The vampire in my heart
Everyone bow down before me
Рамиль Латыпов
© Рамиль Латыпов, 2022
ISBN 978-5-0056-5743-5
Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero
Chapter 1 My heart
Dark gothic castle. My shadow flew to inspect their possessions. Lightning flashes in the distance. Then darkness enveloped these lands. The werewolves on the towers howled again. Two ghouls in a dark casemate actively love each other. Three more joined them. I wont interfere with them. The shadow flew into the tower. My brides love each other. My beauties. Tired of caresses. Moans of pleasure, cries of joy. Explosions of orgasms. Bodies move on the floor like waves in the sea. Warm bodies. Shadow saw flashes in infrared light. The ladies began to stop. Universal Bliss. They are tired and lie motionless. Beautiful breasts rise with every breath. Well, the ones that are alive. Not vampires like me. The shadow returned back to the throne. He is pleasant and comfortable. Two statues of gargoyles crown her.
The shadow took on the appearance of a vampire in a tailcoat. Paintings on the walls. Ancient old. Strong people on it and inspire confidence. My parents. Mother and father are vampires. when they are still alive. But the idyll did not last long. I dont want to remember now. Sad. But I dont intend to grieve. I have a holiday. The picture behind me is where I stand with a sword and a staff. Strong and confident ruler of the world. The large stone on the staff still burns with red fire. The castle behind me flourishes. The painting is ten thousand years old. But I still rule this world. My dominions are flourishing.
The picture of my goddess right in front of my eyes goes up and behind it I see a TV. Turned it on. It is huge and colorful. Every pixel is visible to me. I see a holiday on it. People in the streets are waving the flags of my country. My portraits. Joy and tears of happiness on their faces. They love me. The choristers sing songs in my honor. Little boys in white robes bless passers-by. My religion. This makes them easier to manage. Although at first there were difficulties. The holiday goes on for two weeks. It will culminate the day after tomorrow. When a ship with six astronauts land on another planet. Our Moon. Three vampires and three humans. Two ladies vampire Inessa and human Elena. I personally selected them myself. Slender beautiful. Each will gladly take a place in my harem upon their return. And my best vampire warriors Egor and Igrat. People Timur and Senya. The best representatives of the two peoples.
Even though people got their freedom a hundred and twenty years ago. Before that, our world was amorphous. There was no promotion. Progress. But by freeing some of the human slaves, we got unprecedented progress. All thanks to my goddess terrible and terrible Berry. She ordered me. How grateful I am to her. I am Akbash the head of the planet of vampires. I have enslaved the entire planet thanks to and for the glory of the goddess. I will die for her. Decided to get on my knees and thank her. And at the same time indulge in carnal pleasures with her. She is a generous goddess. We bathe with her in a bath of blood. From this one thought, saliva filled his mouth and the friend got excited.
O my goddess of Darkness show me the way and show me your divine face. I am your servant until the end of time. You have guided me to this day.
Hello my servant. The goddess appeared in the form of a child. The white dress fluttered with every movement she made. She is different today. Good thing. But I loved her only in her adult form. Although I am evil, I have principles. (Of course, we will believe in it).
Oh my goddess. Youre so beautiful. Stand in your habitual form before my eyes and let us indulge in pleasures.
She is silent. He beckons me to him. I rise from my throne and take off my clothes as I go. She is already naked. Juicy strong. Passionate. Sweat drips down her thighs. She is ready for love. She gestures for a bath. There is blood in it. We go into it.
Dont worry, its not real blood. Whispers the voice of the goddess burning with passion. Try it.
I drink. This is nectar. Forces flow into me. She fills her hand and holds it out to me. It tastes even better with her hands. Manna fills me. I kiss. She smiles. Spreads legs. And we love each other tenderly and passionately. Her juicy breasts are like glove in my hands. Shes not breathing, and neither am I. She is a goddess and I am her lover. How could I serve another god than her. She is my world. The best of my mistresses. But longing floats on her passionate face. What she doesnt like. I increase the pressure. But there is no effect. I lick my chest. Moans of pleasure are heard throughout the castle. The werewolves howled again and began to love each other. Here are the animals. Their groans and cries are heard for many kilometers. In the village at the foot of the cliff where people celebrated my castle. But after hearing these moans, people on the streets began to love each other just the same. Universal orgasm. And an explosion. I hugged the goddess. She kisses my neck. She is soft today. Sad. What happened? He licked his pointy ears. Lovely. They stirred with pleasure. How good. But then the goddess removed the bathtub with her hand. Dressed and dressed me.
