca so wet that her cunny squished and squelched around him, easing his passage as he stuck his prick deeper inside her.

Bianca’s eyes grew wide when the cold skin of Şarpe’s crotch and thighs pressed against her backside, signalling the complete entry of his massive cock. She suffered a chill and shivered as the vampire stole her warmth along with her soul, her dignity, and her life. Şarpe rested his hand on Bianca’s hip and curled his other hand through her hair, pulling back on her locks brutally as he bottomed out inside her. The vampire kept himself in stasis within Bianca, wanting her cunny to adapt to the feeling of the foot long stick of flesh that overfilled it.

“There we go,” Şarpe sighed. “That’s all of it, Bianca. You can breathe now. You’re being such a good girl. So brave and strong.”

Bianca exhaled the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. She never felt anything so wonderful. Not even making love with Mirela felt so good. Bianca knew objectively that this was only her mind playing tricks on her, the effect of a vampire’s kiss making her into a willing victim. Her body didn’t care. Bianca had a foot of the bastard’s thick meat stuck up inside her cunny and her body loved it. She trembled against Şarpe and moaned like a whore as she wriggled her bottom around his fully submerged cock.

“I know, my dear,” Şarpe said sympathetically while rubbing Bianca’s back with genuine affection. “You’ve probably forgotten how it was like with me. Never fear though, Pierocent cunts have always been the best at taking the entirety of my big prick.”

Şarpe pulled his slimy pink python out of Bianca before viciously slamming the entire cock back inside her, making her scream at the sudden, swift reaming. He cast Bianca forward onto all fours and slapped her meaty behind as he began to truly fuck her. Bianca cringed helplessly as her bottom pushed back unconsciously against Şarpe’s thrusts so that her rippling buttocks would plop loudly against his thighs. She cried out with ecstasy as Şarpe’s giant prick stimulated previously unreachable sensitivities deep within her. Bianca wondered if this was how Mirela felt all those years ago when Şarpe first took her, when her sister’s warped mind thought she had willingly given herself to him and she subsequently lost all faith in herself and in God.

“Do you think she confronts the Demon Lord already?” Şarpe wondered.

Bianca looked back in surprise at the vampire’s knowledge and moaned pitifully at him.

“Oh yes Bianca, I know all about her little plan to confront Beelzebub,” Şarpe said with unconcealed delight. “In fact, you should get back up here so we can speak more intimately.”

Şarpe sat back and pulled Bianca into his seat in an orientation where he could grasp her wonderfully full breasts, drink more succor from her bloodied neck and whisper evil directly into her ear. His dripping wet prick was positioned just outside her cunny where his wandering cock head teased at her clitoris.

“Do you want to know a secret, Bianca?” Şarpe asked.

Bianca whimpered as Şarpe leaned down to suckle nourishment from her neck while he opened up her body in more ways than one, his long, hard prick slowly and methodically working in and out of her aching cunny. Bianca cursed herself for wishing Şarpe would fuck her hard with that thick monster of his but she didn’t dare ask for it. The fiend would probably make Bianca beg for it first.

“It was a dilemma unlike any in all my long existence. My dearest Queen returning to slay me, destroy our empire, and banish the demonic source of the Vampyr’s power. And my precious Mirela: so powerful that I have no earthly way of opposing her. Even if I did possess strength enough to challenge her, how could I ever harm my true love? She wants nothing more than to see me staked through the heart but all I want is her. What to do, what to do?

Long ago, Countess Vivianna took me aside and told me what to do in case of an emergency that threatened the very existence of our vampiric race. There is more than one entrance to the lair beneath this mountain, you know. There is one that even Mirela remained ignorant of, a path known only by Vivianna and I that bypasses the seals Vivianna created. Last night I took this path and communed with Beelzebub himself. The Great Lord and I reached a bargain.”

Şarpe massaged both Bianca’s breasts while fucking her using only the last couple inches of his cock. He kept most of his thick python fully submerged in her wet depths as he prodded the entrance to her cervix using the head of his prick. Bianca’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head from the sheer pleasure of it.

“When Beelzebub granted me leave to tap directly into his infernal power, I figured at first that it was to counter Mirela’s enchantments. Now I realize it was you the Demon Lord intended me to oppose. The Great Lord foresaw your coming. In exchange for this gift of power and the means to save myself and the rest of my brethren, Beelzebub only wanted one thing… her.

I’m afraid Mirela won’t be the same after Beelzebub is through with her. I will certainly miss Mirela’s free will and her independent spirit but I think this will be better for her. Beelzebub will break Mirela utterly. Destroy her, even. Then Mirela will be remade, refashioned into something more terrible and evil than this world has ever seen before. The future of the Vampyr race, a true Queen of Darkness.

But instead of ruling above me, now Mirela will command at my side as an equal. A King of Darkness and his consort. Beelzebub promised Mirela’s soul would be bound to mine, her love for me slave like in its utter devotion. All Mirela’s great powers will soon be at my employ.”

“Mirela,” Bianca wept hopelessly as she stared at the broken passage leading to her sister’s doom. Bianca sat all the way down on Şarpe’s prick and rotated her hips and pelvis to work the bulbous head and wide, firm shaft around deep within her. She had already orgasmed wetly a couple times but feared another soaked climax would soon be arriving. “No…”

“But what to do with you?” Şarpe wondered aloud as Bianca took over all the work of riding his prick. Şarpe loved the view from behind as Bianca used the grip of her hands on his thighs to aid her in sliding her slimy, loosened cunny up and down his hung pole. “I had forgotten the comforts and thrills of your delicious body. Murdering you would be a silly waste. Instead, I wonder how Mirela will react when she ascends from her ordeal to find that I’ve drained all the blood from her precious Bianca and then forced her sister to drink the transfiguring corruption from Loredana’s neck? Would you let yourself be turned in order to be with Mirela forever?”

Loredana stared wildly at Bianca and nodded her head in vigorous agreement with Şarpe’s evil plot. They’d lost most of their family members this night after all and had need to rapidly replenish the depleted population of their cabals. She couldn’t think of anyone to start with who would be better than her only living sister. Loredana creamed through her nightgown and puddled the stone floor beneath her when she imagined herself in total control of Bianca with all those delightful curves and wet openings available for Loredana to use whenever she willed it.

“How joyful will Mirela be to discover her Bianca is joined with her for eternity?” Şarpe wondered. “Will she laugh and embrace me for delivering her beloved sister to immortality? Will she kneel before me to kiss and suck my prick in gratitude? Will she squeal and finally admit she loves me when I take her for the first time as husband and wife?”

Bianca cringed but breathed more frantically as she fucked Şarpe harder and harder, using the leverage of her hands digging into his thighs to lift herself off his prick then drive the staff back inside her at a rapid pace. Şarpe used a hand on Bianca’s lower back to help guide her swift up and down movements while her juicy cunny sucked and swallowed his prick noisily. He found tremendous satisfaction from Bianca’s fat arse flattening against him each time she slid all the way down his pole. Even with her slimy pink tunnel expanded by his girth, the hot and wet inner flesh made Şarpe groan as it clung tightly to the long cylindrical shape of his cock. Bianca moaned just as loudly in response and never even realized she was doing it.

