( The 17th century)
There lived the young emperor, as young as in his twenties yet he is a powerful ruler of the Chistyakov Empire of Rus’ for his age. Born and raised in St’ Petersburg’s winter palace, he has been known as an intelligent child compared to the rest of the children of nobility . Well-aware of ongoing current issues, he had deep interests in his surroundings, able to form his own view of thoughts as well as not afraid to speak up as well as having a good structure of speech for his young age. He is somehow considered truly good-looking to the Kingdom of Rus’ citizens. He had a blackened slick short hair the members of the palace always trimmed when it grew on his neck level, full beard around his facial structure part with slick moustache for a young emperor as him alongside with night-blue eyes that has always been his signature with hint of crimson reddish yet healthy skin for a slavic man. His nose was truly naturally sharp and sculpted yet delicate looking, his lips were thin and his body was buff with big hands he had.
His name is Tsar Nikolai Chistyakov, the male heir of the heavily devout Royal Orthodox Rus’s family. He has been completing his bible testaments at the age of nine and he has been reading the law books his father, Tsar Mikhail gifted to him. He is also a skillful horseback rider and jouster.
Soon as he grew up, there on mission of observing the life of the snow people in Yakutsk territory of Kingdom of Rus’, he met the young woman with reddened cheeks, albino-colored blonde hair, big blue baby eyes, thin lips, sharp yet broaden nose, adorable smile and the body size small as a rose tree , whom he never know will be the love of his life.
At first, he was hesitant to start a talk with her due his mindset being in mission. However, soon enough, he finally took his chance to talk to her. At first, they started off as friends. The young emperor at the time learned about Yakutsk culture from her. Hitherto the day comes, he proposed to her in the middle of the winter in front of the church.
He marries his dearest woman of snow, Darya Seryabkina who had always been such an amazing woman with her own sense of self, good listener, the healer without any magic attempt as well as a gentle yet bold woman. Soon they were blessed with five children. Four daughters and one son who is the youngest.
The twenty-fourDarya carries the child duty as an empress while the young Tsar Nikolai, now 27 would spend his time managing the nation's needs as well as enhancing the military for resources and doing diplomatic work. Alas, when he is off duty he would spend his time with his princesses and prince. The family had such a blessing and fulfilling life. Tsar Nikolai was such a man living in every man’s dream. Great job as a ruler, a wife, children and family in general.
The year 1718, the civil war has approaching.
“ Darling, the cold times are coming now, weren’t we supposed to immigrate elsewhere for a moment?” The anxious Darya, worrying about her husband and children’s safety asks with subtle fear in her eyes.
“ Love, you and our children will be taken by the royal to my relatives residing place in England, they’ll be here at any moment, its alright, they’ll be here at any moment in no time, I promise, However I care about our people so I shall stay here” He says, pulling her into a hug.
“ But what about you? Please don’t do this, I am very worried of you. I-I c-can’t bear to lose you! I couldn’t bear seeing our children live without their father by their side” Darya is at verge of tears now.
“ Love, Love look at me!” Nikolai commanded “ No matter what happens, or even when I am not around, I will always be with you and our children even our unborn” He says whilst he slowly placed his hands on the pregnant bump of Darya’s. Darya burst into tears and cried onto his grasp.
One cold night of the palace, the Chistyakovs family were laying against each other as they sleep during those upcoming cold and dark times. Then, the door were knocked by whom Tsar Nikolai assumed as the royal guards who will taken his wife and children to be sail to Europe. He voluntarily opens the door whilst he advised his children to shelter on the mother, he spoke to the people who gathered.
“ We will bring you to the harbour, you have to follow us,” They said.
Nikolai thought for a moment, and he brings his kids to them after doubting them. He kept his children warm and held his pregnant empress Darya along. They were brought to the cellar which has the safety tunnel used for royal emergency times.
They arrived just at the tunnel where there is an exit with wooden door. Nikolai can sense something wrong immediately keep his dominant self steady. The whole guards and the other men, seemingly like military troops with long tailcoats and the fury round hat gathered, and the man, whom Tsar Nikolai himself trusted, his lieutenant of palace, Lieutenant Igor pulls out the paper roll with a golden handle and reads out loud.
