I walked into the room where Master Enrique was sitting behind a desk looking at something with a thoughtful look. I stood in front of the desk, waiting for him to address me. I was utterly naked besides for the black blood that slithered and dripped from my skin.

"Been having fun have you my pet?" Master Enrique asked finally looking up from whatever he was looking at, his now constant red eyes looking me over with a hunger that wasn't just for my body.

I smiled at him showing my sharp fangs that couldn't receded anymore, not when they're in so much use all the time. "Yep, but they're no fun anymore, too weak and die too easy." I pouted at him walking around the desk to him. I pushed his chair away from the desk and straddled his lap so that we were face to face. "And they don't taste very nice. Not as nice as those fairies you get sometimes, Master."

I hung my arms over his broad shoulders and pressed my bloody breasts against his chest rubbing myself against him in silent need. I licked up along his corded neck and nibbled the skin over his vein smelling his delicious blood beneath it, but Master was too noble to lower himself and give a pathetic slave like me his godly blood. I was nothing, only a pet fed disgusting morsels only when he felt like it, only at his whim.

"You're getting blood all over me pet." Master Enrique reprimanded lightly though I know he wasn't really bothered by it much because he wasn't wearing one of his finer set of clothing like he usually does.

I hummed in his ear as I nibbled at it. "But you're utterly ravishing covered in blood Master." I moaned to him delighting in the feel of the blood coating my body sticking to him keeping us together.

"I prefer to bathe in human blood dear pet, so why don't we wash this dirty Orc blood off and go look for a much nicer, tastier blood?" Master Enrique asked as his large hands wrapped around my rump pulling me down against his hardening length that was only stopped by the pants he was wearing. His nails dug into the skin of my backside making me moan and nip at his ear lobe from the pain.

"Ohh, yes please Master." I breathed wantonly my fingers going into his short hair and scratching against his scalp.

"Sadly there's no humans in this realm but those pesky fairies will be enough for our fun until we're done eradicating them." Master Enrique commented as he stood up fluidly and I moaned at the sign of his strength when I was lifted up with him so easily. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged him close while grinding my sex over his bulging pants knowing that it was causing him pleasure. I didn't care about my own pleasure or that the act of bedding this god made something inside me curl up and die each time he took me. I only cared about him. What he was feeling and if I was doing a good enough job pleasing him is all I needed to worry about. I needed to, because he made me this way.

He carried me into his bedroom that was attached to the room I found him in and went into the adjoining bathroom. With a wave of my hand towards the bath made of black stone embedded into the ground, it was filled up with steaming water in a matter of seconds.

Master Enrique moaned in my ear at the sight of my ability to control the dark mana with such ease. I used it whenever I could because I knew it pleased him to see how strong I am. "It still amazed me how easy you can control mana my pet." He breathed in my ear and I purred in pleasure as he licked the blood from my neck when I tilted it back to allow for better access.

Clothes and all, he stepped into the bath with me still wrapped around him. "So where will we go Master?" I asked murring at the warmth of the bath water swirling around us becoming quickly stained by the blood that started to flake off me. I stopped running my fingers through his hair and started pulling off his shirt eagerly wanting to pleasure him.

He sat down with me on his lap and allowed his shirt to be removed. I leant forward and kissed his firm chest that was skin tight over smooth muscles that made any human who saw him, think that he was what a god should look like. Only if they knew he was nearly as bad as the devil himself, the feared and wondrous Master of the lower realms that were filled with demons and creatures only after death and blood. I can't wait to meet such kindred creatures.

My hands dipped under the water and I raised myself up onto my knees to make it easier to remove the obtruding pants. Once they were off and away, floating in the water, I grinned naughtily at Master Enrique as I wrapped my hands around his hard length.

His red eyes stared into my own, a lazy smile pulling his lips up as I worked my hands up and down. Disgust made bile sizzle the back of my throat and I didn't understand why. Why is touching Master Enrique such a horrid task for me when I've devoted my life to him for over four hundred years? Why did I want to die each time he placed his penis inside me when I've been doing it since he turned me? Why do silver eyes haunt me whenever his lips touch my skin? I've never seen such compelling and stunning eyes before... I don't understand.

I gritted my teeth together in pain but forced my face to show pleasure and moan because that's what Master wants to hear as his claws slid into my waist infusing my blood with the dirty bath water. I placed my hands onto his shoulders as he positioned me over him and with a sharp tug he was inside me. I tipped my head back so that he wouldn't be able to see the pain I couldn't hide from my face at his intrusion and forced a stuttered moan out so that he wouldn't question it.

It hurt. Every time he entered me, it made me feel sick and disgusted in myself as I allowed myself to be used by him, but that's how he trained me. I was an obedient pet that knows nothing other than my Master's pleasure and the thrill of killing and being covered in blood. Only my Master mattered.

I thanked whatever deity was listening as he finished quickly with only minor claw marks he made into my back.