“Mirela shall become my blushing bride though her veil and wedding dress will be made from material of the deepest black of course,” Şarpe declared. “She has become too stained to ever wear white again. I shall be the new Count Turenau and Counts needs Countesses, do they not? Three brides, I think. Who better to join themselves to me for eternity than the sisters who have tormented me throughout my existence? Each of you three vex and intrigue me in such unique and disparate ways. Yes, there will even be a place for you Loredana. I will set you above Bianca in this new hierarchy. This sorry wench must serve my cock and all your cunnys before we ever allow her to feed.”

Loredana’s body seized and convulsed as the nymphomaniac vampire scoured her wrists and ankles in her desperate attempts to escape from her bonds so she could touch herself as she climaxed. She was ejaculating so hard that Bianca could hear her cunny squishing and squelching until a shallow puddle had formed beneath her that left one side of her nightgown entirely stained.

“So enjoy your last good fuck as a human!” Şarpe shouted with a barking laugh as he slapped Bianca’s raw red bottom with a hard smack then buried his entire foot of length to the hilt inside her. He was so large Bianca felt like she was being split in two. Bianca’s mouth hung open in a soundless scream as drool dripped down her chin.

“It won’t be long now until I’ve drained you and then forced you to drink from Loredana until your heart becomes filled with her transforming corruption. You will be the first of our new order, Bianca. Once again I will have made your family mine for the rest of eternity!”

xxxxx

Mirela laid on the black stone floor with her arm stretched out toward the winged monstrosity looming above her. The magical field holding the infernal creature back was rapidly weakening as Beelzebub beat his clawed fist against the barrier. The demon had decimated her every defense so far and once this shield failed there would be nothing left to stop him.

Yellow continued to drip like acid from the needle-pointed stinger between Beelzebub’s legs. He smiled evilly down at Mirela with his many rows of teeth knowing his prize would soon be gained. Mirela knew once the demon stung deep inside her and injected its poison she would never be the same. She saw now the tangled plot concocted by the Demon Lord and Eduard Şarpe that Vivianna had correctly deciphered the weaving of.

And she sent me through the seal knowing this would be my fate, Mirela realized. After I made her come too, the bitch!

Poor, stupid Eduard probably believed he would hold the leash to her collar but Mirela understood the real truth that it would be Beelzebub controlling her every thought and action. She would become his living avatar in this realm, the embodiment of his endless evil and ambition. Nicolae Turenau had been intelligent enough to bargain with the Fallen Lord without disturbing his long slumber. But now that Mirela had awakened the demon to this world the ancient evil would surely take a more active role in earthly events.

Mirela would become the first of a new race of vampires, ones that possessed an even greater demonic influence. Once stung, Mirela would be twisted and corrupted into a grotesque facade of her former beauty. She would become the loveliest creature in existence right up until the moment she prepared to feed when a monstrous true form similar to Beelzebub’s own would reveal itself. Instead of consuming blood Mirela would feast on the very souls of her victims, turning them into mindless drones controlled by Mirela as a proxy for Beelzebub. Using Mirela, Beelzebub would create an army of soulless, brainless slaves to do their bidding.

Mirela’s dead womb would be revived and altered to make it capable of conceiving and bearing Beelzebub’s unholy brood. The Demon Lord would make Mirela’s belly swell near to bursting until countless horrors spilled out of her.

Pitiful Şarpe had no clue of the monster that would emerge from the depths of Sidexes to greet him. He had been fooled just as surely as Mirela had. Mirela would rule the above world more cruelly than ever before once she put her pet Eduard back in his place. Despite her lofty title and crown, the Dark Queen would forever and always return here below. She would crawl like an insect back to Beelzebub and freely offer herself so she might receive the sweet sting of her Master deep inside again and again.

Beelzebub’s hand, so similar in characteristic to Bianca’s disfigured limb, pushed through a weakness he detected in Mirela’s barrier. The Demon Lord bellowed with pain as his armored demon skin smoked and singed before snatching his hand back from the scintillating surface of the shield. Beelzebub laughed and licked his blackened hand with a disgustingly long tongue while he strode confidently outside Mirela’s shield. Mirela’s eyes were inevitably drawn to the impossible size of the appendage growing between Beelzebub’s legs and the wicked, glistening tip of the demon’s genitalia.

“Enough games,” Beelzebub trilled in his awful buzzing voice. “Your resistance, while admirable, only inspires in me the desire to hurt you and play with you for longer before I release your mind and soul to oblivion and replace them with my own creations.”

The Demon Lord summoned all his strength and battered Mirela’s shield with both his clenched fists. Mirela covered herself and retreated as the barrier shattered around her and Beelzebub emerged through the broken magical haze. Beelzebub’s huge, horrible mouth protruded further and further outward until it formed a bloodsucking insect’s proboscis. When the demon opened his mouth wide Mirela saw row after row of sharpened fangs stretching circularly and deep into Beelzebub’s throat.

Mirela knew that once Beelzebub got that sucker around her he would suck away everything. Her thoughts and memories, her dreams and desires, all would be stolen from her. All that she had ever been would be absorbed by the Demon Lord then he would sting her with his venom and allow its poison to remake her. Despite her paralyzing fear, Mirela remained sharp enough to appreciate the poetic justice of a murderous vampire like her being fed upon.

Mirela crawled backwards into a wall as Beelzebub cornered her. She had no great spell, no summoning, no hidden reserve of strength to draw upon as the demon closed the distance between them. Mirela was defeated and she knew it.

Mirela screamed with fright as the proboscis snapped forward to cover her mouth while thin tendrils that used to be the demon’s lips wrapped themselves tightly around the back of her head. That very first row of sharp teeth dug firmly into her skin as the sucker painfully attached itself to Mirela’s lips. Mirela tried ripping the mouth away but Beelzebub pinned her arms down to the floor and crouched atop her. The ancient infernal rubbed his massive genitals against the front of her body, letting Mirela get a feel for what would soon be entering her cunny then lancing through her internal organs until the tip of the needle pierced Mirela’s black heart. Mirela wept as she looked into Beelzebub’s compound eyes and saw her own terrified face reflected back at her a thousandfold.

Then the Demon Lord began sucking.

xxxxx

Bianca grunted with exertion as she very slowly lowered her cunny hole back down all twelve inches of Şarpe’s stiffened snake. Her entire lower body felt soaked with accumulated leakage and her escaping fluids made hissing and squishing noises as a massive intruding prick forced the seepage back up into her body. Bianca figured Şarpe would enjoy the excruciatingly sluggish entry and sure enough the vampire groaned loudly as Bianca’s womb swallowed him whole at a measured and methodical pace. Bianca had almost grown used to his size. Almost.

Bianca wished she could regain control, wished her body hadn’t betrayed her. Sometimes Bianca almost summoned the strength and resolve to halt this willing rape of her body but whenever she came close to acting, Şarpe would “kiss” her neck again and Bianca’s mounting resistance would seep from her just as surely as her lifeblood did. Every time his fangs latched onto her throat, Bianca’s spasming cunny would gush around Şarpe’s cock in an intense climax that left her shaking and weakened. The bastard must have made her come a dozen times by now. Slowly but surely he drained the life from her until eventually she would become depleted enough that Loredana’s corrupt blood could take its place in the veins and arteries leading straight to Bianca’s heart.

