Cold air runs across the dark streets of a suburban neighborhood, that feels so, familiar… That familiarity grows, as a man in black robes lies lifeless on the ground; on one side of him, a blood-painted lawn of a family's home, and on the other a brass chalice and silver knife thrown aside, but equally drenched. He was so still, you would have mistaken him for a garbage bag. He was just lying there, with struggles of air as soft as a pin drop on cotton. No thought dared to cross his mind, until… His eyes shot open, and a huge jolt of air rushed into his lungs. Bullnapar was still alive. He coughed with intense vigor and pain, gripping and grabbing the chest of his cloak. He frantically, as if choking, goes to rip his garment apart, and with tumultuous, painful, seething urgency; and once he did, using all of the expired strength he had left, he wished he didn't…
His rib cage. It was so brutally rearranged, Mangled, black and blue. Some of his bones were crushed; others were protruding, pointing outwards, pushing tightly against and stretching out his skin in all directions, like far-reaching claws. Have you ever heard a man scream without lungs? What a terrible site. Every movement a throbbing sting, every twitch a prickly burning, and every second, one that he wished a boulder crushed him rather than to go on one more ANYTHING with this pain… But through all of this. Someone, or rather, something stood in the shade of a tree, concealed by the darkness. A complete silhouette, and a very tall one at that, matching or maybe exceeding the height of our other two anomalous friends. But the strangest thing? It had Purple eyes, yes, instead of red eyes like all other vampire kin, this being had a bright violet that pierced through the abyss like a flashlight.
Bullnapar, upon seeing this sight, was overtaken with some sort of relieving joy that manifested in his expression. He turned over with a grunt to face it, stretching out his hand ready to call out to it. But instead of sound, blood spewed forth from his lips. His fractured ribs are beginning to stab their way into his lungs. Now he was going into shock, but he still held his hand out, as if to say, “Help me!” Every cough was a punch to the gut, every draw of breath raspy. Bullnarpar was soon to die… The Figure called out to him as well, having a distinct feminine maturity, in a tone of seductive nudity, almost mocking, “So my adorable little puppy went out to play and got hurt? awwhhh, How pathetic..” While Bullnapar begins to vomit more blood, the figure stepped forward….
Her skin was a palish gray, yet she was highly attractive, but unchaste in nature. Adorning her slender hourglass body with a black, form fitting leather corset, held with straps and belts; this all lead up to a glossy metal breast plate, although most of her large bosom was exposed. She wore no pants, nor undergarment, only a long black latex loincloth belt, which I fear hid something unholy beneath in, but which also could not fully cover her sizable thighs and backside. On her left leg, a deep purple thigh high legging, also held up by belt straps. She also had long, dark flowing hair, that was black atop and became red at their ends. Black horns protruded from her head. On her back, she bore a pair of colossal bat wings, their presence intimidating, dominating, and outstretched; and on her feet, she brandished tall black high heels, that had fastenings go up her foreleg's. She had black claws for nails, darkness was upon her lips, her teeth were serrated and her fangs comparable to a leopard's, showed through a sadistic grin that desired perversion. Lastly, she stood at a towering nine foot six, and yet had no disproportion's.
She swayed her pelvis in a slow strut, with each step carrying great deliberate patience, asking in a relaxed syrupy mockery, “And what were you doing? All the way out here..? I was getting sooo hungry too, but, i found my delicious darling. Oh- and you're so cute when you scwerm like that!” A violent cough and blood gushed forth from Bullnapar’s mouth like a geyser, the mist of it landed on her face, and her smile grew, licking first her lips, then the rest of her face with a long forked tongue, which briefly revealed her immense fangs… When she finally reached him, tucking her wings together so that they may rest, looking down at him with her hands placed on her hips. He lay there, twitching in pain and blood, trying to reach out for her, literally dying for her to save him… When she saw that his garments had been ripped open, and his pale chest had been mangled, she pouted in a deep moaning degrade, "But i think some needs a lesson..." Suddenly, she forcefully stepped and pushed down directly on it, and the sharp protruding bone fragments were pulled down and burst through his skin, and the hair standing sound of the crunching, mushing, and squishing of internal organs followed. And with this ultimate blow, Bullnapar at last let out a nightmarish scream that soon came to a stop, as roughly seven hundred pounds weighed upon his mutilated chest... Her heel broke through his flesh and anchored into his body with a sharp crunch. Even throughout all of this, he just barely manages to whisper the words out, “M-Master- pl-ease, have mercy. s-save me..” Her head tilts to the side, ginning, her eyes relaxed with a depth of brooding intensity. She took some form of wicked pleasure in afflicting humans with torment, watching creation squirm in pain like a bug, playing with her food before feasting; but she loved those who enjoyed it, being in submission to it, to her, she can have more fun with them. “... Beg for it, my mercy.”