The little children were helding each other, sheltered with the pregnant Empress Darya.
“Your beloved European relatives, consists of the ones from England and France, all tried to keep your spouse and children’s safety for good, which is somehow, a null and void to us the Tchaikovsky servants, your whole empire will end here, your citizens perhaps will witness the new revolution while your heirs…. Disappears… “
Nikolai yells “ WHAT ABSURDS ARE YOU IMPLYING ON ME!?!?!?” he’s at the verge of tempers now while Darya is shaky while protecting the children.
“ By all means, we can’t let them come here and save you, we must slaughter all of you” Says Lieutenant Igor. All troops gets their modeled snipers ready, lounging exactly on fatal points of their bodies. Nikolai wholeheartedly as a husband and father couldn’t let them happen, he lunge to the front screaming “ NOOOOOOO-” last moment as the bullet goes into his skull and falls on the ground. One of his eyes pours a tear down as a fallen flowers.
positioning view right in front of witnessing his vulnerable children, childbearing wife collectively screams hysterically in agonizing striking fear as the bullets synch onto their whole body, starting on chest, neck, skull as well as worse, stomach. And all is left, the ashes from the impact of gunfire.
“ D-darya…..” he whisper slowly, at verge of death toll on him whilst meekly reaches for her, all visions became blurry his eyes closed.
“ Great riddance as promised,” Igor said whilst laughs in whispered.
“ What to do now? He’s a damn saint! Lets bury him at that colored abandoned basilica-castle from ancient times,” Igor says leaving the troops laughs.
There, their bodies were pulled all the way in the midnight of a full supermoon into the Basilica-Castle of Divulged Blood, the colorful yet left abandoned. Each dead body was placed inside of the golden coffin that seems overly fancy as a mockery of him as a saint when they in fact believe he is in hell with families burnt by God because where they buried is blasphemy, to them. The coffin were truly inappropriately thrown under the hole that was a well and were buried with filthy soil from the farm.
Soon after this black fuel was added and the soil was being burnt whilst the men laughed with joy. Hours later, the fires were worn out, leaving blackened ground among the areas that are all painted, dark and dull in an abandoned environment. The time keeps on ticking much more as time goes by.
The Tchaikovsky family soon revolutionised the Kingdom of Chistyakov Empire that has been going on for centuries since ancient times into the Royal Nation of Ruskyiev, promising the brighter future for the heirs and the tradition must go on.
While the last devoted Orthodox Chitsyakov family? Left null and void in church sites with the haunting Gregorian bells ringing among them. It goes on for another month, when the reign of Duke Adrian of Ruskyiev goes on. As the night after coronation ended, the supermoon blasted again, the color of it is red and somehow, it shines right through the blackened soil where it is the part Nikolai is buried. It shines through until it reaches the decayed’s vision. Soon enough, the venoms from the hollow spirits seeps through his veins, as if it is truly the divine gift from vamps hollow, the body which previously was him a complete man with testosterone of hairy on face and body and larger frame has transformed rather into slendered, clean faced, his mouth became delicate and feminine-adjacent. But, don’t ever judge by the frame and size, those venoms endlessly worked through the physical to become invincible.
He slams the coffin’s ceiling endlessly, producing every loud bangs, that will slowly grow its volume from outside until the ground explodes and he screams all his demiseless body might. Echoing the whole large building and his eyes flowed with bloody tears with an outstanding miserable face he had on.
“ Everything… was taken away from me… All that left, is my misery remain demiseless… setting to become what the bloodied purity has created me…” He says to himself before letting out a breath.
His breath from the force of the vamp hollows hitches and he looks at himself, delicate, meek and effeminate yet has the superhuman strength beyond the humanized ability, he crawls and gets up, digging through his wife and children’s grave that has been filth. He found the remains of Darya, still clean and clear as crystal. He withheld her and in the name of father, son and holy spirit, he swore to the lady of Fatima, mother of Jesus, he truly wanted to feel her even when death tore them apart. Tragically, the body then slowly melts and dissolves into rose petals made of flesh within seconds and all that was left was only liquids that’s been gone, nothing…
He thrown the coffin lid across the Basilica wall, causing it to crash into pieces and he screams louder endlessly until the bats flew out within lightspeed out of deafness and he began to take each coffins with both outstanding strength and he thrown each of them to make it break into pieces and he as well grew nails sharper, body became much more painfully agonizing and fangs grew, as he look up to the blood moon whilst looking at his hands, he realized, he has becoming a vampire.
