Pureblooded Lamentations

Pureblooded Lamentations

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Castlevania games and I’m not making any money here either. I am merely writing this tale for fun.

Summary: Blood drips from his brutal mouth as he gazes up at the full moon. He orders the accursed castle to open her hellish gates once more. It is time to start the game anew. Who will have the nerve to come and slay the naughty master of the castle? Incest, Language, MM, OC, Violence, WIP

Prologue

Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair
I can taste thy scent by candlelight
Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair
Appease the beast on splattered sheets
Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps

--Cradle of Filth

A long howling filled the eerie forest as a cold wind startled the green leaves on the twisted and warped trees. The breeze smelled of dead things as it ruffled his midnight locks, making him blink his amethyst eyes.

The silver light of the full moon could not be seen where he was sitting, but he could feel her soft glow. A warm fire burned before him and he smiled when he heard a shrill scream suddenly silenced by hungry maws.

He loved playing in the forest which housed the Castle of Eternal Night. The beloved of the imposing and enchanted structure never left its gleaming, hellish halls. The beloved was far too busy playing games with brash young warriors. Teasing and tormenting the men of faith made the beloved happy. The games the beloved played were far more twisted than the branches above his head.

Let the beloved play his little games with the pathetic mortals. They who had souls and could be seen in the mirror and walk under the golden rays of the heavenly sun. His sensual lips twitched downwards and the fire before his moth white face instantly died. There wasn’t even smoke.

He sat in the comforting darkness, listening to the frightening music of the forest. The wind moaned and the same howl filled the chilly air once more. It sounded like the wolfman wanted to play chase again. Well, he wasn’t in the mood.

He rose like a silent shadow to his booted feet. Black and violet silk whispered and hissed, billowing about his slender frame. His shape began to shimmer and change, morphing into a creature of air. He flew up through the branches, taking to the night sky on graceful wings, heading for the marble halls he loved. The howl from below was low and mournful. He would have to make it up to wolfy next time. He would bring him a dead man’s leg or arm.

The large forest was below him and the castle before. He loved being able to fly and feel the wind under his wings. Mother moon was bright and she looked always like a flawless silver jewel.

He landed on silent feet, upon the open wooden drawbridge. He walked across it, telling the multitude of bats over his head to go and gossip elsewhere. He loved them dearly, but it irked him when hundreds of voices were chirping at him all at once.

He knew his way about the castle with relative ease. All the demons and monsters within knew and adored him. They called him the Beloved of the Beloved of Eternal Night.

The marble halls were endless and their titanic pillars looked as though they held up the night sky over his head. Torches burned with flames the color of his eyes and all the statues seemed to follow his every step with their gemstone eyes.

Upon entering the main hall, he found the beloved seated upon his grand throne. The vampire was old, powerful, and very handsome.

He bowed before the master of the castle, waiting to be told to rise. The beloved had, at one time, kept him bowing for five days. The vampire had done it, just to see how long he could do it for. It had been another of his games.

“Did you grow so bored with the forest, Vesper?” The beloved asked, sounding very amused. “You haunt the trees like the dead haunt my bookshelves. Ah, I’ve not read a good book in so long.”

Vesper kept bowing, looking down at the colorful rug. The detail was magnificent. He focused on a single design and began to study it. He was prepared to trance out and float amongst the colorful stars in his own reality.

“Come to me,” the vampire commanded.

He slowly lifted his eyes and walked with a straight back towards his master. The beloved was smiling, showing just how long and deadly his fangs were. He noticed a lifeless body beside the throne. One of the man’s arms was missing, his throat torn out, and there was a gaping hole in his chest. So, that’s what he had smelled. The mortal had made a mess. He hated that.

He knelt down between the vampire’s muscular thighs and the beloved leaned over, kissing him on the lips. He closed his eyes, allowing the master to have his way.

The beloved explored his mouth, licking his fangs with his skilled tongue. He moaned when the master filled his mouth with his own blood. It was colder than ice water and sweeter than the scent of roses.

“Are you mine?” The Beloved of Eternal Night asked. Blood dripped from his brutal lips.