?She pressed down on his chest a tad more to see him scream, to show him that she was serious, "I'm waiting!” He groans aloud, as what's left of his chest structure sits on the brink of cave in. “Rguh! Ah yes- but, ofcourse!” He started talking much faster, “O’ Aastarra! Greatest Nephilim of our clan! How fine is thy beauty!- and lustrous be thy figure! Master, mistress, empress and punisher of men!.. Gahg- Have mercy to spare my life!- For i am unworthy to be eaten nor used be thee for pleasure, for thou, Ruhh-” She roughly twisted her foot one way, pushing his body into the ground, and the sound of breaking flowed it, Ballnapar cried out as she spoke, “All these things I already know, don't bore me with your wining.. Instead, tell me, how much greater am I from my sisters and brothers?” Bullnapar's eyes were starting to go bloodshot from the pressure, but if he just kept it up a little longer, knew he would be healed. But at this point, there were no other options, “Y-Y-YES! Rrgghh-gak. Greater than Raphgon, and all his slaughterous appetite, tortuous wrath and gut pulling fury! Greater than Venus, with all her thousands of arousing jewels- Grah!- and passionate, lustful fertility!” Aastarra lifted her oppression to let him breathe a little. Bullnapar gasped for air and continued, although calming and slowing down, “A-ah yes! Greater than Athenos, and all of his knowledge, all of his wisdom, for- his..- Word is great and all encompassing! But even your vigor and domination, turns his council into foolishness!.. Hehehe... Now, if you may-” Aastarra abruptly turned her foot again the other way, ragdolling him whilst audibly snapping another bone, with more brutal screaming let out. Aastarra, with a drop of impatience in her voice, “I think you're forgetting about someone!..” Now she was putting on the fullness of her seven hundred, enough so that what was before was more desirable, for now he could barely draw breath. “I think that should ring a bell?” He began to kick his legs and grab hers to try and pull it off of him, “Gahh- Ok!- OK!.. Le-.. Let me- speak! Please.. Rgh i beg you!..”
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She let off, but not before grinding her heel against the paved sidewalk below him, viciously pinching the back of his skin and rearranging some organs in the process. He chest at this point was a gaping hole, were you could see all of whats inside him, his heart, punctured lungs, even some of his stomach; and the soul of her heels rested on what was renaming of his sternum. He gasped again and continued, “Yes.. gak, gak-gak! Greater than, the mighty Mellock, king of the clan; whose intense strength is outmatched, by the venom of your breast’s! And whose fearsome sorcery is made mute, by your fortification! All the clan wishes to lay with you!- Ahh- And fight for you!.. If there ever was a war to break out, we humans- and the vampires! Would rush to your aid immediately!. Now please.. If- you. Could..” Bullnapar's eyes began to roll into the back of his head, sweat began to wash over him, he was going into shock.
She went back to smiling, “That's better.. But I still need to discipline you.” Then she swiftly put her entire weight down and crushed his chest cavity, with her foot now fully entered into his body. Bullnapar let out a final wheeze, then passed out… After she was pleased by his pain, she took her blood-covered shoe out of him, walked over to his side, getting down on both knees, picked up his basically lifeless body, and cradled the two of them within her great wings. Placing his head in between her breasts, she began to recite an ancient Ugaritic spell of healing, then a black smoke spewed forth from her hand, and she waved it around his wounds, then around his head, and his eyes slowly opened… His chest began to heal, his fractured rib-cage began to recede and realign back into its place, his lungs repaired to their state of fullness, with the gaping hole in his chest covered again with muscle and made whole. Bullnapar finally, after everything that had happened, drew breath and was glad to be in the arms of his master, rather than under her. She kissed his forehead gently and patted his now restored chest as someone would to an infant. “How's my good little boy doing? Are you feeling better?” Bullnapar looked up to her, “Much better, I thank you greatly, for you have saved my life, O’ Empress of power..” He thereafter kissed her breast plate, as if it were something to be venerated, then kissed her exposed skin. Aastarra smiled with glee, “Good. Because all that work really worked up an appetite, and I'm parched.” She drew forth her elongated tongue and began to lick his neck.
