My Covenant - The Vicious Vampire Queen: Chapter 3

“At least they allowed me to take a shower before putting me here.” I was currently located in my new home, according to the king. It was a cellar in the depths of the castle. They forced me to be sprawled out on a board that hung at a forty-five degree angle. There were heavy restraints connected to both arms and feet.

I was completely stuck without any hope of escape. My rank did increase by double after killing the commander. It’s now sitting at sixteen percent. I wonder what will happen after I hit one hundred. It seems like I have to kill to increase it; right now such an act is impossible.

I’ve been lying here in my own personal cage for the past few days waiting for the Pope and Saintess to arrive. Everyone thinks I’m a demon and needs an exorcism. Is a vampire a demon, though? I really have no idea. The better question is if they can wield holy magic and if it can do any damage to my body.

Looking back to the stories I’ve read in my last life was my only solace. They're too afraid to allow me to roam freely within my cell, which forces me to entertain myself by the only thing they have no control over.

Knock knock

I’m not sure why someone is actually knocking on my door. They have me placed in a cell deep underground where no light can reach. It’s very dark within this cramped room when I’m left alone for the night. Not like it matters to me, though, because of my powerful night vision.

Watching the door slide open, I notice a pink-haired girl with blue eyes wearing an all-white dress. The one behind her wore one of those big hats you would see a pope from my last life wear. So I guess I’m about to experience just how upright the Holy Church is in this world.

Following them was the King and a few of my older siblings. I’ve turned into some kind of sideshow that all these bastards like to come and enjoy.

“So this is the demon girl.” The elderly Pope commented with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Hehehe.” I gave a light giggle at his words. “That’s rich coming from someone who is always the most evil person in any fantasy novel.”

“Little demon girl, this isn’t fantasy, but the real world. The Church of Karthegin is the light of the world that devours all evil.”

“That’s something someone evil would say. No one with bad intentions would actually admit to it.” My slight smirk after our exchange got his face to contort. “Mission accomplished,” I cheered.

After our short interaction, he was given a sword from one of the white-patterned knights from behind him. I can only assume those are holy knights.

Without any words or warning, he pierced it deep into my still beating heart. I still don’t understand how a vampire can have a beating heart. Aren’t we considered undead? But it would be quite hard to kill someone with how effective my healing is.

“OUCH… just kidding, haha.” This is my only way to get back at my captors. Some way of getting back the little bit of control I can possibly achieve in this situation.

As he pulled it out, everyone in the room was studying my chest. I’ve yet to hit puberty, so I’m quite flat at the moment. They treat me as if I’m a monster with no gender. They casually lift my shirt up to show everyone within the room my fast-acting regeneration.

“Amazing, that’s faster than our most powerful healing spell.” The Saintess chimed in. Something I find very weird is no one tells me their names, only titles. I know from my past life there were stories about witches who would use people’s names to curse them. Is that why everyone is so wary about giving their full name?

“This is indeed something worth investigating. It seems like this demon has a very fast healing factor, which gives her almost perfect immortality. I would like to run a lot more tests and possibly recreate her reactions.” The Pope said towards the King.

“If you want her, what is your offer?” My sperm donor father is selling me off as if I were just some commodity.

“I will offer you two holy artifacts and two hundred fifty thousand gold.”

“Make it three hundred thousand, and you have a deal. But I want her back in four years because of an idea I have been thinking about over the past few days.”

“What? We have to give her back?” The Pope roared back with disdain.

“Take it or leave it. I know for a fact you’re obsessed with immortality at your late age.” The King crosses his arms, giving off the impression that the negotiations were over.

“Fine, I will have the gold and artifacts sent to you in three days. Can I take her now?”

“Go for it, but just understand that I will become hostile if I’m not paid in three days.”

“Great” With those words, I was completely surrounded by holy knights as my shackles were undone. But with the freedom of one shackle, I received another. I tried everything in my power to escape during my journey to the cathedral, but to no avail.

With all of my newfound strength, I was still unable to get myself out of this dire situation. My only guess is it had to do with my rank. Raising it out of commoner has to be my first object, but how? Option three truly is a hard life…

For the next four years I was subjected to the most brutal experiments imaginable. I would have died a thousand times over if I didn’t have my regenerative healing.

For the first two years, my body was pushed to the very limit. I was stretched apart, limbs cut off, cut thousands upon thousands of times. Each and every time, my body would pull itself back together. When it comes to limb replacement, one would grow back in a day or two. It was literally the same as a certain immortal antihero in his first movie with that baby arm.

