I looked at the ground in sadness. Here lies a girl I wrote to make the readers sympathize with a cute lady. She was originally a Ukrainian girl who lived as a noble. She was then killed one day for witchcraft. The horrible part is that she was saved by a vampire who loved her. Not loved in the sexual sense, but in the fatherly sense.
She was sealed because villagers sought his destruction. I couldn't muster much, but I said sorry to nobody in this empty room. I grabbed a nearby rock and shared it with another rock. I took a deep breath, knowing what I needed to do to summon this poor girl.
I cut open my left hand and allowed blood to spill. The blood started to seep into a small hole. The hole absorbing the blood began to give off a slight glow. She originally needed three bodies worth of blood. I don't have three bodies, but I have something else—knowledge of her summoning chant.
"Great devourer of blood, heed my call. I awaken your slumber for you to help out in my cause. Please answer, oh, the great and beautiful Lamia!" I shouted with all my heart, and the hole glowed a bright yellow. With a sudden flash of light, the hole broke.
When the hole broke, a coffin with a cross as decoration shot up. It burst open to show me Lamia—a vampire with silver hair and a blue and yellow dress. Lamia took a moment to open her eyes.
She looked at me with a disgusted look and licked my left hand. Her saliva instantly healed my bloody wound. She then spoke with hatred directed towards me.
"A damned human woke me up. To think you provided blood and knew the summoning chant. Ugh, as your servant, I am forced to help you out, yada yada yada." Lamia said, sitting down like a rude high school delinquent.
Doesn't she know she is wearing a dress? I can see her black panties. She might be older than me, but her body is like a high schooler. I think I wrote her to be twenty-five when she turned into a vampire, but my artist wanted her to look like a high schooler.
"Can you please sit with your legs crossed? It is hard to look at you like that." I said sheepishly.
Lamia smirked and laughed. "Do we have an actual gentleman? Look, I might look like a middle schooler, but I am actually thousands of years old."
She looks like what? When was that age ever brought up? Ew, no, I am ignoring that comment and moving on. I need to forget that line and worry about the main situation. I need to get my servant to understand me. If she does, she will grow in power and become an even greater blockade against enemies.
I look at her face to make my eyes not focus on her body. With a determined look, I spoke with confidence. I am putting my heart into my feelings to prove my genuine feelings.
"I want to save this world from the impending doom. Or maybe save me from my impending doom of early death. I still wish to protect others!" I said, looking Lamia in the eyes.
Lamia smirked. "Sure, I don't care. I am your servant. I will follow you and summon myself when necessary. For now, I will return to a card form to rest." Lamia said as she turned into a card. That card art is so cool. I forgot what her rank was but I put the card in my pocket. The card disappeared, and I know it went into its own pocket dimension.
I wonder how I know where it went. Whatever, for now, I need to leave and prepare for tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will go to the school tour day even though I know the school and all of its rooms. I am going there for one specific reason. The ability to get a blank servant card. It is located in plain sight.