After one hour, we were back to the castle of the vampire queen.
"Your Majesty, we are back."
"Report,"
The vampire queen was the same as usual, standing cross-legged with a harsh expression on her face while sitting on the throne. While listening to Roskarl's report, she kept looking at me. Although she looked as sexy as ever, and now I had the same body parts before dying, I am talking about my PP; there weren't any changes in me. Since I looked like a zombie, it was impossible that my blood would be pumped into my zombie sword.
In that sense, I was no different from a vampire, but apparently, vampires still can get a boner somehow. Undead beings are often portrayed as elegant and aristocratic. Vampires were typically depicted as pale-skinned and attractive, with a seductive allure. Sustain themselves by feeding on the blood of the living. Possess heightened strength, speed, and agility compared to humans. Often, they have enhanced senses, such as heightened night vision and acute hearing. May possess supernatural abilities such as shape-shifting, mind control, and manipulating shadows or turning into bats.
As for zombies, they were reanimated corpses without higher brain function or consciousness. Typically depicted as decayed and grotesque, with rotting flesh and vacant, lifeless eyes. Sustain themselves by consuming the flesh of the living, often portrayed as mindless and driven solely by hunger. Possess limited physical abilities and coordination, with slow, lumbering movements. Lack of higher cognitive functions such as reasoning, problem-solving, and communication. Typically impervious to pain and injury, with no sense of self-preservation.
I call that bullshit and favoritism. We were basically the same, so why do zombies have so many demerits? I want the person who came up with those differences canceled.
"That was a job well done, Deimos. I am certain that you will slowly prove your loyalty back.
"I wouldn't know."
"... You deserve a reward."
"A lot of money will do then."
The vampire queen's eyebrow twitched. It seemed that she wasn't used to people interrupting her. In any case, she took a long time to decide that, but I could tell what she wanted, another session where she would be the dominatrix and I would be her toy. I am going to pass on that. As I said, I am into some nasty shit, but I am not that far gone.
"... You can use your room once more for your services. Rest properly because you will receive another job tomorrow."
"Where is my room then?"
"Guide him there, Roskarl."
"Certainly, Your Majesty. Hey, come already, and don't say any more nonsense."
I finally had the ability to roll my eyes back, so I did that. It should be quite something to see a vampire roll their eyes. Regardless, Roskarl guided me to the castle's top floor, right on the right side of another large room. It was the vampire queen's bedroom.
The entrance to the bedroom of the vampire queen was a grand and imposing sight, befitting her gothic appearance and formidable power. As one approached, the air seemed to grow heavy with an aura of ancient magic.
Twin doors, crafted from dark mahogany and adorned with intricate carvings of twisted vines and thorns, stood sentry at the entrance. Their surfaces were polished to a high sheen that gleamed in the dim torchlight. Above them, a wrought iron archway stretched across the entrance, its elegant curves and swirling motifs reminiscent of Gothic architecture.
Flanking the doors, a pair of towering candelabras cast flickering shadows upon the stone walls, their candles burning with an unearthly glow that bathed the entrance in a soft, ethereal light. The air was heavy with the scent of exotic incense, its spicy aroma mingling with the faint perfume of roses and blood.
"Does the vampire queen sleep there? I bet that she has a lot of torture tools there."
"... Come to think of it, you never called her by her name. You forgot that, too?"
"I only know my name because you guys used it."
"By the entrails of the great skeleton dragon… if she were to hear of this…"
"How does a skeleton dragon have entrails?"
"... Listen here, her name is…"
" Mistress Tempest, Lady Velvet Whip, Mistress Dominique, Queen Inferno, Mistress Seraphina, Lady Vixen. It must be one of them."
"... It is Melody."
I chuckled… that had to be a very bad joke. How a sadic looking vampire queen would have such a cute name? It made no fucking sense.
"I guess I am trying to use logic, and I can't do that around here."
"Don't do anything stupid and rest until tomorrow. Your body doesn't tire, but your mind does."
"I couldn't do anything even I wanted. My survival instincts would force me to use my real head."
After spending several days in the dungeon, I also understood the meaning of exhaustion as an undead. I figured out that my boredom was also an effect of it. I did some tests of grinding against the plant freaks. Killing fifty of them every time got easier when I took half-hour breaks between those sessions.
In any case, after Roskarl left, I entered the room and found a place that looked quite empty and free of any personal touch in it. It seemed that the previous Deimos didn't have many hobbies since there was nothing out of normal in the room. I checked under the bed for some porn magazines, but I found nothing.