“Yes, Walter,” Vesper said, licking his crimson lips. “I am yours, Father.”

The vampire grinned with a mouthful of white and perfect fangs. “Come to my bed?”

Vesper allowed silk to fall away from his pale, smooth throat. “Do you have to ask?”

The beloved chuckled and it was rich and deep. It sparkled like moonlight on snow behind his eyes.

“You do not know what it means to be human,” Walter said, pulling him up into his powerful arms. “You have never walked under the light of the sun.”

Vesper closed his beautiful eyes once more. The beloved smelled of power, fresh blood, and death. He loved being held in these eternal arms. “Do you?” He caught himself asking without thinking. So, he quickly continued. “Did you?” He had never asked before.

The beloved was silent for a very long time, but he didn’t let him go. He continued holding the smaller vampire. His blazing eyes were lost in centuries of thought.

“Father?” Vesper finally asked, planting a kiss on his throat. “Have I hurt you?”

The beloved suddenly held him at arms length, looking into his eyes. Vesper loved to admire the beloved’s eyes. They were like the night sky. They were the darkness between all the stars.

“Unlike endless years,” the vampire finally said. “You continue to intrigue me.”

Vesper felt confused.

“You are pureborn,” Walter said. “You are indeed a creature beloved by Eternal Night.”

Violet eyes lowered.

“It took me countless centuries,” the vampire said, becoming silent once more.

“Father…”

“Go,” Walter said, releasing him. “Go to my chamber and wait for me. I have a new game to start.”

Vesper wanted to ask more, but knew better than to pursue. He didn’t want his beloved angry with him.

“Yes, Beloved,” he said, bowing low, before walking by the throne to the large wooden doors behind it.

“And don’t get your cloak caught in the door again this time,” Walter snickered rather wickedly. “Perhaps you shouldn’t wear yards and yards of all that silk.”

Vesper felt himself pout. “Yes, Father.”

“Is that a pout I hear?”

He shook his head. “No,” he deadpanned. He slowly turned around, looking at the back of the golden throne. “Do you not find me beautiful wearing it?”

“Hmm,” the beloved purred like a dangerous feline. “Perhaps I should have you walk around the castle naked from now on.”

Vesper leaned back against the door, when the beloved suddenly appeared right before him. His figure was tall, imposing, and majestic. His shadow darkened the entire hall. The candlelight burned low.

“Do I frighten you, my fanged butterfly?” He asked. The hand stroking his bone white cheek was the hand of hell itself. Long black talons, perpetually stained with blood, teased his throat.

Vesper held those wicked eyes, gently placing his own hand upon the hellish one, feeling the terror it could inflict. “Do you want me to be?”

The beloved grinned, looming over, licking Vesper’s petal soft lips with a devil red tongue. “Go and undress.”

Vesper smiled, stepping backwards through the door as if it were made of water. In a hiss of long flowing silk, he was gone.

~*~

“Hmm,” Walter said, rubbing his chin. “That’s new.”

His mind was instantly filled with lust for the glacial beauty and he could feel it growing in his pants. He had made the perfect lover, the perfect companion to share eternity. One who didn’t mope and groan about missing family or that stupid ball of fire in the blue sky.

Vesper had killed his vampire mother. He had clawed his way out of her womb, killing her terribly. The horned and scaly babe had sucked her dry of everything.

Walter had watched with amazed eyes. The baby had hissed and clawed at the large pile of dust, rolling around in it. His golden horns had vanished and his shiny scales had melted away into smooth white flesh. A little vampire baby had looked upon him with the most beautiful eyes in all of Hell.

Vesper was his only son. All the other vampire females had been unable to bear his children, so he had killed them all in a blind rage. It had taken him centuries to get it right, and then lose the one female who had finally given him what he had wanted. Oh, it was maddening, but at least he had been successful.

Vesper was his treasure. He was his moon.

His cloak flapped behind him. It was time to start the game again. He needed someone suffering within his halls.

“Hmm, Sara,” he grinned, sniffing the air. “Tag, you’re it.”

His laughter filled the castle as Eternal Night howled.

TBC…