As she did this, Bullnapar willingly submitting to it, he began to get a numb tingling in that region. This is something he enjoyed the most, being food for them, Nephilim and Vampires both have anesthetic saliva, which, depending on the recipient, would leave a pleasurable or intrusive feeling to be had… But then!- He remembered what he wanted to say to Aastarra when she revealed herself in the beginning, when he could not yet speak. While she was about to sink her long fangs into his flesh to drink, he interrupted it abruptly, saying, “Wait! There is something I need to tell you!” She ignored him and continued to seductively lick and kiss his neck, pouting a little, “hmm, can't this, wait until after??..” Bullnapar thrusted her off him again, “No! I must tell you now! No delay!” She sighs and pulls back, looking a little annoyed with her voice reflecting it, “If this isn’t good, ill use my horns this time..” But Bullnapar's boldness only grew in the face of reeling death threats, and his voice mirrored it as well: “There is a vampire out here! One, who dresses like an undertaker, but is so… Strange..” A cataclysmic strike of lightning boomed across and lit up the sky. Aastarra grew upset, “Yeah, And!? Your point? This is Florida and there’s vampires, were in a fucking clan of them-” He interrupted her, in doing this, he knew that he was putting his life on the line, “No! He's different! He.. H-he is a worshiper! A confessor of the false god man Christ!!...”
There was a great silence after the proclamation and sounding… Aastarra looked at him with an intent seriousness as to the claim, fully taking in whether or not he was playing, “What?..” Bullnapar sits upright on his knees and held onto her with urgency, "I'm not playing!-I'm not playing! I saw him, he wore the cross! And it was made of silver!” He shuffled closer to her, “Please believe me! Please, I-i’m not lying! Empress believe me-” She silenced him with a simple and soothing pat on the head, each stroke calmed him down a little more, her black claws running through his shaggy hair, whispering into his ear, "That's right, there’s my good little boy.. Shhhh.. You're so cute when you're flustered!.” She speaks normally, as with one hand pushing him to the ground and clawing to sit on top of him in a cowgirl, completely dwarfing him in her enormous size, “So here's what we're going to do! Well catch this so-called ‘Christian’ vampire.” She gets up with haste, picking up Bullnapar by the foot and hanging him upside down, “Then we'll take him to the Den, have our way with him, and word will spread that i was the one who orchestrated it, that's when all the other Clans will come to respect me!” She lifts him up so that she can give his face one big lick, letting out a moan, “And once they do that, they’ll all side with me to kill and overthrow that bitch Mellock!!!” Another parade of lightning strikes around, and the two ran off into the night together to fix their plot, and do unspeakable things to one another…
Also, be happy you didn't see what Aastarra's loincloth was concealing, for it is an even greater abomination than herself… It's exactly what you think it is, that gigantic, inhuman, monstrosity, that weighed more than, and was as long as Bullnapar's arm...
“Blessed is our God now and forever, and unto the ages of ages.”
“Amen.” (In chorus)
It was morning, and Father Sergei was in full vestments serving the Divine Liturgy. As he stood before the holy altar, in the “flame” so to say, chanting, praying, hymning, and interceding for the rest of the congregation to God, face to face… There was a certain fire in his eyes, a far-off, subtle nagging, a nagging regarding the situation with Daniel, the distant sense that calamity was well on its way. At the moment, he couldn't give much, if any, attention to it, but regardless:
He, stood ready to serve…
DID YOU KNOW THAT!?...
"On her back, she bore a pair of colossal bat wings" - paragraph 4
"as roughly seven hundred pounds weighed down his chest..." - Paragraph 5
Most of Aastarra's weight comes from her wings, for she weighs 600lb on her own, that comes from her natural size, increase in muscle, and heavy bone destiny. Her wings add an extra 100lb for the same reasons, her fully extended wingspan, (Just one wing alone) is 16 feet in length, and 5 feet in height.
But for the moment of her approach, they were up in a V-Formation.
2. "O’ Aastarra! Greatest Nephilim of our clan!" - Paragraph 6
If you know what Nephilim are that's great, if you dont, youll find out. I'm just letting you know that there's some serious
lore implications with this one, epically with the clans and everything. But well cross that bridge when we get there...
3. "A confessor of the false god man Christ!!..." - Paragraph 9
I would be the first to tell you the difference between the use of God and god, and its improper use here. The reason is because actual pagans and harden atheist's use it this way in mockery; Bullnapar, being a literal nephilim, pantheon, and vampire worshiping pagan, doesn't believe in or recognize Christ as the son of God, just that he was only a mere man, and this reflects in his speech.
WELL NOW YOU KNOW!!...
