Today is the day the slave has to show her powers to the master. Eliza aren’t truly sure what power she is good at. Alas, Dmitri started to follow his intrusive thoughts, the thought of wanting to drink Eliza’s blood. He took the nearby knife used for the Blood Of Christ ritual and create a scarring marks that would burst out the blood off Eliza’s throat. He smear those flowy blood with the knife, looks at it with lustful feelings and lick it off from bottom to top.
Dmitri growls and endlessly lets out his gasps. He felt those deadless adrenaline rush runs through him. The taste of his enslaved lover’s blood made him truly realize he felt like a man he is now. Dmitri closes his eyes, visualizing the fresh image within him. He opens his eyes again, look at Eliza with deadly glare, asking.
“ Is your faith stays strong? Or is it broken like fragile bones disguised as a tree branch?” He spilled his humorous question.
“ You are a good experiment servant to me now, beastful postulant. Now today as I may have forgotten to tell you thanks to my centuries old memory, I want you to show me and my members of this Castle what you got, either you figure out your own double-edged sword ability or perish. You are nothing but the same as Darya, that idiot hypocrite woman who left me” Dmitri, projecting his own anger of his wife’s loss and he sat down on the throne, while the rest of vampires gathering from upstairs watching from behind, ready to devour her if she fails.
This moment has becoming rather a torturous moment for Eliza as she truly have no clue on what she has into her. She couldn’t think straight, let alone deciding what power she has.
“ Come on, Eliza! Show the demiseless what you got!” Dmitri shouts, Eliza is stumbled and she stil hasn’t figure out. Rather she look at her reflection, the Ruskyiev-American girl raised as Postulant in Jersey. She, the one who had albino-blond pixie cut hair with a little long edges that shall stay permanent in that way, sharp yet broad nose, big-doe ocean night blue eyes that’s now shifting colors to red when she starves, the very pale yet fair as snow skin she had, now becoming white as corpse after transformation. Alas, her thin lips now becoming white with the set of teeth growing sharp as knife fangs with the dangerous venom for a newborn.
Eliza gets up again, she went closer to the crucifix of Jesus, for a moment she looks at the statue, the statue somewhat made her sense some energy of an entity. Eliza rather feel, there is some hidden demons inside of the statue. She figured out, the statue capability to withhold the evil has been revoked now. Her eyes glows red and within seconds, she is able to lift such a heavy as a small dam statue with her own hands and she make it fall with such a strong force.
The glass of the statues fell down on the floor, bursting into tiny pieces with the blood inside of the statue dripping. Olga who have been watching her actions is in disbelieve on how such a newborn is abled to adapt such a great strength. The last disciple that Dmitri tested couldn’t even do such a great task making Dmitri execute him by ripping out his heart. Somehow, it is not the case for Eliza as Eliza can still grew out new heart even when Dmitri did rip out her heart at first.
Dmitri eyes widened, it gives him rather the flashbacks of the days on how back in the 1700s, Darya is somehow really gentle and as a mother in the palace, she even help the maids lifting up a roasted hog despite her duty is actually an Empress. Dmitri past life, Nikolai used to scolded her for doing so. And now, Dmitri now doubted, is this truly the outcome if only Darya becoming a vampire along with him instead of resurrecting as Eliza Kalinin? Dmitri’s final thought on it enrages him.
He went to Eliza, grabbed her by hair as the demiseless rage in him were unsettled, and he with the strength of the demon wrath punches Eliza on face. Eliza felt that great pain within her hurts as if she is being thrown a heavy rock heated with fire. Dmitri continuously punch her face, as a way to remove away his denial that he couldn’t bear seeing his wife, resurrected yet never know how to stay loyal to him.
Eliza’s face slowly rupturing within every punch. It felt like a sodomistic pain yet feels unreal when she knew the nose ripped and dislocated. As it it is very painful yet felt exposed. He thrown her down when he is done punching her to ruins like a wrath the demon. He hisses, sternly saying “ That is not enough, you must have hidden more, show me!!!” Dmitri is dead serious now with the mystical way of shouting, like a ghoul expanding its vibration towards the mortal.
Eliza rise up, she stares right into Dmitri’s soul, while her wreckage face starts to regenerate again just like a fresh maiden face. She rises again, faith seemingly to dead for now as she deep down felt submitted to Dmitri and she stood on the middle of the ground facing the Dome, on above her, she saw the large portrait of heaven according to bible.
She start to look through it, the bloody tears pooled up as her broken and the damned mind asked “ Why was I never protected? Why is the test given by the Lord is way too great for me to handle,” Eliza slowly asking those questions and there, without realizing, the vision of the portrait on the dome ceiling gets closer to her. Soon, she began to touch the painted ceiling.
She felt nothing, rather bitterness of the current state of her faith, she truly loves what she beliefs yet this fate that gets through her hurts like hell. As she tries to lift her legs, she realized she isn’t on the ground. How could this possibly happen? As it turns out, she is levitating, far away down from the ground. Eliza eyes widen in disbelief. She was taught only angels could fly yet here she is, stuck in the air and only her faithless feeling knows how can she does this.