He liked making me bleed while he beds me, either with a whip, his claws or just any object that was close at hand. He said my blood was unusually tasty, almost as good as a human's, so he likes seeing it even if sometimes I pass out from the amount I lose during a session, he doesn't even stop either once I was no longer conscious. But he was my Master and he can do as he wants with me. I have to obey.

I breathed a mental sigh of relief when I was lifted off of him and only wincing a bit at the pain, but my back quickly healed and everything was okay again.

"Get ready, pet. We're heading to one of the fairy camps to have some fun." Master Enrique grinned as he got out of the bath and I dried him off with barely a conscious thought.

I yipped in glee and jumped out of the bath, the water in the bath and on me disappearing because I told it too. The excitement of having fairy blood over powered the sick feeling of what just happened with a little too much ease.

As we walked into Master's room dark mana curled around my body leaving in its wake my clothes that came from my bedroom, which was right beside Master Enrique's. It was a new trick I learnt while in the Orcs camp the past few weeks, along with a few other things I never knew before.

I quickly gathered Master Enrique's clothes and helped him dress. "I have a present for you, pet." Master Enrique told me as he fixed his sleeves.

I felt myself brighten even more. "A present? For me? Oh what is it?" I asked gleefully dancing around him in excitement. It was very rare, Master giving me a gift. The last time I was given a young fairy girl who I had played with till she no longer had any blood in her. I sighed at the delicious memories and thoughtfully wished that fairies had more blood inside them to play with and drink.

Master Enrique chuckled lowly as he walked over to a trunk beside his wardrobe and opened it. I inched closer in curiosity but stopped when he turned around holding something in his hands that was covered with a black cloth that looked silky smooth. The object under the cloth was long, almost half my height long and my curiosity only grew at the feeling of dark mana that lurked around it.

"This is Qoy indelat (Blood drinker)." Master Enrique explained holding up the object. "It's an artefact that needs to drink blood frequently. Give it blood and it will give you it's power."

I stared at the object with wide eyes. "But... why are you giving it to me Master?"

Enrique frowned and I immediately cowered slightly by taking a step back and lowering my head. I cursed myself silently for making Master frown and waited for the hit to come for displeasing him.

"I cannot use it because it does not recognise me as a compatible wielder, though I have no idea why." Enrique drawled though I knew he was frustrated with the object. I let out a light breath and raised my head because I knew he wasn't going to hit me now... well, I can't be so sure about that but I raised my head anyway, knowing that he'll hit me anyway if he felt like it.

"And what if I'm not compatible?" I asked cautiously.

Master Enrique shrugged. "We won't be having our fun and you'll be sent to the cell for three days."

My heart froze in my chest and I let out a low whine of fear. I hated the cell and to be stuck in there for three days will be worse than anything I've ever been through, okay, maybe not anything but it'll be at the top of the list for sure. I've grown accustomed to having blood every day and now I needed it or I'd go insane, literally. My mind completely stops and I don't know what's happening until I get blood into my system again.

The cell on its own is bad enough. Unable to sleep, constant pain, the echoing words of orders I must obey slithering around my head making it hard to concentrate on anything. It was pure torture and Master Enrique loves to watch the Orcs come in and do as they wish to me because in such a state of pain and hunger I was unable to fight back. It didn't help that I was also chained down.

"Take it, and you better be compatible, pet." Master Enrique ordered as he held out the object to me.

I swallowed nervously and pleaded to whoever was listening in on my thoughts that I was compatible and won't be sent to the cell. With shaking hands, I reached out for the object and took it from him. I was amazed by how light it was and found that the object was in fact a sword. It was a type of sword I've never seen before though. The hilt was wrapped with black braided leather and the guard connecting the hilt and blade was small, circular and made of black metal with engravings of mana ruins all over it.

I grabbed the hilt and unsheathed the stark black blade from its sleek, dark wooden sheath and found that the blade was thinner than a normal sword and was only sharp on one side while flat on the other. Grooves ran along the blade and lead back to the guard that I found now looked like a mouth with fangs. I marvelled at the stunning blade and could see just how sharp it was. I stupidly decided that it was a good idea to touch the sharp side of the blade and I winced as barely a touch had my skin splitting and a trickle of my blood ran along a groove going down into the mouth on the guard.

I sucked in a breath as the world spun around me. Once everything steadied I found myself in a dark world only lit by fires that circled around me. In front of me was a man. A very pale man wearing nothing, yet everything was hidden my black hair that was long enough to touch the floor and still have an inch or two in length.

I smelt blood and my heart immediately quickened in excitement. My eyes brightened and my fangs lengthened while a grin spread across my face. I bent slightly and eyed the man with wide excited eyes. Is he bleeding? Where? How? Can I make him bleed more? I want to see it.

The man swayed side to side, as a chuckled rumbled out of his chest. "You want my blood?" The man asked though I didn't see his mouth move. A black eye stared back at me through a part in his hair and I felt a cold shiver run through my body, but that didn't stop the anticipation for more bloodshed to diminish. He suddenly went into a full belly laugh that wracked his thin and lanky frame. His skin sunk into every groove and gab between his bones like he has never been fed in his life. His laughing made it look like he was about to keel over.

