Plucked from the skull of a man whose whole tribe suffered to humor his arrogance, his eye now garnished a clear red liquid. Poured into a wine glass, it swirled with filtered blood free of coagulants. Red as wine and bubbling with the spark of dying souls trapped within for the sheer heck of it, the liquid was pressed against a glistening red pair of feminine lips.
Tasting the blood just a touch, the woman gave the eyeball a mocking kiss.
"I will never tire of breaking arrogant men's spirit~" With a smile, she leaned back into her throne of gore. The preserved bodies of her victims piled up into a chair with that same haunting in their gaze as the moment they were trapped under a glaze of amber. Their eyes moved still, and though their muscles had shrunk, their skin was stuck to the amber and peeled away as their flesh retracted.
Men, women, and even children alike–none were spared or offered any mercy for the mistress of the undead army had none for their kind. She raised their dead, sapped the blood of the virgins, and threw the flesh to her army of monsters and the undead. To breed more servants and consume the remains of the useless was their task, nothing more and nothing less. But what more could a monster ask when the only thinking they do is either from their stomach or their loins?
Savoring the flavor of the man's adult children on her lips, the mistress of the dead tried to discern one from the other. The chief's son and daughter were bled and poured into the glass for her, and now that she'd had them on her tongue, began her favorite part.
Crossing her legs, she glanced around the darkness while contemplating the profile of the different tastes swirling within her mouth.
"That fat must be the daughter," looking at the glass, she narrowed her eyes. "Hard to tell, they were about to be married together to preserve their rancid bloodline, after all."
Clicking her tongue, she heaved a sigh. However, before her shoulders fell, in came the masked man through the entrance of her dark fortress. Light assaulted the lady's eyes as he entered, but thankfully, for him, it didn't persist for long.
"Wallace, what now?" She asked, scoffing at the mere sight of her underling.
Bowing his head, the vamp turned into a bat and flew onto his mistress's shoulder. Resting on it, he leaned closer to her ears and chirped in bat screams, and yet the meaning of it all flew into her mind.
"Just tell me you got more zombies. I don't wanna hear the details, you moron." Scrunching her nose, she brushed him off her shoulder. Watching him flying next to her ear, she narrowed her gaze. "And put the pregnant women in the cells, they can keep producing more soldiers for me until their bodies give up."
"Yes, my lady," he replied, even so, grabbing him, his mistress brought him in front of her face.
"Cut their limbs and tongue if you need to, I don't want a repeat of last time with those women and mass suicide!" Baring her fangs, the mistress opened her mouth and bit his head. Crushing the bat's neck with her razor-sharp teeth, she pulled his body away with a jerk. "Useless fucking familiar."
Spitting his head and throwing his body away, she watched as his body struggled and bled before the very strings of his flesh began crawling closer to each other like a pair of tentacles. Reattaching his head, the vampire familiar–the man in the white mask–kept his head lowered.
"I… I apologize for what happened last time. I shalln't repeat the same mistakes."
"Break that promise, and you shall regret your immortality, vampling." Leaning into the light just a little, she finally revealed a glimpse of her face. Her ruby red eyes reflected light like gemstones, and the pale of her skin could put the whitest lilies to shame. "Swayed by a few soft words. What kind of vampire are you to fall for such shallow deception? Were you not my own flesh and blood, I would've already dined on your body and shat you out as immortal dung."
"I understand… Mother."
"Now go, keep an eye on the rest of our recruiting parties. I want a few thousand more soldiers before we attack the capital city."
Nodding his head, Wallace walked out of the room with his head dejected to the ground. It wasn't the first time that he was insulted, and neither would it be his last. As someone who'd experienced his mother's scorn every day of his life, he had simply come to accept it.
"Big brother?" Snapping out to the sudden call, he lifted his head and noticed two pale-looking children standing in front of him. Their hair was as white as the mistress and the cool winter look in their eyes was a stark contrast to their mother's. "Is mommy in there?"
Tilting their heads towards each other, the young girl and young boy stared at their stepsibling.
"Y-yeah, she is." Wallace's response brought a smile to their lovely faces.
"Thank you!" Rushing past him, both of them moved like the wind. Their fine silken robes fluttered in the wind, sending a chill colder than any ice running all over Wallace's body. "Mommy! We wanna play with you!"
As the door closed behind them, their older sibling caught a glimpse of his mother getting off her throne with open arms stretched towards his siblings.
"My babies, come here~ Let mommy spoil you plenty!" The last words that he heard from his mother directed towards the two stung him deep and yet turned his head to the front, Wallace knew.
'If only I didn't have that useless man as my father, she would've loved me too.' Walking away from the hidden chamber with that thought swirling in his head, all he could do was curse his father and the life his family led before running into that demon that changed their lives forever.
"Tchh… She used to listen to us, not the other way around. Damn it!" Kicking rocks, the man walked away to do his mother's bidding, who, in turn, was preparing a gift for her living husband.