So this is to be my fate, Bianca thought grimly. A terrible excuse for a life as an evil, undead whore who will exist only to serve the perverted desires of Şarpe, Loredana, and from the sound of it a new, darker Mirela as well. I will only ever know the thrill of release from subjugation when mistreating my victims using even worse cruelty than I had received. A mockery of life then, with nothing left for me except the desire to satisfy my own lust for blood and sex.

No. She and Mirela fought too hard and suffered too traumatically or it to end this way. Bianca couldn’t stop fucking Şarpe, not so long as he kept biting her with enough frequency to keep her placid and accepting of her fate. But Bianca wondered whether there was a loophole, a way to feed her body’s yearning to be fucked and fed upon while still behaving independently.

Bianca’s eyes darted across the floor where she noticed a strange reflection glimmering in the candlelight. Her breath caught when she perceived the gleaming shine of gemstones embedded into the hilt of the witching knife which now poked out of a crack between two cobblestones. While vampires were impervious to all weapons not fashioned of silver, this knife was a powerful blade that had been magically imbued. So intent on the domination of his adversary, Şarpe hadn’t noticed the weapon though Loredana’s perceptive green eyes followed Bianca’s wandering gaze to where the blade of the knife landed perfectly in the gap between two stones. Loredana screamed into her gag and thrashed against her bonds trying to draw Şarpe’s attention.

“Enough of your squealing,” Şarpe admonished Loredana. “You’ll have your turn with her once I’m through.”

Loredana tried rolling closer but the snares binding her prevented such movement. Emboldened by this sudden, unexpected advantage and operating with the knowledge that her body wouldn’t dare detach itself from the end of Şarpe’s prick for long, Bianca positioned herself forward on her hands and knees in the most provocative, submissive image she could portray. Şarpe took a moment to admire the dripping gape of Bianca’s drenched, swollen cunny from this superior vantage before refilling that large black hole. Bianca closed her eyes and sighed with fulfillment as this altered angle allowed Şarpe’s cock to slip even deeper inside her. Bianca purred with you pleasure and pushed her bottom back against Şarpe’s thrusts, wriggling her soft buns against him every time he bottomed out near her cervix.

“Ah, have you finally come to accept your fate then?” Şarpe asked boastfully with a well-timed slap across Bianca’s right buttock that left her cheek angry-red and stinging. “Your sisters and I will make such a wonderful whore out of you, Bianca. Fuck, the way you clench your cunny around me when I’m deep inside feels wondrous! You are well on your way already.”

Bianca surprised Şarpe by launching herself backward so she laid atop him with her back pressed against his chiseled pectorals and abdomen. When her leggings proved too great an obstacle to continue, Bianca ripped them apart and cast them aside in an act of wanton passion which delighted Şarpe. With her panties bunched around the top of boots, Bianca placed her hands on the floor to either side of her and used this leverage to drive her hips and pelvis down onto Şarpe’s thick prick. Bianca bounced hard against his erection as it pierced her deep within.

Şarpe gripped Bianca by the jutting bones of her wide hips as he helped guide her up and down the substantial length of his cock. He groaned at the sensational feeling of her wet cunny slipping and sliding up and down his prick from a new angle. Bianca’s cunny had become so loose that Şarpe’s every thrust easily sank all twelve of his inches inside her though her vaginal walls still held tightly enough around the uncircumcised skin of his cock that they tugged and pulled delectably at his highly sensitized genitals. In this position Bianca’s neck was right next to Şarpe’s mouth and he just couldn’t help himself.

“You want this, don’t you?” Şarpe asked with amusement as he licked the puncture wounds on the side of Bianca’s neck and dipped the tip of his tongue inside those openings.

“Yes Master, I want it,” Bianca answered breathlessly. “I need it. Please kiss me there again.”

Şarpe chuckled at Bianca’s sudden eagerness. This blonde slut wouldn’t be the first female to have her mind warped and broken by Şarpe sucking and fucking her at the same time. Bianca’s entire body convulsed most pleasurably against Şarpe as he chewed and suckled upon her wounded neck. He held her upper arms fast and his pelvis made loud thrusting and smacking noises as he slammed his cock hard up into Bianca’s sore cunny. The bite precipitated multiple gushing orgasms that ran their course through Bianca’s squirming body as she soaked Şarpe’s already wettened prick. Bianca’s heaving breaths and her frantic bouncing atop Şarpe’s prick began to slow as she came down from her climaxes.

Annoyed that Bianca had somehow assumed the more dominant position, Şarpe rolled her over and laid her flat on her stomach as he fucked her again with hard, fast thrusts from behind that made Bianca cry out with every fresh penetration. Away from Şarpe’s view, Bianca grinned mischievously as this new orientation brought her nearer to the hidden knife. Before Şarpe could hold her down and really go at it, Bianca used her strong, flexible body to roll back over with Şarpe still embedded a foot deep inside her. Bianca jumped up only long enough for the accumulated flood of bloody ejaculate that had been plugged up inside her by Şarpe’s enormous prick to drain torrentially from her before turning around and dropping her aching cunny back down onto Şarpe’s upthrust cock.

Enraged that any woman besides his beloved Mirela would dare to mount him in such a fashion, Şarpe sat up and threw Bianca to the floor before fucking her as hard as he’d done to any woman. Red blood lust showed in Şarpe’s eyes as he drooled a frothy red mixture of blood and saliva onto Bianca’s face. He growled like a beast while staring down at his prey and soon enough his sharp teeth were at her throat again. Bianca cried out then made gurgling noises as her orgasming cunny tensed and clenched around Şarpe’s prick in uncontrollable spasming paroxysms.

Bianca dared a glance toward the tantalizing gleam of the knife’s blade while Şarpe preoccupied himself with fucking her, his false display of gentility long forgotten as he rammed every inch of his giant prick inside her as hard and fast as possible. Bianca could endure it though, could even enjoy her reaming if that’s what it took. She lifted up her legs and spread them wide enough that her boots pointed in opposite directions as she worked her hips and pelvis against Şarpe’s heaves and thrusts to receive every entry as deeply as possible. Their pubic bones bumped together aggressively as they slammed their genitals into each other.

I’m so close, Bianca thought desperately. So close but not quite there. One more repositioning should suffice.

“Where have you been these last four centuries?” Şarpe wondered with amazement. “You just can’t get enough! You’re an amazing fuck, my sweet Bianca.”

“Master, will you please stick your fat prick up my arse?” Bianca asked in the sultriest, most submissive voice the proud woman could muster while staring meekly into Şarpe’s blood-red eyes. “I… I need to know what it feels like to be sodomized by your giant cock while you kiss my neck.”

“Ah, so you like getting it up the arse?” Şarpe asked in a mocking tone.

“Oh yes, Master,” Bianca gasped as she really did think Şarpe’s prick pushed into her cervix. “I love sticking large things inside my filthy bottom then fucking myself with them.”

