User blog:GoldenDiva/Armistice sylum: Taken Vampire

It is dawn, the first rays of the sun appearing a little everywhere, albeit most people and animal are asleep. The reader just got up and had her little bathroom time with her supply and yawns in front of her cave. Just as she finishes packing her things for the next trip, a twin to thin rays of blighted lights focus on the town not far from here. Sighting, she takes her things and makes haste to the newly visible pages of the blighted 'Tome'.

Upon getting in the entrance, she is intercepted by a group of 5 bandits, seeking her currency. Before any of them could draw out their weapons however, she had already her Dao Baguas out and severed their life force, forcing them to knee over a path of purple line, connecting them as she stroke them in the non-vital spots, the silver, more than enough to eat their power away. She bound them to each other before dragging them to the town. In it, she brought them to the detention center, where the 5 robbers would be subject to the appropriate punishment. After getting thanks from the guards, the reader was set on collecting page #5 and #6.

As usual, when she picked then up, they shifted to the 'Tome' to take their places inside the book. Afterward, the symbols. Taking a room in a inn, she had set her custom table with an empty kettle and the book.

Just like before, a feeling of dread swelled the room, however, the reader was somewhat used to it, knowing exactly what she was about to take in...

''You are Vampire. Mistress of the night. Noble lady among the high-end creature. Your elegance is matched only by your thirst for the blood of others. They show feel honored to quench your thirst.''

You have been t̤̞̥̪͌̐͗a̟̝͎̮͇̺̒̃̉ͬk̝̽͋ͭ͗ͨ̃e̺̪̹͍̝̮͎n̝̱͂͑ͦ͒͛

''Cease your unending display of nobility. They have seen you as a refined one. None will ever doubt your superior origins.''

''Why do you pamper yourself so far from everyone? What makes you urge to show yourself so much?''

''I see, you have been among the highest raking monarchs of the old time. Others felt their blood compelling them to serve you as thralls, elevating yourself above the other noble monsters. But, at this present time, the Demon Lord has cast out your nobility. Taken it for herself and forced you to seek out the opposite gender. She has ordered you to choose among the potential suitors that lied before you to be your other half and to serve him with blind devotion while killing your blood thirst for a worse reclamation of his part''

Y͙͕̩̣̣̘̠̟͎o̱̠͉u̖̯̫̰̼̻̗̜ ͓̬̦n̤̳e̪͇̩̣ḙ̗̞̞͎͎d̤͇̼̙͉̮̺̘ ͍͙ṭ͎̫o͓̖̗̱̠̪ ͉̟̘̥̳̹̼̞r̺̼̞ḙ̮̘g̳͍a̤͚̞̗̙̞͇̝i̭̙̫͇n͔͍͉ ̰̫͈͓ͅy̲͍̹̭̤̟͈̤̖o̘̞u̻̳̙̭̱͚ͅr̗̗ ̬̘͍̪̲̺̬o̞̦̟̙͉͇̹l͎̪͉d̹̘͇͎̭̟͙͈ ͕͍͙̹̯̤̭t̠̦̭̩h̭̮͕͉̮͈̗͚i̪̰ͅr͉̮̞̮̜̖̺s̮̩̮̹̮̼t͙͇̦̬

''There is a blade for your hands. It is shaped as[YOUR BLOOD IS MINE]''

Take...the...blade.....Consume...them.....Manipulate...them...like...puppet...

U̦̟̿S̯͚̠̼͐͊́ͩͦͯE̟͔̲̱̦͑ͫͭͣͧ.̖̥͍ͯ͊͆̔.̥̳̼̮̃ͤͬ̽̆ͦͥ͑.̣̳̫̦͇͂̀̋Y̫̺̻̥̳̹̜̅̅̔O͉̞̓͒̽̒ͬͤͬ̈Ȕ̟̠̝͙̾̽ͬ͗̓ͥͫ̚R̘̲͇͚͉̺͂̆͛ͮ̏̔̈ͣͣ.͇̖̩ͪ.̥̱͔͇̫̮ͨ̒̀͊̈.̖͈͎̯̥̙͍͉̪̾͐̆́̆N̖̼͍̻̹̲͐̐̍̓̈̚E̘̭̺̬ͨ̈́̾͆̈́̊̔ͣW̻̪̱̦̰̑̓͗ͪ̒.͕̙͙̌̀ͪ̆̇̌̄̈́̊.̗̹̫̝̰ͤ̋̐̉ͦ̎̚.̮͚̪͔͎͓̟̦ͩ̇̅̆́̚F̺̺̫̘͉̹͌̿ͦͭ̉ͮͭͪO̲͖̫͍͐̓̋R͍̯̦̻̺͔͉̆ͨͫM̫̣̝͒̄̚.͕̤̣̳̰̗̳̙͑̏̇ͩ͑͆ͦ͆.̘͍̩̠̝͚̲̣̒̌̆̓ͪ̽.͙͕͍̖ͨ͛̆

The reading woman took her breath for a few minutes before gazing at the image, on which she knew it was going to be a repulsive horror fabricated from the past, it's deviant purpose to ruin and decay.

As she set her eyes on the right page, it was exactly like the others: twisted! Her robe, once garnished with elegant motives, now lacked anything, save the ragged bearings of an old time, stained by blood and the corruptive umbra. Her collar was jagged behind her head, with sharp teeth-like extremities that made it seem like the costume was alive. Her nails were now triple their length and stained with blood magi, constantly swelling with crimson pentagrams. Her face and hair had lost their luster, replaced by a beastial lust for more and more blood. Her eyes, the deepest red among the fluorescent color the taken were forced on. Whatever she look like before, it was much better than this abomination that had been brought here, in a time where despair was supposed to die along the old wars. Yet, the madman that had twisted a vampire to look like her ancestors obviously had a deep grudge. What could have pushed him to bring such weapons of lamentation and fear in this world? Why was he doing any of that?......