He creates a horrifying growl known to a man , without realizing some bishops and priest saw him, they were horrified and place crucifix on him. He gets closer to them, nothing works, not even crossing. Rather, the energy of the holy cross surge through him, giving the power known to a man. He grabbed their arms, twisted it and melted the cross with one glare. As he opens his mouth wide, revealing the fangs accompanied with endless razor sharp teeth, he eats their head out and immediately squishes out those blood from the mincing blood-sucking. and lunges at another one, mutilating them whilst filling his endless lust with good compiled bloods.
He began crawling very fast outside and then began his hunts on men, women and children who were nearby, endlessly devouring them.
( The year 1724)
Swetlana Yulian, known as the good student who is always silent among all girls at the St Romana All girls school, does nothing except spending her whole time reading books and succeed in exam and manage to make the nuns loved her. Deep down without realizing when she is in her own peace of silence, she caused some classmates of hers to envy her to death. One good night, she is holding her books, walks alone to reach her home where she lived with her babushka. She is at the state of introspection walking alone at dark night on peaceful road.
However, some figures of two and three followed her very silently. None of their footsteps were heard until a leg of someone is lifted and she is being kicked on the back by the familiar girl “ Eat rubbish, you shameless wench!” A cruel classmate said out of. Swetlana tries to reach for her books whimpering slowly in pain as agonizing as she bear.
Before she knew it, a knife from each of the three girls were out of their pockets and they endlessly stabbed Swetlana from the back. All Swelana could do is bit her lips until it bled until she sees red, from those opened agonizing wound. The girls had fulfilled moment with their cruel action. Hitherto, a figure of a man is behind them. They had distracted happiness until one of their arms were ripped off and their blood were sucked off. The two other girls screamed their lungs out and tries to run. It is all just for the man to appear in front of them and ripped out their windpipe before drink all their blood until nothing is left, rather plain.
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He noticed the already dead young eighteen year old Swetlana. He walks to him, lay his fangs onto her throat and transmit the reddish fluid of venom which helps rotten her flesh, and rot in question are rather vessels to make her demiseless. Soon enough, she woke up in blackened eyes with red pupils and stood up not feeling starvation.
( Year 1728)
A failed priest, who was ostracized by his disciples due to his own way of teaching, becoming severely depressed. It adds much burden when church decided to declared his duty as null and void due to his research on how sins are unavoidable. He donut much of his ability.
“ We are sorry, Father Viktor, we could no longer have you,” declared his beloved senior who was like his father. Just as that, he is isolated.
He has nothing to eat, is too poor and has no parents nor spouse or children due to how his past lover refuse to continue the relationship because of his priesthood. Sokolov spent his last days weeping in his chamber, releasing all the pain of self-hatred and the endless rage of the church refusing to give him the chance to hear him out nor follow what he says for once.
he tied up the rope in his barn. He soon slowly climb up the small stairs his late mother used to sit on to peel potatoes. He placed the rope around his neck, tied it shut. He whimpered in fear yet looks upwards whilst saying.
“ In the name of Jesus of Nazareth and Mother, I shall surrender myself as the martyr” He said as he skipped the stairs and violently jolted his own lower body. Within seconds, his neck produced a loud shattering bone snaps. Hitherto, instant death were the period of his lifespan. Books, complete and incomplete written works he has wrote were left in dust while the face of his death displaying the sorrows his soul carried forever.
A shadow of the emperor, now comprising himself as Duke Dmitri Stephanov observe the miserable dead body. He move the Priest’s hair a bit, to see the complete face of the dead body. He held the snapped neck that’s been cracked into two and the body and he bite the gap between the broken section. By blackened miracle, it fixed together and the priest is jolted awake with reddish eyes and larger sharp fangs.
( Year 1734)
A woman was thrown out of her mansion, cracked skull flows out some blood whilst she said “ One…more....time” as if she is begging to live for a second time.