“So dirty,” Şarpe remarked with amusement. “Deep down you’re a kinky slut, Bianca Pierocent, and I think you’ve always known it. My kind of woman. Keeping you alive will be one of the greatest decisions I ever make.”

Bianca gasped at the sudden emptiness in her battered, bloodied vaginal cavity once Şarpe withdrew. He pushed up on the back of Bianca’s legs as if to plunge his entire cock inside her rear with one swift thrust but she stopped him with a gentle hand upon his chest.

“Take me from behind, Master,” Bianca huffed with breathless passion, her begging filled with genuine arousal. “I want you to watch my tight, sexy arsehole as you violate it with your huge prick. Stretch me open and ruin me, Eduard. Will you come in my arse, Master? I want to feel you squishing in between my buns.”

“I don’t know what game you are playing,” Şarpe said as he grabbed Bianca’s hair and roughly pulled her up to her knees before turning her around and bending her over yet again. “But I like it!”

Şarpe smacked Bianca on her rear again before pushing his thumb right through an anus that had become soggy and lubricated from her own cunny juice. He wriggled his largest digit around the inside her arsehole with no regard for Bianca’s comfort and groaned at how hot and steamy her rectum felt inside.

“Stick it in me!” Bianca begged in a lust-fueled craze. “Stretch my bowels open and fill them with your big, beautiful prick!”

“You are going to fit in perfectly here, Bianca. Just like I’m going to fit in perfectly there.”

With the experience of a woman accustomed to sodomy, Bianca relaxed the tension in her body and pushed her bowels outward when she felt the head of Şarpe’s prick grazing her backdoor. She gritted her teeth from the pain as Şarpe slowly squeezed the fat, bulbous tip of his cock inside her puckered anus. He worked the first couple inches of his prick back and forth through the inner recesses of her anal cavity until Bianca’s cherry-red, gaped-open arsehole became used to his unorthodox size. Şarpe stared fascinated for a moment at how the rim of Bianca’s pliant anus stretched so widely apart to accommodate the thick girth of his penis.

True to his word, Şarpe leaned forward to drink greedily from Bianca’s throat again, making her face pale and her eyelids darken as he drew more plasma from her body. Bianca’s sphincter relaxed and unclenched in reaction to Şarpe’s bite and Bianca howled as he shoved a foot of thick, solid meat up her rectum. Her eyes popped wide open as every nerve in her body came alive and the kiss on her neck transformed all her pain into pleasure.

Şarpe kept his entire manhood plugged into the depths of Bianca’s bowels as he fed from her. Bianca whimpered and twitched uncontrollably from the spasming of her anus as the tight, clinging surround of her sphincter clenched open and close around Şarpe’s firm dagger of a penis. She screamed as urine and ejaculate sprayed unbidden from her cunny with enough pressure and distance to splash across Loredana’s face as Şarpe’s bite sent Bianca’s body into overdrive. Bianca’s nympho sister loved bathing in it of course. A repeated thrust up Bianca’s rear end caused a second smaller burst to gush noisily from Bianca as her squeezed-out fluids squished and splattered below her.

Şarpe drank his fill for now and made Bianca expel an uncharacteristically high-pitched squeak as he dragged his cock back out of her arse in a carefully measured pace. After he slowly and painfully slid his thick python back inside Bianca, Şarpe began sawing most of the length of his penis back and forth inside her. His immense length and girth stimulated the sensitive tissues deep inside Bianca’s rectum. Şarpe laughed with glee as he held Bianca’s wide hips in a tight, possessive grip and used his dirtied prick to stretch and exercise her loosening bowels.

Şarpe wasn’t the only gleeful soul in this crypt. The gleam of the witching knife shone directly before Bianca where it set at an angle in the loose crack of the stone floor. Bianca had become weak and lightheaded both from blood loss and from orgasms numbering in double-digits but her mind still felt clear. She slyly stretched her body forward and reached her hand out. Loredana shouted into her gag trying to draw Şarpe’s attention but his efforts were entirely focused on buttfucking Bianca into oblivion.

Bianca waited until she heard the groan of Şarpe fully penetrating her arse then she seized the knife and slashed it through the area directly behind her. The magical blade sliced through Şarpe’s crotch at the base of his penis and Bianca rocked forward as she sensed a severing. Şarpe’s hands instantly left her hips and spinning around she slashed the point of the knife across his throat. The screaming, squealing noises Şarpe made as he clutched the lump where his penis used to be were made even more pathetic and disgusting due to his ruined vocal cords.

“You bitch!” Şarpe screamed through his torn throat. “You fucking bitch! You cunt! I’ll kill you! You’re fucking dead!”

Bianca jumped up immediately, her body weak but her mind suddenly alert. Apparently whatever sexual enchantment Şarpe’s fangs and cock cast upon her dispelled immediately after Şarpe’s penis separated from his body. Speaking of, Bianca could still feel his detached prick stuck up her arse. The rod was still as long, thick, and hard as when it was attached to Şarpe’s groin.

Bianca didn’t want to think too long or hard about the fluids she felt being pumped into her rectum by the spasming amputated member. She squatted down, relaxed and pushed with her sphincter and bowels until with a loud, rude noise and a gush of blood the broken, bloodied penis slid out of her arse and plopped to the floor with a sickening wet sound. The angry-red rim of her anus gaped open wide enough to show the pink tissue inside her bowels but that fissure started to close as Bianca stood back up tall and proud. The squish Bianca felt beneath her boot when she stomped down hard on the severed prick was most satisfying.

Knowing there was no time to waste, Bianca snatched Viteza from the weapons rack and returned to where Şarpe sat on his knees bleeding from below while he used both hands to hold the remains of his throat together. The vampire ranted and raved the same phrase over and over in his ragged, wheezing voice, “That bitch. That fucking bitch.”

While Bianca had violently disposed of Şarpe’s masculinity and dealt him a deathly blow, he remained a dangerous and hard to kill opponent so she had to keep ready. When Şarpe lunged at her out of hatred and desperation, Bianca lopped off first his right arm with a slice of separating flesh and blood before taking apart his left. His legs below the knee were both the next limbs to go.

Bianca expected to find far more blood pooling beneath Şarpe’s quadriplegic body but apparently these bastards don’t bleed normally. She looked down into Şarpe’s sharp, piercing blue eyes which had begun to fill pure red with blood. Bianca saw a comforting emotion showing through the pure hatred of that furious gaze. Fear. Terror at the realization of one’s own weakness and mortality. All the emotions Şarpe typically inspired in his victims belonged to the predator now.

“You’ve bested me,” Şarpe rasped with a gush of blood that spilled from his throat to his chest. “I congratulate you.”

“You fell for the oldest trick in the history of woman, you fool,” Bianca spat.

Bianca’s cunny and arse ached terribly from the ravaging Şarpe gave her but she took comfort in knowing the pain he experienced was incomparably worse. It also pleased her that she’d climaxed at least a dozen times getting fucked by his big cock while he never once had the opportunity to spend inside her.

“Please,” Şarpe begged raggedly. “Before you finish me, allow me to live long enough to look upon my love Mirela. One last time…”

“She is not for your eyes, you snake,” Bianca viciously retorted as she raised her sword high in the air.