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Eliza slowly close her eyes, feeling herself descending from the air and now, she feel the ground. She walks around the Castle, looking at each portrait and as soon as she saw the heart in a jar, she accelerate her levitation towards the jar, grabbing it with great force, the glass break into pieces and she greedily puncture the heart with her teeth and drink it off. Her levitation was rather a supernatural force, like a werewolf mauling its prey after jumping from hiding spot.
Anton Kaminsky, the one who purposely placed the relic of an observe heart of the unknown martyr only watches.
“ Newborns, greedy as usual as if they refuse to know who created them,” He said, with the observational and judging opinion he spewed.
Eliza did not catch every word Anton told her, neither listening to Kion’s recap lessons she was taught back in her mortal days during his ethic class. She has set herself to rebirth what the fate has shifted her, just to be with the heaven of sadist for her demised lifetime.
As the moon rises, it slowly turning into blood moon. As Eliza is way too distracted devouring the heart until no of such heavenly liquid left, she felt her throat contracted, as if she had been numbed down. As the neck contracted, the throbbing sensation busted into her body, Eliza looks up with another contraction force. Her big-doe eyes widen as if the eyeballs were going to exit her eye socket.
Her face started off to be producing a crunch-like sounds, indiating a hard and wooden wrinkles, her nose started to edged in front, just like witches portrayed in her lessons back in her Chapel of Fatima’s childhood days. She look on her hands, it is becoming like the arms of an old woman now, but it gets more thinner and the size gets larger and longer. Her hair became longer and much thicker than her current hair. Alas, her feet became like a large, bird-like legs that shoot claws.
She looks at herself on water reflection, she has becoming the another form of herself. She growls and it sounded as if it is a voice of beasts, demons alongside with the sound of the banshee wails and screams of old women in hell. Her visions becoming rather brightened black and white with the background red blood.
Olga became speechless as she is watching, “ She truly has become what fate serves her…”
She smells the strong faint of blood from distance which isn’t in the cathedral, thus she sprint through the biblical glass, breaking it, leaving all vampires alerted to where she is going now.
She runs on booth legs and arms to go hunt for blood she truly needs, like a vampire in its faerie form instead of animals. The baba yaga form is becoming another part of Eliza now. Little, only fate truly knows what kind of beast Eliza will become.
She saw a soldier was doing a guarding, she hid behind a bush, before she sprint against the soldier, biting off his chest and consumed the blood as she pleased. In this form of hers, her greediness increased.
Just as she mauled for blood on each organ more, a butterfly sprint through her eyeballs causing her to scream. She grabbed the butterfly, squash it, but it is deep down vampiric as the butterfly reform again, regenerating its broken body.
The beast backs off from where she is, soon she run and then, the environment becoming much foggy. Only what left is the beast shadows. As Olga who was hunting her down tries to get closer, she tries to touch the physical, just to find our thousands of spiders were crawling. So, this is what the abilities of what Eliza could show herself.
The devourment of the flesh turns Eliza to be fanatic. Each flows of the blood running into her mouth and down her throat made her truly develop the urge in wanting more. As she tries to hunt again, a figure of a man appears before her, someone familiar, more commanding, and the great, Dmitri Stephanov comes again, busting his hand into her chest and took away her heart, the newborn in her beastful form blacked out.
( moments later)
Eliza woke up slowly, the eyes blinking and little did she know, she is now being tied up with the sharp as knife barb wires leaving her slowly bleed while all the whole members, in about hundreds of them are witnessing her hostage, feel rather amused while hiding around the castle.
Each of them were growling, hissing and some also were ready to eat her if she fails. Each of the noises had driven Eliza nothing but the little bit bites of Malice develop within her devilish side of her persona.
Eliza looked around her and her eyes were in dumbfounded and she tries to somehow resist it, but nothing works.
At last, Dmitri from shadows appears and held her by the chin “ Being a defiant little being aren’t you?” He says.
“ You have pushed the castle too much and now see what beastful creature you will become” Dmitri says, the blue eyes switching to the thickening blood red eyes and left one question.
On one particular Sunday mass night, the church as usual gathered with same visitors with the same outfits and same rituals, made of blood and the chant gets rather slowly deviant to the Christ standard of pray
“ O Savior of Christ, the martyr and the blood creator, grant us all the endless lives as the angels and the strength of a fury” Father Viktor Sokolov says, whilst he swings the censer filled with the burnt bones as well as the bitter almonds, that is somewhat deadly to the mortals.
Duke Dmitri as well took part, wearing his orthodox robes and he sprinkled the blood for the attendees. Each of those in the church goes total wilderness with suspicious whispers akin to deviant ways to chant hallelujah.
Eliza on the other hand remains tied by the church pole with barbed wires. Her blood was already dripping endlessly without any limits. Lots of the vampires were ready to devour her; however, by Dmitri’s power as a Duke, she was declared as off limits as Dmitri already set up the consequences those vampires shall get if they touch Eliza.What will Eliza’s fate shall become next?