Olga Katerina’s life was good to be true. She is nothing but pure and innocent-like behavior akin to a child young woman who is a happy-go-lucky woman everyday who would wake up and greet good morning to villagers around the area of Chelyabinsk.
On one particular day, she was wandering around the strawberry farm. Childlike innocence lights up and soon her smart-child instinct sees a biggest strawberry. She immediately waddles over like a six year old and tries to measure it. It is as big as her palm. Olga bent herself down, picked up the strawberry, observed it very innocently and she ate it. The sweet taste that filled her mouth made her murmur loudly out of happiness. She picks a few more and eats it , feeling just as free as a butterfly. When one butterfly lands, she gasp in excitement and lends her hands, letting the butterfly refuge.
“ Hello there~” the innocent Olga greeted. At that moment, it truly shows how a heart remains fresh as a child.
One day, Olga came home after picking fruits at the garden and her father introduced her to a businessman named Lev, 34 who has been observing Olga and eventually falling in love with the 17 year old. He asked;
“ Olga, this is Lev Ivanov, would you love to marry him?” He asked.
Olga dropped her basket, she would imagine such a lovely wedding with lots of flowers surrounding them, the touch of a man she would feel when bonding as well as having daughters to dress on! Olga’s heart burst into millions of flying butterflies and without hesitation, she proudly said “ Yes… YES YES I DO WOULD LOVE TO MARRY HIM, PAPA!!!” says Olga happily. Lev is known to deemed as arrogant by people o
She was blessed to have an arrogant husband who is actually a sweet gentleman to her due to power of her kindness and childishness essence and her best friend Maya who had always been very supportive of her growth since she was a little girl searching for bears together in forest and shared bread when Olga’s mother used to stabbed her eye for being mischievous over stealing cheese back when she was a mischievous little girl.
The day Olga knew she was pregnant after her marriage at eighteen, Lev is more than happy for her when she hopped her feet and squealed like a child whilst she rubbed her belly and let Lev do it.
She was only six months pregnant and sewed as well as crocheted the pink outfits for the baby after it was declared by the doctor who visited as a girl. Even during pregnancy days, she is always very childlike which is why her father marries her off yet Olga doesn’t mind and loves the idea.
“ Are you crafting?” Lev, who had come home from his posting job lay close to heavily pregnant Olga, kissed on her cheeks.
“ Well, I need things to be sorted out for our Misha,” she said, giggling in happiness. Misha by Ruskyiev’s language means “ darling” and is special for girls as it is believed girls are innocent creations full of wonders.
On a mundane day, Olga was watering her garden. when the sudden contraction burst, she held her belly and groaned in agony, then screamed whilst throat contracted and thus, the waterfall blood spread on the floor.
She was taken to the doctor, and as she woke up she asked “ Where is my Misha?” Olga asked, as still a hopeful mother as she is.
“ Your child.. is gone…” The doctor declared.
“ no…” Olga was stunned, tears pooling and Lev gave her a touching reassurance.
“ We will try again, alright? “ he said, with a sweet gentleman tone at this point reassuring she will have hope.
Alas, she one day came home from the hospital after she was discharged of miscarriage . All that happen was she had just miscarriage a baby from a disease and her husband who had been arrogant cheated on her with her best friend whilst she came home from hospital daily checkups.
“ Are you not lying!? I SACRIFICE WHAT I CAN FOR US AND FUTURE HEIR-”
“ BUT THE HEIR IS DEAD, OLGA!” He yelled. Olga stumbled and she looked in the direction of the nursery she had built for her future daughter, Misha. The surrounding became quiet, tears pooling on her and she took her things and says “ I am going to my father’s” Olga said whilst she wiped her tears and took her steps off the place. Deep she did not know, the husband and bestfriend pulled her hair to stop her and the body of hers reach the balcony, tall as thirty foot from ground and the bestfriend, Maya whom she considered as sister pushed her down.
Now she is laying dead as if she is sleeping, Swetlana places her lips closer and slowly pricks her fangs into her, ensuring it is pricked along with the thick artery veins linked to her neck as a way to resurrect her permanently . Swetlana brought her to her house hidden in an abandoned barn where Swetlana kept the various collections of her dresses she designed herself . And Olga, now a newborn vampire, prefers a black wedding dress, frilly with a blackened veil of spider webs and formally black with shiny fabric like glitters. Her eyes brightened red much more as Swetlana applied makeup on her, with dead ashes as compact powder, red lipstick from a dead body of a farmer Swetlana created and froze it.