Bianca had to hack several times with her gleaming blade before she cut through the thick cords of muscle comprising Şarpe’s neck. His blood sprayed across Bianca’s face as she separated the vampire’s head from his shoulders and spared the world any further suffering at the hands of this monster.

“And so nothing of value was lost,” Bianca said pithily as she threw her bloodstained blonde hair back over her shoulder and strutted away from the elder vampire’s dismembered corpse.

Bianca left Loredana screaming and crying on the floor as her sister fought uselessly against her invisible bonds. She would deal with that one later. Bianca grabbed a torch from one of the nearby braziers and used its light to guide her as she rushed down into the deepest darkness she’d ever infiltrated wearing only her shirt, boots, and underwear.

The widening and narrowing tunnel seemed to stretch on for miles but every time Bianca stepped through one of the open metal seals she felt nearer to her goal. Ghostly figures lined the passageway and watched Bianca as she passed by. She thought she even recognized some of them. Bianca was out of breath and exhausted from the exertion and trauma of this night but she dared not slow her pace. She discarded her torch once an eerie red light began to fill the cavern and she followed the illumination to its source until she reached a solid rock wall. Not to be deterred, Bianca beat upon the stone until her fist was bloodied but finally her hand broke through and Bianca emerged into an unholy sanctum that had demonic runes similar to those covering Bianca’s chest scrawled over every wall and column.

A huge, disgusting creature who could only by Beelzebub himself crouched atop Mirela. Bianca’s sister laid totally vulnerable and unmoving on the floor as the demon attached his weird mouth to Mirela’s and began sucking on her with disgusting noises. Beelzebub ran his clawed hand through Mirela’s long dark hair possessively as her eyes rolled back in her head and she began to drool. Bianca truly hoped Mirela was unaware of what was happening to her but she feared her sister perceived everything. Beelzebub pulled Mirela’s dress up to her chest and Bianca became filled with rage when she saw the giant barbed stinger the Demon Lord intended to rape Bianca’s sister with. The Lord of Death positioned his needle just outside Mirela’s cunny ready to pierce her mind, body, and soul.

Despite the compound eye structure lending the demon a 360-degree view of his environment l, Beelzebub was so intent on his royal prize that the Demon Lord never even saw it coming when Bianca snuck up behind him and buried her sword in his back. Beelzebub’s mouth detached from Mirela’s and expelled a booming roar of hurt and surprise as his arm swung instinctively behind him. The demon’s fist caught Bianca across the chest and sent her flying backward twenty feet before she landed with a crash. Bianca groaned with pain as she rose unsteadily to her feet using the point of Viteza against the floor to help prop her up. She’d definitely cracked some ribs but the rest of Bianca’s vitals seemed intact. Bianca spat out a globule of blood and lifted her sword toward the demon in a challenging gesture.

Beelzebub roared with a deafening buzz and stomped his clawed foot down hard enough to crack the black stone beneath him as a sword made from pure flame flared to life in his left hand. He leered at this upstart demoness who foolishly dared to challenge his might.

“So the Dark Queen’s sister decided to join us,” Beelzebub said in a voice so horrid it made Bianca want to cover her ears. “Quite a pair the two of you make. The demoness and the vampire. Zazzazzural’s captive strength that you draw from was immense but still no match for mine. Your infernal power shall not prevail and thus you will pay dearly for your cowardly attack.”

Despite his heavy bulk, Beelzebub moved quickly across the sanctum with quaking footsteps. The demon carved his fiery sword into Bianca’s path and she barely lifted her blade in time to parry his attack. Intense heat rushed over Bianca’s hand when their swords met but fortunately her demon hand was impervious to incineration. The strength of the blow knocked Bianca’s arm back and she rolled forward just in time to narrowly avoid the arc of Beelzebub’s next swing. She wouldn’t be as lucky the next time.

“Mirela!” Bianca screamed as she defended herself with everything she had left, which wasn’t much. “Now is the time! Throw everything you have at him!”

“You shall feel my sting as well,” Beelzebub decided as his fiery sword tested at Bianca’s defenses searching for a weakness to exploit. “Once I’ve finished playing with you, of course. I believe you shall be dealt with the same as you treated my dread servant Şarpe. What use have I for your arms or legs when I can simply grow pincers and arachnoid legs from your stumps after you’ve felt my sting enough times?”

Mirela watched helplessly as Bianca and Beelzebub circled the sanctum in a furious battle neither had given an inch in. She could tell from Bianca’s weary stances and halfhearted attacks that her sister’s strength and fortitude were weakening. Bianca told Mirela to throw everything at Beelzebub but Mirela already gave everything she had earlier and the sum of all her knowledge and abilities still wasn’t enough. Mirela returned a portion of Bianca’s infernal energies hoping to keep her sister alive for longer but Mirela realized now that her borrowed magic was next to useless against this immensely powerful demon.

Mirela had nothing else left in her. Every spell, every enchantment, every charm of protection she knew had already been cast. She could only pray at this point, pray for a miracle that no higher power would ever answer. Mirela realized she had been selfish in pursuing this goal. She acted only out of hatred. Mirela wanted nothing more than revenge against her fellow vampires. She operated solely on the desire to commit genocide against her own race and destroy everything she’d built.

But as Mirela watched Bianca bravely fighting a Lord of Death and attempting to save an unworthy soul like Mirela’s, she realized she had something else left to fight for other than revenge. Mirela lifted herself up and leaned back against the wall as she felt her spirit become full with Bianca’s pure, shining love. The love Mirela shared for her in turn encompassed her entire being until Mirela’s soul felt lifted.

Despite society’s judgments, Mirela’s love for Bianca was the only pure thing that remained of her. Her sister’s beautiful voice echoed in Mirela’s mind: We must keep holding onto that one good thing.

Mirela felt something open within her, not just in her mind or body but in her very soul. When she perceived the nature of this light filling her, Mirela almost rejected the gift. She was stunned and outraged by the magnitude of her subtle manipulation by unseen forces. Mirela had endured the worst forms of torture and torment for centuries, all to bring her to this moment in time. To this hour when the light shone most brightly in the dark and the only mortal capable of simultaneously wielding both infernal and celestial energies faced the Lord of Death in his place of power.

Mirela hadn’t even noticed that she was knelt forward with her hands folded in prayer. The energy building inside her continued to surge as she became overwhelmed by the brightest white light springing from within. Mirela smiled with wonder and lifted her arms up to the ceiling as heavenly power filled her being and she became surrounded by a amber-white aura.

“No!” Beelzebub bellowed as he turned to face Mirela. “That way has been closed to your kind! You are impure! Tainted! Unworthy!”

“Your kind is certainly corrupted,” Mirela granted the Demon Lord as she rose to her feet shakily. “Incapable of any love or empathy. But thanks to Bianca I’ve found the goodness still left in me. When I look at my beautiful sister and feel her love for me I know it for true. Your evil influence will not touch her life or mine ever again.”

