As the first rays of morning sunlight seeped through the windows of the castle, Deinades, King Leonidas, and The Witch awoke from their restless slumber. Agatheia, realizing her role in their journey had reached its end, bid them a swift farewell and departed the castle, leaving the king and his loyal servant to face the uncertain path that lay ahead.
King Leonidas, filled with a mix of curiosity and concern, observed Deinades closely. He couldn't help but notice the subtle changes that had taken hold of his servant's appearance. The once vibrant complexion that adorned Deinades' face now appeared pale and ashen, as if drained of life and vitality. It was a stark contrast to his former vibrant self, and it filled the king with a sense of unease.
Approaching Deinades cautiously, Leonidas spoke with a voice laden with worry. "Deinades, my faithful servant, how do you feel? What has become of you under the influence of Hekate's magic?"
Deinades turned his gaze towards the king, his eyes bearing a weariness that mirrored his transformed state. He sighed softly before responding, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and acceptance. "My lord, I feel... different. The touch of Hekate's power has left its mark upon me. My skin appears pale, as if deprived of the very life force that sustains it. I fear I have become a vessel for something beyond my understanding."
King Leonidas's heart sank as he witnessed the toll that Hekate's intervention had taken on his devoted servant. He longed to find a way to restore Deinades to his former self, to lift the burden of this affliction that now gripped him. But the reality of their situation loomed heavily, and the king knew they were venturing into uncharted territory.
The next sign of Deinades's transformation revealed itself as they ventured outside the castle walls. The moment his feet touched the sun-drenched courtyard, Deinades recoiled, a pained expression crossing his face. He shielded his eyes, his body trembling as if in the throes of agony.
King Leonidas, filled with both compassion and concern, rushed to his side. "Deinades, what ails you? Why does the sunlight bring you such torment?"
Gasping for breath, Deinades responded through gritted teeth, his voice strained with the anguish he experienced. "My king, the sun's rays... they burn. It is as if my very being rejects its touch. I fear I am bound to the realm of shadows, forever denied the warmth of daylight."
Leonidas's heart sank further, realizing the extent of the curse that had befallen his loyal companion. The thought of Deinades condemned to a life in darkness, forever separated from the light, filled him with a deep sorrow. But even in the face of this revelation, he resolved to stand by Deinades's side, determined to find a way to alleviate his suffering.
Days turned into weeks, and Deinades's condition only grew more pronounced. The pallor of his skin remained, a constant reminder of his altered state. The king noticed a change in his servant's demeanor as well, a subtle shift in his temperament. Deinades seemed more withdrawn, his once lively spirit dampened by the weight of his new existence.
One fateful evening, tension within the castle reached its breaking point. Deinades, overwhelmed by the torment he endured, found himself engaged in a heated argument with another servant. Emotions ran high, fueled by the frustration and despair that plagued him. And then, in a moment of sheer desperation and uncontrollable instinct, Deinades's true nature revealed itself.
His teeth elongated into sharp fangs, his eyes gleaming with an unearthly hunger. The scent of fear and adrenaline hung thick in the air as Deinades lunged at the other servant, his fangs piercing the skin. Blood flowed, staining the scene in a gruesome tableau.
The room filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of Deinades's labored breaths and the weight of the consequences that loomed over them all.
The fate of Deinades, the burden he now carried, and the implications of his monstrous transformation would be with him forever. The First Vampire has been made...
Immediately Deinades drank the blood of the other servant, he felt a warm sensation throughout his entire body, the feeling was so great. The smell and taste of the blood were sweet to his nose and tongue. He couldn't stop. It was like he was becoming addicted. He kept on sucking the Servant. Until finally a voice spoke behind him:
"Deinades, what have you done?".
He immediately turned his head to look at who had said that it was the King.
"My Lord, i couldn't.....i couldn't.....i could not..... control myself..... the smell of blood.....it draws me nearer....." He stuttered in fear that the King might kill him what he had just done.
"This was what she meant by the punishment" The King said: "She has turned you into an unimaginable, a creature of the night like me, your case is even much worse than mine, you have to depend on the human blood to survive, you cannot even step into sunlight," the king ended those last words with sorrows.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS JUST A FICTIONAL WAY OF HOW VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES CAME TO EXISTENCE WITHIN THE CONFINEMENT OF THIS NOVEL.