One night, the husband is all enjoying herself with Maya , committing adultery. Soon, a knock comes out. Maya grumbles “ What an absolute trouble!” She complained just to open the door and fall back down, in disbelief at what she was seeing.
“ Hello, Maya, having much fun with my husband?” Olga says before she exposed her fangs and ripped off Maya’s half of head with her big hand force. The husband were horrified seeing what Olga in a funeral-like wedding dress is doing, Olga slowly glares at him.
“ My dearest husband, Lev, did you miss me and our dead Misha? You promised me we tried again, aren’t we” She asked while smirking wide and laughed hysterically just like her inner mischievous girl. Without any warning, she devoured his blood through his throat until no blood left.
( Year 1746)
The nobleman, Ivan Lukyanov, known for his elegance yet incredible intelligence is truly admired by the people of Novosibirks, his own birth home where he was born and raised there. He has an enthusiastic heart to study about women thus contributing all his work to produced the best art pieces. He is as well an amazing gifted opera singer and has always been on shows as well as the theater for the aristocrats from all over Europe. He has made endless of dimes and somehow made his name very well-known.
One day the posters were being displayed all over Europe for the upcoming “ The night of Moscow Romance” theatre where Ivan played as a knight savior of the Ruskyiev empire looking for his miraculous helpless woman to be able to live a happy married life. The theatre covers various musical singing and Ivan who is an experienced opera singer since he was twelve has always does his daily routine for his voice.
Ivan also attended various noble events in England, France, Germany, Belgium and Luxembourg. He was always talked a lot all across Europe and a lot of women around Ruskyiev were in love with his timeless visuals. His sculpted gentle nose of a woman, his intimidating yet very charming eyes, his sensual lips and his healthy ebony black hair has made him the most handsome man of Ruskyiev during the early 1740s. Lukyan also went to an institution in St Petersburg in music, literature and drama studies in which his intelligence is as absolute as the famous literature writers and other renowned opera singers. Despite his incredible Ruskyiev’s literature, he is fluent in French, German, English, Dutch and Latin.
After his tenth theater success, Ivan finally felt free and he planned to indulge himself into painting and he will be residing in France soon. Deep down he may not know, a friend of him, the fellow opera singer who is ranked below him has always kept a malice against him.
“ Really? A fresh grape? How generous of you, Mark!” He says, gladly .
He devoured it with the scrumptiousness he had, without knowing deep down it is the horrendous wild moonseed grapes Mark traded with the huntsman who sold it off. Just as he walks with Mark at night street during winter, he feels slow and soon, outrageous pain coming below his abdomen. He started to vomit blood. Mark on the other hand enjoys seeing his suffering when being at the door of the afterlife. Until, a hand snatched Mark’s in the bush and Mark screams in agony as his body is being ripped off into pieces and his vessels are being sucked off for blood.
Viktor and Olga sniff the body of the nobleman. And they find the passageway of where the poison started spread and they extracted off the poison, replacing with the blooded venom and the man gasps the hardest in his death until he grew fangs and claws sharpening and his body jolted before he is awake as a hungry beast of blood.
“ From now on, you are, Kion Nazarev,” Duke Dmitri held his chin, stare deep into his red eyes and Kion could only growls his demiseless lungs out. Kion stared his reddened eyes into him, nodding slowly like a prince complying himself to the king.
( Year 1750)
The Kaminsky family were rather the jewish refugees seeking warmth in the Royal Empire of Ruskyiev’ and raised six children with Anton as the breadwinner of the family who had to provide for the vulnerable Jewish parents and little siblings. He has completely eliminated his ancestry’s Judaism practice and follows the Rus one instead. He was always overlooked by the fellow people around as strange as well as everyone viewing the Jews as rather, immigrants.
Yet, growing up he could speak both Ruskyiev and Hebrew language. His upbringing made him lucky as they let him survive despite those inner pains the society had given to them.