Blinding light emanating from the heart of Mirela filled the vast sanctum, overcoming the darkness at the edges of the chamber and obliterating the red miasma of this environment as the Demon Lord became bathed in holy power. Beelzebub covered his eyes and shied away from the source of the white light as it seared his skin and made him scream in agony.

“Since I cannot destroy you, I hereby banish you back to the Hell from whence you came,” Mirela said resolutely. “Your wickedness shall trouble this world no longer.”

Beelzebub bellowed and roared in protest at Mirela but couldn’t fight back against this potent mixture of supernatural energies. He kept shrinking into himself and away from the light that slowly surrounded him. The Demon Lord screamed in pain loud enough to rattle the cavern walls as Mirela advanced upon him so the white energy now encompassed him entirely. A powerful vibrating hum shook the interior of the sanctum as Beelzebub disappeared into the blinding light. Once the bright vision and deafening sound ceased to be there was no trace of the demon remaining.

After the light winked out and plunged the sanctum into darkness except for the angry red cracks in the floor, Mirela tottered back and forth like she was about to pass out. Bianca rushed to catch her before she fell. The outsides of Mirela’s lips were gashed and bloodied where Beelzebub’s sharpened teeth had attached his horrid mouth to hers but that made no difference to Bianca who happily kissed her sister all over her face and lips while they embraced with relief and gratitude.

“I knew you could do it!” Bianca shouted as she wept with joy. “I just knew it! I knew you were not beyond redemption!”

“It was you, Bianca,” Mirela said to her sister earnestly as she took Bianca’s hands in hers. “You’re the reason I’ve never fallen. Without you I would have been lost forever.”

“Are you alright?” Bianca asked as she examined her sister for injuries and fussed over her bloody lips.

“I’m exhausted is what I am,” Mirela replied. “And you?”

Bruises, scrapes, punctures, cracked ribs, and more internal injuries plagued Mirela’s sister. Most humans would have collapsed from the pain and weariness by now but even without tapping into her reservoir of demonic strength, Bianca found the will to go on.

“I’ve been worse, believe me.”

A powerful earthquake shook the environs of the sanctum, knocking the sisters over and sending rubble hurtling down to the floor. The vibrations caused one of the columns to crumble and crash to the ground with a plume of choking dust. Bianca heard the weight of the ceiling groaning in protest as one of its supports failed. The red cracks in the floor hissed sulfuric fumes and widened considerably to show angry magma bubbling and churning below the surface. Some of these cracks were now large enough that they could only be leapt over.

“The power of Sidexes is broken,” Mirela said as she looked up at the disintegrating ceiling above them. “Beelzebub’s fell spirit has been restored to Hell where I hope it is suffering mightily at the hands of his rivals. We must be away before the enchantments binding this structure fail completely.”

Weary from head to toe but not lacking perseverance, Bianca and Mirela clasped their hands tightly together and pushed through their fatigue as they dashed back through the passage to the surface. The increasing frequency of the earth-shattering rumbles only hurried their steps as they feared the next collapse might trap them in the cavern for the rest of time. Finally they emerged through the broken wall into the crypt of Sidexes. Enough of an evil streak remained in Mirela that she laughed uproariously at the sight of Şarpe’s lifeless, limbless, headless body with his severed, crushed penis lying in a pool of blood next to him.

“Loredana?” Bianca called out for her sister as she walked into the crypt behind Mirela. “Loredana! Oh no…”

Bianca’s heart sank when she glimpsed the empty spot on the floor where she left her sister bound. Bianca wondered when exactly it was that her spell failed. In the far corner of the crypt they found their gorgeous younger sister standing with her head buried in her hands while she wept uncontrollably. Even with red-rimmed, teary eyes and snorting loud, sniffling sobs Loredana still looked ravishing.

“Loredana,” Mirela said cautiously as she slowly approached her sister. “Love, it’s all over now. Everyone residing in Sidexes is dead. Your cabal has been destroyed and the castle is crumbling to dust. Sister, it’s not too late for you. You can still come into the light. You’re our sibling and we love you. I know you don’t want to live this way any more. We can help you, Loredana.”

Loredana ceased her weeping while she listened to Mirela and looked at her sister through the gaps between Loredana’s fingers, her beautiful green eyes showing luminously in the candlelight. Loredana lowered her hands and sniffled again as she considered Mirela’s words and contemplated in silence for a moment.

“You bitch!” Loredana suddenly growled as she lunged for her sister. “You fucking whore! You’ve taken everything from me!”

Loredana’s vampiric strength made her long fingernails into talons that she slashed across Mirela’s body. Her claws scored a deep gash across Mirela’s cheek and tore a large chunk of flesh from her sister’s shoulder. Loredana’s hand grabbed at Mirela’s breast and ripped the bulge outward to tear her sister’s chest open. Mirela’s blood gushed freely from her fresh wounds.

“Stop, Loredana!” Mirela begged. “You’re my sister and I love you! None of this was your fault! You’ve been twisted just like I was!”

“I hate you!” Loredana shrieked as her voice morphed into a deep, inhuman growl nothing like her normally melodious speech. “Killing you won’t be enough! I’ll tear you apart and feast on your still-beating heart! I’ll make your precious Bianca watch as I consume you from your toes up to your pretty brown eyes.”

“I will not fight you, sister,” Mirela vowed even as Loredana dug her fingernails into Mirela’s stomach and rent her open to leave deep, bloody claw marks behind. “Even if you kill me, I won’t fight back.”

“Then you are even stupider than I thought,” Loredana snarled with seething fury. She tore deeper into Mirela’s body while her sister refused any opposition, her attacks leaving slash marks and puncture wounds all along Mirela’s arms and torso.

Mirela backed against a wall and weakly lifted her arms in defense against the onslaught of her sister’s assault.

So the last blood to be spilled this cursed night will be among family, Mirela thought sadly. Fitting that I should be the one killed when I wished so long for Loredana’s death. But I just can’t find it in my heart to hate her any longer.

Certain she was about to die her final death, Mirela’s eyes widened with alarm when Loredana’s body suddenly slumped forward and her head separated from her shoulders with a splash of blood that splattered across Mirela’s ruined dress.

Mirela caught Loredana’s headless body as it collapsed atop her and now she saw Bianca standing before her with her sword outstretched after dealing Loredana a fatal blow. Bianca dropped her sword to the stone with a loud clang and fell to her knees, her body heaving as she wept uncontrollably and buried her head in her hands. Mirela dropped Loredana’s torso to the floor and wouldn’t dare to look for where that pretty red hair or those beautiful green eyes had rolled off to. Mirela sat on her knees and embraced Bianca tightly, covering her blonde sibling in the blood of both Bianca’s sisters.

“Now we both have the blood of family on our hands,” Bianca lamented as she wiped her tears against her forearm.

“I’m so very sorry,” Mirela replied sadly as she kissed the platinum hair on Bianca’s scalp. “We’ve become so degraded from the way this evil forces us to betray all we hold dear. But Bianca, you mustn’t hate yourself for what you’ve done. Loredana proved herself irredeemable.”

Another earth-shaking rumble heralded the end of Sidexes as walls and ceilings began to collapse above them with the newest wing of the castle the first to dissolve. The ceiling of the crypt groaned beneath the weight of a great evil’s dissolution.