I have a problems. A strong enemy wants to attack my lands. You need to destroy him.
Im glad to serve you goddess. I am glad to give my life for her. And looking forward to new adventures. After such an award from her, I am ready for anything. The party outside continued. «I will gather all the warriors. There are excellent ghoul soldiers and werewolves. The serfs from my towns and villages will gladly die for me. And for you my goddess. In their religion, they consider me a god.
Its a little different. The goddess standing next to me with two ponytails in her hair and horns began to joyfully jump from foot to foot. You will go alone. O my servant. And try to be better.
What? I dont understand? The goddess of evil that I have served for thousands of years. Sacrificed entire countries and continents asking me the vampire lord to be kind.
Leave immediately. You yourself will understand everything. Youll figure out what to do. Farewell, my faithful Akbash. I will erase your memory after three hours of arrival. Write down more spells and potion recipes when you find yourself in a new place. Then at eighteen I will find you and return the memory. Dont worry, its necessary for business.
A dark entity emerged from the hands of the cutie. She enveloped me and I fell into it. I felt the fear of death. But I knew that I would not die. I cannot die. Evil is immortal. Strong blow to the head.
Boy, who are you? Said a boy of about five. Straw hat and hoodie. He is a follower of my religion. But where are the religious markings on the neck from the transfusion syringes?
«Mortal, how dare you speak to me first?» Wait until I contact you. I said angrily. My previously formidable strong voice. Which inspired fear and awe in the hearts of enemies, became the thin voice of a boy. I examined my hands. Where are the claws. What is this thin human hand. Touched his face. Where are the fangs? What a face. Where is the crooked nose? Become a bat. But nothing happened.
And youre strange, I dont want to be a bat. They are vile. Said the girl in the blue dress. Yellow hair and freckles. So cheerful. Delicious.
You are my food. Im probably hungry and I dont have the strength. «I bit the girl. But the blood didnt come out. My teeth cant bite through her thin skin either.
Thats a fool, he took it into his head to bite. Said the girl and gave a slap in the face. «At least give me some candy first.»
I felt in my pockets. Notepad with pen and candy. My candy. With my picture. Serfs cooked in factories for their serf children. I am a generous ruler. I gave it to the girl. She happily ate it. I still wouldnt taste it.
We should show him to the headman. He decides what to do with it. You can see it in the clothes. He is from the city. Beck.
I got up from the ground. What a rag on me. Scarlet velvet pants and robe. This is not my color. There are no my coats of arms and symbols.
Send a stranger. Said the boy and went along the path.
I looked around, the forest is everywhere. Only this path. Everything is covered with moss and lichen. I am the same height as them. Im five years old. I remembered my childhood. Tens of thousands of years ago. I was him. Child. Memory almost erased this time. A carefree vampire boy who lives in my fathers castle. At the age of eight, he fed me for the first time. First victim. The taste of blood.
I liked the view of the rural village. Small brick houses with tiled roofs. Mentally imagined them on fire. Put up peaks and pierce all the inhabitants. Arrange a feast. He smiled.
Yes, we have a beautiful village. I like her too. Said the girl and took my hand
I felt her warmth. Never experienced this. The village was bustling with life. The men cleaned the plows and pitchforks. Saws and braids. Two men were sawing a log. A beautiful sawmill near the river worked with might and main. The windmills spun with the wind. Good new possessions for me.
A beautiful girl came to meet us. I would make love with her. I walked over, knelt down and said so directly.
Pretty lady. Do you want to make passionate love in my hall? To the sounds of bone drums and the light of bonfires.
Ouch. The lady was clearly in shock. Youre too young for this. She gave me a flick. Grow up then offer this. Although I was glad to hear it.
Schelban was sick. The feeling is familiar, but long gone. Pain. Raised my hand
Spell dope love. But there was no effect. How much mana do I have? What? There is very little of her. Compared to my past powers.
You are too small for such spells. A man in his forties stepped out into the street. In a light leather jacket.
Uncle Elder Mizael. We found this boy on the path. Said the boy in the red shirt coming up to his uncle. He must be from the city. See what expensive clothes he has on.
Thats it. Uncle turned to me. Are you lost guy? Or escaped from the city? Whats your name?
No, Im not from the city. I wont say where Im from or my name. Its a secret. Tell them who I didnt want them to.
He hit his head. Look, uncle. Said the girl, pointing to my head. The elder looked at me.