Anton woke up, has a bag of mails he shall send with his bicycle that has small tire on back and big one in front. Lots of postmans in his age preferred the wooden ones with similar sized wheels while him? He has a passion on such beautiful bicycle as he believe height of it itself could increase his love for adventure. Anton pedal the bicycle quick, greeting every of the neighborhood whilst passing by the envelopes as well as gifts wrapped in postmail brown papers. The amounts of envelopes each days were endless making Anton wanders around more neighborhoods as well as the whole large area.
At last, he has to pedal on the hill for the last mail he is giving to the house of a fellow Jew– a woman who has a newborn child that has contracted malaria. She held the baby with tears on her cheeks while her eyes were obviously yellow from the illness and reddish from endless crying and the baby’s skin turning deviantly yellowish while the throat dried from endless crying. The woman cried her heart out, passed the baby to Anton and spoke in hebrew;
“ Please help me, I just arrived here with hopes of making better continuous lives for my generation but days later I have no idea what has happened to my beloved little one, he has been very sick and feeble. I wanted to get help yet I haven’t been able to spoke the language of this land.. PLEASE I BEG YOU PARDON,” The woman cries badly and she knelt down in front of Anton who held the baby and is very confused yet he can’t say no because he believes it isn’t nice and rude to say such things.
Anton ran to get doctors far from the area and he did what he could to get the lady and the baby saved. He went home eating challah his mother had baked for him to celebrate his achievement in sending a sack full of letters and went to nap for next day.
Days has passes, Anton had felt nothing but endless sweats despite he aways took baths as well as trembling body yet he push himself to send letters. Another days had passed he became extremely fatigue he unabled to go to work. He truly doesn’t want to take a day off as he is afraid he will be dismissed and he in fact already faced his own wars of being Jew in a royal slavic land since he was a toddler. The moment on a particular day he tries to carry two sacks of envelopes to send to endless neighborhood, he rode and force himself to resilient only for him to fall off his bicycle halfway the neighborhood with only one and half of sack of envelopes left and the neighbours brought him to the hospital nearby where he spent his agony days. He was confirmed to be diagnosed with malaria and in fact such deadly disease has spread all across the Royal Empire of Ruskyiev. His parents and his siblings had passed away at home, unnoticed while Anton, his eyes were barely closed as he thought of nothing but the wish to come home and eat his mother’s challah with wine again. He gripped the bedsheets in anger and cries his heart out realizing he is unable to walk nor get up.
On his usual days from now, more and more citizens that have caught this deadly disease surround him and the beds orders were very uneven as the spreads were very fast and they required more and more spaces to treat the sicks. Lots of nurses and doctors as well died shortly after as well as the patients who were admitted after Anton. Anton’s lips were very sickly pale, body stiffened from the shock of the disease that has endlessly spread throughout his body and his lungs has became rotten for him to be able to breathe properly and the muscles were truly feeble and he couldn’t move to even eat syrup.
Days has passed, people around Anton has died in unisons more and more and the medical members who were all now in bird-liked mask with iron uniforms transferred Anton into isolated room in hopes to see him stay alive as everyone were speechless on how he could still withstand with malaria for more than two years being bedridden?
As the night of the hollow goes on, the collective group of the nightmareful vampires are gathering, circling among the patient of malaria who is at the verge of his death. Unable to speak, eyes rolled up and breath hitches as afterlife is calling. “The name is Anton Kaminsky, a Rus’s Jew,” says Sokolov to Dmitri. The demiseless collectively gathered around, each of them biting him and giving him their venoms, all enough to turn him demiseless as they are.
As a result, his body jolted and his eyes remained open while his body stopped functioning. The vampires looked at each other.
“ We failed…” Olga says, frowning.
“ Some near-death humans are never meant to be saved..” Says Kion as he learns.
Soon after, a death- rattle is produced accompany with high pitch growls. The eyes opened wide with reddening eyes and he hiss at the whole vampires . All of them growls at him in return whilst restraining him from the impulsive coordination of a newborn. His fangs were growing from the canine teeth, he grabbed the bed and threw it across the wall and endlessly crawling all over the place and breaking whatever is around him. Anton Kaminsky, has turned his wish for his mother’s feast rather than a blood devourment life as a beast he has become.
Together, the six of them walks in the bloodied sinful paths of where the bible won’t mention for specific, demiseless…