“We must go before we are literally buried in this crypt,” Mirela suggested.

Bianca nodded with a final sniff and a pitiful sob before retrieving her sword and taking Mirela’s hand to hurriedly lead her upstairs. Mirela was so weak she could barely walk but Bianca would carry her if need be. When they arrived at the main hall nearest to the castle entrance, Bianca took the opportunity to assess her sister’s injuries more closely. She perceived in horrifying detail now the damage that had been done to her sweetheart. Besides the deep gashes on Mirela’s face and arms, one of her breasts had nearly been torn clean away and only a thin stretch of skin kept Mirela’s organs from spilling out of her stomach. Mirela’s entire dress had become soaked through with blood by this point and the fabric itself was in tatters. Bianca couldn’t imagine the pain her sister was enduring but Mirela betrayed no sign of anguish.

“Oh Mellie, you’re hurt badly,” Bianca said with dismay as she struggled to hold back tears. She had to keep strong for Mirela.

“It doesn’t matter any more,” Mirela said dismissively.

“You can’t survive like that,” Bianca protested as she tugged the collar of her shirt aside to bare the pale skin of her neck.

After viewing Bianca’s bloodied, wounded neck Mirela realized now all the pain and torment her sister endured in order to rescue her. Mirela shouldn’t be surprised by this point after the countless times Bianca had proved herself but she her heart still couldn’t help melting at the depths of Bianca’s love.

“Have me,” Bianca insisted. “Quickly now, before the walls cave in on us.”

Mirela was profoundly disgusted by how willingly Bianca offered herself up for abuse now in order to sustain Mirela’s unholy existence. Mostly she felt disgusted with herself for everything she’d done to manipulate her sister into participating in this exact scenario.

“No,” Mirela said with a vehement shake of her head. “I will not. Never again.”

“But Mellie-,” Bianca started.

“I can’t live like this any more!” Mirela cried with tears of blood running down her cheeks. “Hurting humans, feeding off them… When I murdered Rachael, something broke inside me. To cut short someone’s thread when they were so young and innocent and full of life… I couldn’t bear to do that to anyone ever again, especially not to the woman whom I love more than life itself. I’m just so weary, Bianca. So very weary…”

“If you’re tired then I will carry you,” Bianca insisted. “And once we have found a place of safety, then you will feed. After all this time apart, I’m not letting go of you that easily.”

“Bianca,” Mirela said as she grabbed Bianca’s muscled biceps and pulled her close. “As hard as I might try to control myself, eventually the blood lust will overwhelm me and woe to any human who is nearby when that happens. I can’t do this any more. Listen to me closely, dear Bianca. You must return to the hangar where Roland promised me he would wait for you. He will fly you to Zurich. Go to the bank at this address and give them the account number printed here.”

Mirela reached into the pocket of her dress and handed a bloodstained business card to Bianca.

“The account has been set up in your name,” Mirela continued. “Show this card and use the name Mirela Turenau. The Bank Manager Mr. Lockhain will see to your arrangements personally. In my safety deposit box you will find passports, personal identification, investment holdings, and enough money for you to live in luxury for what I hope is a long and happy life.”

“Why are you telling me all this, Mellie?” Bianca wondered concernedly. “Won’t you be with me?”

“If however you decide to follow a different path, read the files that are kept in the red folder inside that deposit box,” Mirela pressed on. “Those documents list everything I know about the members,leadership, rituals, and territories of every single vampire cabal in the world. Beelzebub’s power has been banished from this plane, eliminating the vampires’ ability to create any more of their kind. However, they still must feed for survival and will continue to hunt and kill humans unless they are stopped. I won’t begrudge you for whichever path you choose to take.”

“You speak as if you aren’t coming with me,” Bianca said worriedly. “I know nothing of this world, Mellie. I need you there to help me.”

“You are the strongest and most capable woman I’ve ever known,” Mirela disagreed as she grasped Bianca by the sides of her face and looked at her intently. “You will be just fine.”

“But where will you be?” Bianca asked imploringly.

“I need you to help me outside,” Mirela told her sister. “I want to see the sun, Bianca. It’s been… so very long since I last saw a sunrise.”

“Mellie, no!” Bianca shouted as her eyes became blinded by tears.

“It has to be this way,” Mirela insisted with a shake of her head. “I can’t spend the rest of eternity trapped in this twisted, corrupted, dead body. I’m begging you please, Bianca. If you truly love me, you have to let me go.”

Another earthquake shook the very mountains that surrounded Sidexes and sent more dust and stone tumbling down. For the first time Mirela and Bianca had to move to avoid being injured by the falling rubble.

“We must hurry before the castle’s foundation fails,” Mirela said urgently. “There is no time to argue or else we’ll both be dead.”

Bianca wiped her tears away and grumbled incessantly but still held her arm snugly around her sister’s shoulder as she helped Mirela retreat from the dying castle. The point of Viteza hung down from Bianca’s belt to scrape along the cobblestone floor during their leavetaking. It was as if the vampire-slaying sword wished to mar the surface of this evil place one last time. The sisters saw no others fleeing the accumulating wreckage of the black fortress during their departure. They had killed every single person inside.

Once they reached the dead trees of the courtyard between the castle and the black fences of the front gate, Bianca turned to face her sister and lover. Blue light shone over the mountain range in the east, the break of day mere moments away. Their breath misted in the chilly autumn air this high up in the mountain. Bianca looked over Mirela as if she were trying to memorize her every feature.

“As long as I can remember, I’ve been in love with you,” Bianca admitted as her tears washed away the blood and grime staining her cheeks. “You’ve always been my Mellie.”

Bianca broke down again and sobbed into her dusty, sword-blistered palms. Her heartbreak was so devastating she couldn’t even stand to look at Mirela or hold her.

“I fell in love with you the very first time I saw you,” Mirela said as she recalled the moment of Bianca’s birth. “For too long I didn’t understand what that love meant until eventually it grew and transformed into this special relationship that I’ve cherished more than anything else in my sorry life.”

Bianca looked up at Mirela, her lips quivering as she blinked rapidly to squeeze the salt water from her eyes. Bianca’s fierceness and toughness that had vanished during her few moments of vulnerability now returned. Mirela prayed this change would not be permanent, that Bianca could find the strength and will to feel her emotions instead of guarding against them.

“There is one last thing remaining,” Mirela said as she waved her arms with strange, finger-twisting gestures.

Bianca experienced a profound severing within her but the sensation resembled the amputation of a diseased, corrupt limb more than any true loss. A loud screaming in her mind slowly faded to nothing as the infernal soul inhabiting her was returned to its realm. Bianca stared down at her demon hand with openmouthed wonder as long dark fingernails peeled and fell from her fingertips of their own accord. The scaly, ridged skin flaked away piece by piece to reveal perfect pink flesh underneath.

“It’s done,” Mirela said wearily, her body tottering unsteadily as she exerted the very last of her reserves of strength to perform this final exorcism. “You’re whole again without any demonic influence remaining. Have a care though. Your speed and strength are no longer enhanced beyond human limits. You must grow used to your diminishment lest you become overconfident in your abilities.”