I really see a bump. He probably doesnt remember who he is. Ill write a letter to the local adventurers guild. If his parents are looking for they will come for him. Until then, what about you?
Let him live with me. Said the beautiful aunt. I live alone with my daughter. No husband. And the man does not fit in the house. Although he is still a boy.
Yes, mother, let him live with us. And then I got tired of Kirk. I dont want to play with him. Said the girl and pushed the boy to Kirk. He just yelped in pain.
Well, Tamara, so be it.
I was taken to her house. What a pigsty I thought. I was taken to my room and leaving the clothes on the bed the ladies left. The girl blew a kiss goodbye. You are small for me. I sat down at the desk. He remembered the instruction of his goddess and began to write down everything he remembered about potions and alchemy in a notebook. Soon I will forget about everything. Its strange to know this. Who will I wake up to? Curiosity played in me. It hasnt been like this for a long time. Start from scratch. Here is the test. He scribbled all over the notebook and fainted.
Chapter 2 The New Me
I woke up with no memories. Touched his head. Cone. Head is spinning.
How did I get here? And who am I? I walked around the room. Things on the bed. Put them on. Comfortable. Notebook. I read it. Strange letters and drawings. I didnt recognize the language. Will I be able to read them. But from the drawings I can understand that these are herbs and flowers. Maybe a potion mix. The author of these drawings is a master. I took a piece of coal and tried to repeat the drawing. I couldnt. It didnt turn out right. I tried to repeat the text. Not my handwriting. Looked around the room. Small but clean, smells like flowers. On the shelf of a book. I could read their name. But I liked one thing more than others, «Raguel the Conqueror of Heights.» Probably an interesting book. Must read. But Im small and couldnt reach the shelves.
Left the room. A beautiful lady stood next to the table and poured tea for a little girl. She dangled her legs merrily and sang a song. I liked them so much. Not knowing what to do, I approached the lady.
Are you my mom? I remember nothing.
Ouch. You have changed. The beautiful aunt put down the teapot and knelt down. Consider me your mother if you wish. You are such a sweet boy. Finally, tell us your name. She hugged me. So nice. So Im at home.
I dont remember. But I like the name Raguel.
Mom means you decided to adopt him. The girl asked happily and approached us.
Irka. He looks so much like my husband. Your folder Victor. He went to war and never returned. Its so hard for us without him. There is not enough money. But I wont give you to anyone. We can handle it.» Auntie began to cry.
Dont cry mom, I wont hurt you. I will try to make sure you dont need anything.
She cried even louder. Thus began my life in this family. There was no one to look for me. Many years later. Im already twenty My knowledge from the notebook, enough to open a shop selling potions. Although I could not repeat many recipes or did not understand at all. Then they opened a big shop. We got rich. And most importantly, I fell in love with Irka. My named friend. We have moved into a big house. From different cities and countries people come to our village for our potions. With my potions. I lived happily. One day I woke up and saw her.
What is my servant? I see youve done well in this world. Said the girl in a white dress, standing next to my bed.
Who are you? Are you a demon? Go away abomination. I shouted. The sight of this succubus with a tail and horns scared me so much.
How embarrassing. Such to say after our sleepless nights together.
Youre a demon. I wouldnt be with you in my life. Ugh. «What a vile creature.
You hurt me alive. Im offended.
Get out. I covered myself with a pillow. He drew a circle around his face. The main gesture of the religion of light.
Haha. You amused me Akbash. Although your name is probably different now.
Im Raguel.
What does your name mean?
Friend of God.
Youre more of a lover. But okay, I like it. You need to get your memory back. You dont remember anything from childhood.
Get out. I remember everything. When I was a child, my parents from the city of Beru left me in the forest. Mom Tamara took me in. I fell in love with her daughter Ira. We are going to get married soon. We have love. Although you creature from the darkness is unknown. «I was so mad at her. It will kill me again and I will not see happiness with my beloved.
Oh, you got a lady. You are cheating on me. Your goddess. Did you make little ones already? Backbiters bloodsucking. Haha.
No, we decided to wait until marriage.
Ugh, how boring. torpor
Im numb. The girl came up and put her hand to my forehead. I remembered everything. Millenniums of darkness. Blood in my throat. A power unimaginable to mortals. Love joys that lasted for years. And most importantly, power over the world. The complete victory of evil. My victory.
My Goddess. «Kneeling down,» I said.
You amused me. It was so funny to watch you all these years. You are so humble. I didnt even peep at Tamara when she was washing. Buka.