Year: 786/Antigonid Isles/New London
As Cleopatra rode through the skies above New London on the back of a giant eagle she felt exhilarated for the first time since she was a much younger girl. This new God was far greater than Alexander could ever dream of being. She found it hard to believe he too was once a man. To think he was truly capable of destroying old earth and killing so many people seemed distantly unreal to who she had spent the last year with.
He built a utopia in his first try. The people were all well taken care of equally. And even though the Elves and Dwarves she had met were so drastically different from each other, there was not a hint of discrimination. Crime was nonexistent, no one wanted or went without. Their boredoms were solved by complex and challenging games tailored to who played.
She had tried the Dungeon in the tree herself with a few of the Fae. Their magic was incredible even before her lord introduced the MR1, his first magic rifle. They all knew each other's weaknesses and flaws and made up for them together. The Elves all had bodies like fine women with excellent mana capacity and control. The Dwarves were fit and strong with superior physical strength like they were all Olympic Athletes and much less adept at mana control. Instead, the Dwarves created impressive magi tech to compensate but not a hint of flaunt or taunt about their differences from a one.
She had never seen anything like it in her life. Humans as they have been could never achieve what she had witnessed. She wanted to build her coven in much the same way.
My lord said the rule of sacrifice was a human of wicked heart. It was acts like that which made her question if he could even truly be called evil, he was closer to righteous judgement.
Humans surely are the greater evil. She knew all too well what men would do to his Eldaria and their Fae.
She hoped that if good men did exist in this world, she could help them seize power and spread her lord's work, but until then she would find her sisters in this New London.
The eagle descended allowing Cleopatra to touch ground again. It is a long trip across the ocean she thought before waltzing through the streets of her new playground. First, she would assume control of the best brothel and an unlimited supply of wicked humans to choose from. It didn't take long for her to find the fanciest gilded breeding house in proximity to the noble's mansions.
Madam Valerie ran a tight ship she could tell from the cleanliness of the lounge for such a human city. If the girls deal with nobles, they surely were clean and free of diseases.
"May I speak with the Madam in charge?" Her words were sweet and inviting.
The hostess smiled brightly, "Just one moment mam."
She scurried off before quickly returning with the woman in charge.
"How can I help you sweetheart?" The Madam asked her.
She was about the same age as Cleopatra should be. She flaunted her assets with flashy and frilly clothing. She was just as beautiful as any girl you could purchase here.
"Do you have an office? It's rather private." Cleopatra smiled sweetly.
The Madam nodded the led her to the back to take a seat. Her office was lavish and gaudy it meant a lot of gold flowed through high profile hands in this building.
As Cleopatra took her seat she greeted the Madam with a polite smile, "Madam Valerie my name is Cleo."
She returned the pleasantries, "Well nice to meet you Miss Cleo how can I serve you today?"
Cleopatra giggled at her insinuation, "No I'm not here on that sort of business I'm afraid. Madam Valerie how would you like eternal youth and magic power?"
"Excuse me?" From her tone Cleopatra could tell she thought she was making fun of her.
Her magic was similar to the Dwarves they had taught her well how to control fire mana. She reached down and picked the flame from a candle on the desk. In the palm of her hand, it grew bigger and brighter before forming into the shape of a little man of fire.
Cleopatra giggled as she winked to her, "This is but a taste," and then made the little flame man do a dance.
The woman was intrigued, "It is a nice parlor trick but what's the price of your gift? Eternal youth and magic don't come free, I'm sure."
"My lord gets your soul but don't worry he is a much greater god than Alexander the Immortal. he is building a better world than you can imagine. I get your obedience once in our coven and all you got to do is kill one wicked person with me every full moon." Cleopatra knew it was an easy choice for anyone.
"Very well my soul is your Lord's I would do it for the eternal youth alone."
Cleopatra smiled brightly as ever as she knew she was right choosing this woman, "Let's make the pact then."
*****
Year: 786/New London
Marcus
The third prince of the Antigonid Isles practiced diligently with his sword training. He didn't need to it was only a hobby to pass the time. After his next birthday he knew he'd have to join the Imperial Military Officer's Academy. It was a requirement at eighteen in the Empire to be drafted into service of your kingdom.
Marcus knew he would never be King he didn't even want to be. His father was a puppet and nothing more than a figure head. His brothers could kill each other for it if they wanted it so badly. He wanted nothing to do with it and the military never did anything but train and fight pirates. He had heard the tales of undead sailors flying under the banner of a Kraken. He thought it was surely tales of bored soldiers just to pass the time and scare children.
"Prince Marcus, are you out here again?" It was his maid who worried over him often.
"Yes, I'm finished now," he knew now was as good as time as any since she would pester him until he took a brake anyways.
"The King wishes to see you tonight before you leave for the Academy in the morning." She said politely.
"Very well take me to him." He answered with a sigh.
