I was a writer someone who always aspired to bring joy to others no matter the cost to my health or sanity I slowly worked on my stories no matter how sick or hurt I was. I once kept writing even when all the fingers on my hand were broken due to the debt, I had to the mafia they are fine folks they love my bloody gory stories I create but those are not my favorite stories to create it is simply a fantasy a world where power requires luck and talent.
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I stood up from my table the writing implement in my hand trembling and covered in blood from the skin on my hand completely having been rubbed off. I looked at the page covered in my blood the words still legible I always could strangely see through my own blood as if it was clear ink. I once wrote in my own blood but I passed out, so I never did again it lacked any payoff at all. I shook my hand the blood splattering on the floor if anyone were to come into this room they would see the blood covered floor with blood stains days, months, years, and maybe even decades old.
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I finally finished the bloodstained book it was a story about the prince of blood The First Vampire and his Rival the Queen of Demons otherwise known as Forgotten Night for no one truly knew her face but I remember every detail I put into the one scene where she was introduced without people knowing she was the demon lord a simple Forgotten Imp who had transformed into a humanoid form to discover what humanity is she ended up finding humanity to be more amazing then her original form.
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Due to this amazement, she changed herself to become the Dark Beauty a woman with moderate sized breasts her eyes were like the darkest skies with small bright dots within hers eyes whirlpooling like a wormhole distorting the light. She loved her citizens and her species but despised humans and vampires. She stood tall at an astonishing 6''3 her frame agile and lithe with slight muscles that do not overwhelm her soft and fierce looks like a tigress protecting its cubs.
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I heard my door get knocked down as I placed the final page on my masterpiece, I then slowly walked back to me study as the mafia members came to me but when they saw the literal bleeding book within my hand, they all stood still seeing the maniac smile on my face. I let my bleeding hand touch the wall which was a bookcase full of the stories I had created staining them all red would give them more value and all these stories were the originals that had never been published of which I only wanted to happen after my end.
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I gave copies of Blessed Torture, Endless Screams, and Terrors Last Finger to the mafia without even publishing them the copies handwritten and they all loved these dark fantasy gore stories. I put my hand on the closest mafia member and I said "Make sure you end my life Afterall this is all for your group take everything for I was dying anyway." blood began to leak from my throat during my hoarse words which were Gratingly broken and slow.
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He smiled at the thought of riches, but fear quickly reappeared on his face as I opened the door to my study and the iron sickly sweet scent of rotting blood reached their noises causing many of them to gag and even vomit. I placed the book upon an altar which would lock the book into itself the pages were tough and nearly untearable so they could not be ripped from the book. "It is Time you poor souls to end the misery of this murderer and torturer.
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I could only hear the gunshot before my head was pierced my brain splattering against the wall the already blood-stained floor now had an ever-expanding new pattern forming flowing around many blood stains weirdly and finally a Rune appeared the blood that was once dry and stained into the floor began to flow into the dead body upon the ground inscribing many different runes upon his skin then the body was forced within the book recording everything I once knew.
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Yes, magic was somewhat real in my world but only through the use of implements but my blood was strangely extra conducive to the energies within the air. I reappeared in my 18-year-old body with a smile upon my face "That was slightly painful" I said griping my head as the pain slowly faded, I could sense the blood mana within the air my smile widening even more for this pure of blood mana could only be coming form the young prince.
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The runes on my body wriggled and moved in joy as I walked towards him, I saw him dancing with his blood sword in a field bringing down every target he made out of blood, so I suddenly attacked my speed reaching nearly a fledging vampires as a mere human. He dodged easily removing my head from my body, but I simply caught my head and began to laugh "It truly worked I finally have a mortal body within the world I poured my life into I can now finally see my creations. You young prince have entertained me want to see the power you could wield?"
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He looked at me suspicion and caution in his eyes which made me smile even me for I know both the Demon Queen and the prince of vampires were amazingly nice people to their own race. He finally responded after a minute "What do you mean improve my power that would be impossible without training?"
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I dashed foward using all my might and zoomed past as I grabbed his head saying "What a weak little King who never found his people losing his chance to rise by abandoning those he swore to protect.