Bianca used her newly healed hand to clasp Mirela’s fingers in hers.

“Thank you, Mirela,” she said quietly. “For being my sister. My lover. My everything.”

“A piece of your soul was ripped away during the ritual that first summoned the demon,” Mirela made sure to add as she looked to the horizon and saw their time together was shortening rapidly. “I’m afraid that missing part of yourself may never fully heal.”

“Why do you think I need you so badly?” Bianca asked. “You complete every part of me that is missing. What will I do without you?”

The quivering lips and dripping tears on the face of the strongest woman Mirela had ever known broke Mirela’s heart in two. How could someone love her so fully and so unconditionally after the terrible things she’d done? Mirela didn’t deserve this wondrous thing, this absolute gift of heaven that shone beautifully before her in the dawning light.

Both women looked over at the golden light breaking through the horizon as the sun climbed above the peak of the tallest mountain in this range. The encroaching rays of sunlight passed over the wooded valley below Sidexes and slowly but surely crested the path up to the courtyard they stood in. Mirela stared with amazement at the beautiful sight that spelled her doom. The sky was totally clear except for the sinking moon and some fading stars. Birds sang their beautiful calls to greet the new day. It was the most glorious morning Mirela had ever seen.

“Where I’m going isn’t a very nice place,” Mirela told her sister. “There will be no sunlight or bright mornings there, nothing like the beauty of this Earth as terrible as it is. But if I have to go, I’m at least taking one nice thing with me to remember.”

Mirela enveloped her sister in a tight hug as she leaned in close to steal a passionate, soaring kiss. Figuring she wouldn’t have another opportunity, Mirela reached down to grab one last handful of Bianca’s luscious behind. For a moment at least they could ignore the shimmering waves of ultraviolet radiation bearing down upon them.

“It’s not fair,” Bianca sobbed as she broke away from their kiss. “To have you taken from me again after all the time we were apart. And that first separation after spending so many years denying ourselves time we could have spent together.”

“I know,” Mirela sadly agreed. “I should have admitted my feelings for you long ago. Maybe we could have avoided all the evil and death I’ve caused if I hadn’t been such a coward.”

“I don’t believe for one second that you’re as damned as you say,” Bianca said with a ln insistent growl. “I know what I saw below Sidexes when you faced down a Demon Lord and defeated the greatest evil existing on this earth. What I saw was not of the dark, it was made of the purest, brightest white light. It didn’t just come from you, Mirela. It was you.”

Mirela gasped with fear when she experienced the warmth of reflected sunlight heating her cool skin. So very close now. The blinding glare creeping over the mountains was inescapable now, as inevitable as destiny. Mirela held her sister close while she waited for death.

“I’ve done such terrible things,” Mirela wept against Bianca’s shoulder. “Such terrible, awful things.”

“That wasn’t you, Mellie,” Bianca echoed Mirela’s own words from the past. “I know that wasn’t you. You haven’t been yourself.”

Mirela cried out in excruciating pain as the full might of the sun burst over the mountaintops and cast its deadly glow over the Dark Queen of the Vampyr. Bianca’s own skin became heated from the radiance as she smelled the revolting stench of burning hair and flesh. She kept her eyes shut tightly, unable to watch Mirela’s horrible, unbearable death.

“It burns, Bianca!” Mirela screamed in agony. “God, how it burns!”

“I’ll never let go, Mellie!” Bianca promised. “Keep holding me tight! Never let go of me!”

Bianca cried as she listened to Mirela’s suffering demise, her sister’s shrieks of agony and torture reverberating right next to Bianca’s ear. She embraced Mirela so tightly until finally the screaming stopped and Bianca realized the only person she was hugging was herself. Bianca opened her eyes in confusion to find nothing clutched to chest except for Mirela’s empty dress. Of her sister, no sign remained other than an ashy film covering the material of the tattered, bloodstained dress. Even through the pungent stench of burnt skin Bianca could still detect Mirela’s wonderful scent lingering. Bianca fell to her knees holding the dress to herself as she wept without end.

“Mirela!” Bianca howled at the dawn with burning rage and terrible sorrow. “Mirela!”

Bianca gazed with tear-filled eyes at the blood-red sky and beheld a miraculous vision. It was either some echoing manifestation of Bianca’s vanquished demonism allowing her sight into the unknown or else a comforting delusion created by her mind to stave off hysteria. Bianca looked up to see Mirela’s spirit floating into the air, straight towards the very same sun that disintegrated her earthly being. Mirela looked as beautiful as ever but now she was pure and uncorrupted, her eyes no longer dark and haunted by all she’d seen and done.

Mirela stared upward with open mouthed wonder as she ascended to the heavens. Bianca saw Mirela’s mouth close before her lips curled into the widest, most genuine grin she’d ever witnessed from her sister. Then Mirela was gone, disappeared into the light. Even through the worst forms of corruption and degradation a person could experience, Mirela still kept the faith and even now she reaped her heavenly reward at the end of a long, tumultuous life of suffering.

Whether real or not, Bianca found comfort in this vision as she wiped her tears away and assessed for the first time in her life without Mirela in it what her next step should be. A calamitous noise turned Bianca’s head and she ceased deliberating for a moment so she could view the final destruction of Sidexes. The foundations of the castle split apart and the ugly spiked tower in the northeast corner was the first major structure to collapse, the rubble spilling hundreds of feet over the side of the cliff. This first topple led to a cascade as the stony walls collapsed inward on themselves with a clamor that echoed through every surrounding peak and valley.

Dust and ruin floated down the summit of the mountain as the dying body of Castle Sidexes heaved its last sigh. One of the more minor spiked spires had wedged between two mounds of rubble and extended straight into the air in a stubborn refusal to adhere to the pull of gravity but otherwise the black gates and all the evil walls and interiors of the castle had fallen.

In the light of day Bianca didn’t find this place fearful at all. She took one last long look at the smoking ruins of the evil that consumed her family then Bianca lifted her silver sword over her shoulder and took the first step of a long journey down the mountain.

Epilogue

Nearly four-hundred years ago to the day, four sisters climbed the very same ascent she now walked down. In a rickety carriage along a broken, twisted path they journeyed to the place where all four of their fates were sealed. Some of those sisters fell to evil, never to rise again. Others fought and suffered for ages until they achieved true redemption. Through all their tribulations, only one sister remained standing to witness and remember. She walked in deepest sorrow away from the wreckage and ruin of all she’d ever known into the cruelty and hostility of a new world that she understood far better than she assumed. She left bones, ash, blood, and death in her wake as she hiked down into a once-dark valley awash with sunlight now that the dread foreboding of a black castle’s shadow no longer obscured the supremacy of the light above. The redeemed woman breathed in the mountain air as she listened to the woodland sounds of nature around her. It was going to be a beautiful day.

Of the four sisters stalked by death, only one remained and she walked her path alone.

THE END

While this concludes my tale, fear not for Bianca and Mirela’s stories are not quite finished yet. Redeemers is only the middle part of a planned trilogy. Look for Bianca to return next year in Huntress of the Fallen.

Happy Halloween, everyone!