"A woman after my own heart... if I had one." The man cackled and for some reason I just wanted to laugh along with him but I stopped myself and allowed myself only to widen my smile. "Blood excites you doesn't it?" He asked me.

"You have no idea." I breathed back panting in both want and need for the blood I could smell.

"Oh I think I do... how about we make a deal?" The man grinned back at me showing his own set of fangs letting me know he must be a Nightwalker too.

"Oh? What type of deal?" I asked back inching forward as I breathed in lungsful of bloody air.

"I give you my blood and power if you feed me." He answered staying still as I creeped towards him enchanted by the lovely smell of blood.

"Mmm, what do I feed you with?" I asked nearly right in front of him now and the smell was utterly divine.

"The blood of mortals. Human, Orc, fairy, anything that can bleed and die, even another Nightwalker if you have to." He answered while he spread his arms to either side of him.

I stepped into him pressing my front to his while I wrapped my arms around his waist and nuzzled my nose to his neck taking in the smell of his blood. "And if I can't feed you?" I asked slightly in a drunken haze from the delightful smell.

His arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer to him. "Then I feed off of your blood to make up for it." I felt his tongue graze over my neck.

"How many times do you have to feed?" I nibbled at his neck just wanting to sink my teeth in already, but I'm not stupid and have to understand the terms of this deal before I do anything.

He hummed against me. "Every day, five times at most, thrice at the least."

"Are there any other draw backs besides for taking my blood if I can't feed you sufficiently?" I kneaded at his back feeling his spine under my fingers.

"If you don't feed me for three days..." His lips moved to my ear and I shuddered at his warm breath hitting against it. "Then I get your soul."

I grinned against his neck, because I knew, giving him blood will be no hassle at all with the war going on and being around dispensable Orcs all the time that I hated and just wanted to kill as much as I wanted to feed on the fairies.

"You have a deal." I stated before sinking me teeth into his neck while his own sunk into mine.

"The deal is done." He muttered before I opened my eyes and found myself back in front of Master Enrique in his room.

I grinned at him as an intense and overpowering need for blood filled my being... I loved it. I laughed at the amazing feeling of power that flowed in with the blood lust. My vision shrouded in red and dark mana filling me to the brim. All I wanted now was blood. As much blood as I could get to gorge on till I could drink no more and then I'll kill them. I'll kill everyone and watch as their blood slips through wounds I made. To hear them scream and plead and beg, and feel the thick liquid covering my body... euphoric.

"Can we go now?" I asked Master eagerly, literally bouncing on my feet, eager to start the bloodshed.

Master Enrique smiled at me and I soared at his proud expression. "You may kill whoever you want, my pet. I'm looking forward to seeing you drenched in blood."

Oh so am I! So am I! I moaned mentally as I skipped out of the room in search for my first victims.

With qoy indelat in hand I went through the hallways of the underground base the Orcs built in the mountain, the grin never leaving my face. I skipped past a mirror and stopped. Walking backwards I went back to it and looked at my reflection. Red eyes tinged with black. Insanity in my smile. Now I only need blood to complete the look. I laughed before I smashed my fist into the mirror shattering the glass. I grinned at the blood now flowing over my wounded hand before I stuck my tongue out and licked at it. My blood wasn't all that satisfying and only made the blood lust stronger.

I started skipping again down the hall as I ran my hand over my face leaving blood behind to stick to my skin. It felt amazing.

I cackled in crazed giggles at the sight of my first victims. The Orcs that guarded the entrance to the base. With a flick and a twist, my new sword cut through their throats spraying black blood everywhere. I stepped into the spray and moaned at the feel of the thick liquid covering my body. I needed more. I needed so much more.

I shed my clothes deciding to go naked so that I could feel the blood on my skin and in my hair. I rubbed the black blood into my skin, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I moaned loudly. Oh god! It was sooooo goooooodddd!

Below me was the Orcs camp and in the dark of night I could see their bulky bodies walking around like flawless, little blood bags just perfect for the taking.

And that's what I did.

At first I could tell they thought I was one of them... hehe... that was until I sliced them open and bathed in their blood. And then they made the mistake of running. Shouldn't they know you don't run from a predator faster and stronger than you? It just makes it that much more fun a game.

I was unstoppable! Insatiable! Anyone who got in my way was put down with ease and my naked body was covered in so much blood that my pale white skin could no longer be seen. I was near tears because of how perfect it all felt.

Oh I just can't wait to get a taste of fairy blood!

Oh dear... I think I should start questioning my sanity after this chapter.... -_-'

Just to make things clearer. Vaden's been brainwashed into thinking that Enrique has been her master since he killed her parents, so she doesn't remember anyone and thinks that Enrique is her true master.

She's also gone a bit psycho. As in Joker and Harley Quinn psycho.

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