Army of the Damned

VOLUME 11 Chapter 7

 A beautiful golden sword was being lifted, the armored hands of crimson knights in their bulky plate armor kneeling before a stage, with a red carpet underneath them, inside a large room of marble, gemstones, and diamonds. Rising from a Queen sized bed, two busty Maids pull the sheets on its canopy of Bronze and Silver. Revealing a long sparkling golden blonde hair. "Your Majesty, the Queen. As requested, we present to you the weapon of the first Knight of Man. Gram." The ornate sword of gold and blue sapphire was a true spectacle to behold, capable of emitting its own holy aura, its polish enough to blind an unsuspecting man.

"Hmmm... haaaaa..."

Echoes of the voice of a deep womanly voice fill the room as the blankets turn over and to the sight of the Knight was their Queen, without a single cloth to cover her body as she slowly crawls on all fours towards the front of her bed. The Crimson Warriors lifted it closer to her as they lowered their heads even more. Her slender fingers slowly caressing its pommel, sensually reaching its hilt as she violently takes it from them.

"Ah, a sword worthy of dosts' beauty. Tell'eth me, Knight."

"Yes, Your Majesty, the Queen!"

"Have thou ever challenged a Hero of man?"

"I've yet to experience such glory in battle, Your Majesty, the Queen!"

"Then, are thee prepareth to follow one to the depths of mankind's futility? Where they can rise against all odds?"

"For three years we've subjected the Kingdoms of Man, Elf, and Demon under the fist of the Vampires. The Heroes of Man shall not be victorious against us, not with us the Crimson Knights of Her Beauty!"

"Good. Leaveth me, my Knights. Tell your peasants, your weapon bearers and grunts to assemble tonight. Victoria, Lara. Give me the purple one."

Black. Without a single thing for one to see, the images fade to none as a new is ushered in. Beholden infront of her, inside her Kingdom. The Kingdom that was supposed to last forever, now burning and in ruins. As she, the last standing Noble of the Vampires stood before a human man. Brimming with confidence, his eyes full of hope, wisdom and love. Though his face was bloodied, ashened and bruised. He and his party from all the sentient races of Threa faced her.

Laying infront of the woman was the corpse of the King of Vampires, his body mangled and burned. Even as she looked, the carcass of the man she spent a thousand years with faithfully now lay smoking and oozing with flames.

"QUEEN OF THE VAMPIRES! I'VE COME TO END YOUR TERROR!"

"Ahhhhh.... Ahhhhhh...." her face was flushed, but not with fury or anger. But with lust and pleasure as the world around her falls into ruin. "Man... Man and its struggle, Man and its weaknesses, Man and its uselessness, Man and its emptiness. Tell me Human, after you've killed all Vampires, just as the Kingdoms before you tried over and over again, what will you do?"

"I don't intend to do that!"

Appearing behind the Hero was the Houses of her Kingdom, wearing there most luxurious ensembles, looking as lavish as ever as they kneeled to her.

"Ahhhhh... how pitiful I've become. To think the very Lords that me and my King shared our blood with now turned their backs to the Kingdom they built from the ground up. The Minuits, Dreyfus, Voltaires, and Charlemagnes... Charlemagnes... how... insolent of thee to turn thou's back to the very King that created your House and gave you free reign to enter the Houses of Lords."

One of the Vampires wearing a blue and gold Nobleman's attire stood up from his kneeled position.

"Your Majesty, My Queen. I apologize, truly. But the dream must end, we know you wanted to better us, give us the ability to reproduce without needing to bite the flesh of a Non Vampire. But look around you, it has bought us nothing but ruin. We share your sorrow, your sadness, and loneliness to the situation of our species. But as Sir Brownley has said, we cannot fall into anything lower than this."