He followed the maid to his father who was waiting at the dinner table. Upon his arm a new young girl from Madam Valerie's House of Girls. Marcus wondered if he planned to have another child since he hadn't had a daughter yet. His father had wanted him to be a girl he could sell off for an alliance but instead he got me. He didn't take it personally he knew his father had wished for only one son and the rest daughters.
"A new concubine for your next try?" He asked rudely as he took his seat next to them.
"Yes, this one says her parents had seven girls," he had no shame as he inspected the girl like a piece of meat. "Now be a dear and drop the toga for a spin."
The girl was uncomfortable. Marcus assumed by her age she was recently sold to the Madam as a breeder. She sheepishly did as she was told. Marcus had never really taken joy in treating people this way, so he personally refrained from such behavior. He hoped his father would find some fault in her and not bed her, but he knew that was her fate whether it be his father tonight or another man tomorrow. She was a slave in the Empire and under law she had no choice in such matters.
It is a cruel world we live in...
"She'll do I suppose. Get her ready in my chambers," the king snapped his fingers, and a maid lead her on her way never even giving her time to robe herself again.
Well, this conversation probably won't take long anyways. He thought.
His father fixed his gaze upon him now, "While at the Imperial Officers Academy you must strive to bring honor on House Antigonid. We can't have our rivals outshine you, my boy."
Marcus didn't care about any of that. His favorite thing about the IOA was that he would be far away from the politics here on the Isle.
"There have been a few more murders recently so don't go out tonight." His father warned him
"Still no suspects?" He asked.
He had heard about the murders the last few months. Bodies drained of blood and left in alleys to rot.
"The peasants claim it's three little blood sucking demons no larger than children." He threw his hands up in an exasperated sigh, "Silly superstitious nonsense. The first man was as big as an ox. I can't trust the words of people who claim small children took him down and drank his blood."
Marcus was glad he was leaving for the IOA in the morning.
People in the Isles are all crazy! He had often thought.
*****
Year: 10/28/785 / New London
Nicholas
The Admiral had dropped Nicholas away from sight of the city. He feared they'd witness Calypso's Hat as he'd grown, begrudgingly, to call his ship. Nicholas didn't mind the moon was bright and beautiful that night. Instead, he took a stroll through the forest to see if he could find a lonely snack. He came upon a small cabin with screaming coming from within.
"Daddy no please stop." It sounded like two small girls.
He made his way to the window of the cabin to see a rather large and obviously drunk brute of man trying to tear the clothes off two small girls. He was already naked himself the girls scream any time his cock swung near. He recognized this scene all too well as he peered on. The wrestling would come next once he had removed one of their clothes. They were beautiful twin girls he guessed were probably his age.
"Stop please!"
"Dad we can't!"
Their cries fell on deaf and drunk ears. The man saw nothing but lust. It appeared this was the first time he had attempted to assault them. He decided the man should die. Nicholas once a frail boy was now strong enough to treat adults any way he pleased. He kicked open the door, but the man hardy even noticed. He was blinded by alcohol and lust.
Nicholas calmly walked up to the man and grabbed him by the throat, "It's time to stop now Mr. Dad. The girls no."
"You... little... shit..." the man barely managed to choke out the words.
Nicholas squeezed harder; he was enjoying this newfound power. This rather large man was nothing to him now.
"Hey Mr... I'm kind of hungry," Nicholas's face contorted into an evil grin with the words as he quickly bit into the man's neck to drink from him.
Once the man was dead, he realized the girls were now crying in a room in the back. He found them crying over their dead mother's body. Her face was badly beaten as was much of her naked body lying there lifeless before him. He felt pity for the twins. He knew exactly how they felt. He decided not to kill them and turned to leave the room.
"Wait!" They cried out from behind him, so he turned back to meet their gaze.
"We'll die if you leave us..." their sudden boldness immediately left them as they grew meek again halfway through.
"Will you give your soul to my lord? If you do, I can make you my sisters and bad things like this won't happen to you anymore." He offered with a now warm and gentle smile.
The girls looked at each other for affirmation before both nodding to agree.
Nicholas bit each of his arms and held them out, "Then drink my blood and pledge your soul my sisters."
The girls latched on to his arms and began to drink the blood dripping from his veins.
"What are your names?" He asked them as they pulled away.
"I'm Anna," said one. "I'm Marie" said the other.
"Well Anna and Marie, I am your big brother Nicholas. I think we should pick a name for our new family." he said as he introduced himself.
The girls weren't sure what to say.
"How about Sinclair?" he asked
They nodded to him in agreement. It was cute to him how shy his sisters acted. He hoped they would grow bolder as time passed by. They could all play together forever in this kingdom now free from unwanted touching and naked wrestling with adults. Eternal innocence was his gift for them from his lord.
"This house is rather dingy though let's find us a nice rich sucker to play with why don't we?" The twins took his outstretched hands as they left that dirty cabin forever.
They all looked up at the big bright reddish orange blood moon that hung above them in the sky and took in its beauty together as the new Sinclair Family.