After that torture, they had found out my blood was a literal fountain of youth. It would heal and de-age anyone who consumes it. My body became a purifier of blood with them feeding my needs so they can harvest mine. They created the most powerful and profitable potions on the market.

Of course I saw none of that gold. The only thing I can guess is that because I’m a vampire that is actually still alive, my blood is extremely special. But how can they consume it without having any kind of side effects?

For my fifteenth and sixteenth years, as I was growing into my body, the Kingdom of the sperm donor and the Church of Karthegin went to war with each other. Both wanted custody over my body for obvious greedy reasons.

The King pulling the daughter card and the Church pulling the he threw away his daughter card. Serves them right; I hope they destroy each other because fuck them. I’m the one suffering, being in a constant state of anemia. My healing factor keeps me alive well enough, but nothing like if I had a constant flow of blood that doesn’t get taken away from me.

Not one time did anyone ever feel sorry for me or try to reach out. The only type of reactions I would ever see was disgust or fear. Over the years I was losing my grasp on reality. I started seeing myself for what I am and creating a permanent divide from the humans of this world. In my eyes these people were the demons.

I always created a tick of my own design with all the pain I’ve had to endure. Instead of screaming, I would instead laugh hysterically as if I had lost my mind. My favorite pastime was imagining how I would kill the next person who entered my small ten-by-ten cell.

There were a few incidents where someone tried to use my body as sexual relief. I would always find the strength within myself to break my bonds and brutally murder the offender. My first move would always be the twig and berries removal by nail claw. I could extend out my nails that would turn as sharp as any sword, proving castration to be but a flick of the wrist.

After that I would slice off all his limbs and throw him in a corner. His screams being the sweet music to my ears as he bleeds out pathetically in the corner.

When they come to put me back in their shackles, I’m usually able to take out a few of their guards before they get me back under control. I’m so close to evolving out of the commoner rank. I can’t wait! It’s going to be a great birthday present.

The holy church actually fought back the kingdom of my birth to claim rights over me. So I continued being a blood donor to the rich and powerful. That was until my eighteenth birthday. I was currently one percent away from ranking up. Just one kill and I could possibly learn something that would get me out of here.

As the clock struck midnight on my eighteenth birthday, there was a sudden explosion of light within my cell. It was my choker necklace with the blue sapphire gem in the center. I’ve had this necklace for as long as I’ve been alive. It’s something that people have tried to remove from my body multiple times, but it won’t budge. Hopefully, the mystery of the necklace is about to be solved.

A projection of a beautiful lady emerged who had a very similar appearance to mine.

“Hello daughter, if you’re seeing this that means I’ve died a long time ago. It’s the greatest regret of my life that I will not be able to see you grow up. Just know it isn’t your fault. I choose to have you, and my death was the result of my own decisions.”

Hmm… so that’s what happened to my mother. She died because of having me. Well, that’s depressing. It would have been nice to spend a little time with her. To have some kind of real affection that isn’t faked, like those maids in my younger years.

“During my pregnancy I had dreams that would show me depictions of the future. That you would bring real change to the world and your enemies would fall before you. I’m not sure how I feel about my daughter becoming an infamous killer, but if that’s what your heart feels is the right decision, I support you.”

So, she could actually see the future. Like it was fate, I chose the third option and became her daughter to accomplish whatever it is I will achieve in the future. To blindly support their child no matter the decision. Is this what true familial love looks like?

“I’ve also had a conversation with the one who brought you here.”

My mind went blank at her last statement.

“I was told about your past in a place called Earth and about how you will change upon your birth into this world. Just know I will always see you as my child until the end of time and wish the best for you. That knowledge about your existence is what gave me the strength to carry on with the pregnancy. The constant harassment was bearable knowing what I would bring into this world.”

It really pains me that I didn’t at least get to spend a little time with such an amazing woman. I would give anything to just hug her once. To have such faith in me to give up her life so I could be born into this world.

“All I ask is to give that wretched kingdom of your father's a reckoning. But, at the same time, please be safe and live a long, fulfilling life. Hopefully at some point in the future, we could meet and talk about what you've been through. Before I go, I want to give you your name. Knowing that bastard of a man, who would force himself on an innocent maid, would probably never give you one. I love you, my daughter, Selene Voltaire.”

After receiving the loving wishes of my birth mother, I felt something change within my body. This interaction had pushed my percentage to one hundred percent!