These five years have not been kind to this poor new me. Especially when one year counted as 10 years spent in another sort of weird dimension thingie... So, we technically spent 5 years training, but in truth spent 50. Yay me.

Essentially, to sum it all up, one of Master's clones picked me up after the second day and dropped me off inside of a portal, telling me to either die there and be resurrected or just survive for 5 years. Not very efficient if you ask me.

However, I naturally had no time to ask such questions as 'efficiency' when I was running away from 100-meter tall dinosaurs, fire-breathing dragons, giant sea leviathans, swarms of mosquitos the size of cities and he even fucking put vampire hunters there after a couple years in, which for him was only a month after having dropped me.

Well, at least I learned a couple things regarding myself and my powers. First of all, I hate fire and silver. I almost died a couple times to the fire-breathing dragons and after I learned to cope with them, the silver-weilding hunters came in. I still didn't die though miracously.

Well, didn't die doesn't mean not having my head ripped off, being devoured alive, torn in pieces, burned to a crisp, splashed with steel-melting acid, buried alive, drowned and even raped. However, a nice little trick of my race is our ability to literally recover any and all wounds that do not disintegrate us completely or purified by holy magic.

My main form of power comes through the application of my blood manipulation. It's nothing like bloodbending in Avatar though unfortunatly. However, I can crystallize it into a solid form and the more blood I use the stronger it comes out as. 

During my first year, I could barely use it. I still did it sometimes out of instincts, and that was what led to me using it over all my other abilities, which aren't exactly a lot. 

Naturally, I can turn into a bat during night time freely and even during the day, but it's very tiring. In regards to sunlight, it's not a problem as long as I have an umbrella with me, which I built out of blood. If I'm caught without it though, I'd lose 75% of my strenght, which is quite a lot. 

Thus, I survived for 5 years in that god forsken plane where giant beasts roam in huge numbers. At first, I would always run away, but after the third year, I felt that I had enough control over my powers to challenge the beasts. 

I still remember my first kill. It was a snake easily 70 meters long, which in that plane counted as one of the lower-tier monsters. 

I took it by suprise by turning into a bat and attacking it from above with a giant blood fist. That alone did quite a bit of damage, but I also sent hundreds of blood spikes and slashes at it. 

The snake didn't die though and charged at me. I had to make a giant blood shield to block it's advance and when it was busy trying to break through, I turned myself into a bat and crept behind it, where I chained it down and bit it.

It tried to shake me off, but the chains were keeping it nice and grounded. After that, it was as good as dead. I sucked it dry of all of it's blood and then fed the corpse to a colony of bats. 

When I fight, I use blood. That much is obvious, but there's a catch. Where does the blood I use go? Well, I can always recicle any blood I use and when I drink more I simply add it to my pool. When I drink, the blood simply condenses around my heart, making it harder then adamantine

Thus, I came to learn of my biggest weakness the hard way. After the fight with the snake, I began my campaign against every single living being in that place. I killed dragons, titans, leviathans, minotaurs the size of houses, gigantic tigers and much more. 

It sort of turned into a snowball effect, since the more I killed the more blood I took. This gave me confidence, which turned into arrogance. Naturally, I paid for it during a fight against a group of hunters.

I was feeling crappy that day, so I just wanted to kill them all. I thus created a giant blood sphere in the sky and was planning to smash them into nothingness. 

However, that led to my heart not having a lot of blood to protect itself. A hunter got a lucky shot with his crossbow, and it pierced my chest into my heart. They all still died since the pseudo-meteor still completely destroyed them, but I had to use up 1/4 of my blood to quickly repair my wound.

That destroyed all the confidence I had. At the end of the day, my power is all reliant on how much blood I had. That didn't sit well with me, so I began to train my body everyday. 

A nice thing about vampires is that they technically are half-undead, so they have the undead's tipical stamina but aren't just mindless idiots. Well, most vampires aren't at least. This helped since I could just continually train and train. Progress was slow, but when the 5 years mark was reached the improvement could easily be seen.

I had naturally killed every single creature in that place. I also taught myself some techniques I read/saw on animes during my time as a human. First and foremost, blood clones. Pretty self-explanatory, good for distractions and intel gathering. 

That technique did give me some insight into my own body, but nothing major since I had studied myself pretty well by then.

When Master finally teleported me away, he complimented me on not dying even once. He said that only I and Cronus didn't even die once, whilst the two bro's died once and the bitch died twice. Still, it was understandable since they were much squishier then me and Cronus.

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After that, he personally taught me martial arts, swordsmanship, archery, basic magic knowledge and helped me develop my blood manipulation. Each of us 'Generals' spent 15 years taught by his clones and sometimes he made us spar with each other.

However, pairing us up was like putting sniper rifles against shotguns. Meaning that people like Sanahr and Genahr simply aren't designed for close combat, so they would totally get recked by Cronus. Same for Lilith, whilst I did put up somewhat of a fight since I was proficient in all ranges, but I still lost.

By the end of these twenty years we spent into yet another time-disturbed dimension, we each had developed some specialties. Lilith could fuck you up in ways that made death seem like your birthday gift if you give her too much time to do her mind techniques, Cronus would ram you down then punch the living daylight out of you, or me.

Senahr and Genahr were still glass-cannons. Well, more like glass-nuclear bombs. They could each fire a multitude of spells, and even I would have to be careful against them.

As for me, I'm just annoying as fuck to deal with. Blast me apart? I'll just come together. Cut my limbs off? They'll just regrow. That, and my ability to overwhelm enemies with my sheer number of attacks, ranging from spikes to giant meteors. Naturally, even I have a limit, but I just haven't reached it yet~! Hell, I even developed an ability that lets me make a giant blood titan hundreds of meters tall, but it's not really as effective as it sounds.

My personal favourite though is something I stole from the Naruto anime. More specifically, Gaara's sand tsunami, which I createvely named Blood Tsunami. It's pretty self-explanatory...

Then, for 30 years we were all abandoned in one of Master's dimensions once again. This time though, our objective was to conquer the empire there. It wasn't easy, since the empire mostly consisted of elves and some fae. Fae are some kind of mix between fairies and elves, and they were mostly royalty.

We had to disguise ourselves, which was quite hard for Cronus, so he simply did the dirty and secret work. As for me, Senahr, Genahr and Lilly, we disguised ourselves as elves and joined the army.

There, we slowly made our way up the ranks with Lilly being Senahr's wife and Genahr's sister and I was their kid. The two dark elves had to put make-up every day, which annoyed them to no end. Lilly could shapeshift into any humanoid she wanted really, so she was okay. I just had to retreat my fangs and I looked like an elf, although retracting my fangs hurt.

It took us 10 years to finally become generals, and by then we had won quite a number of battles. Most of the credit goes to Cronus, who was aiding us from behind the scenes, but Lilly was unexpectedly really good at planning, so she got some credit too. 

Then, we just kinda waited for an opportunity. The crown was on really good terms with us, and I even became 'friends' with the princess. In all truth, I just really wanted to suck that little virgin dry, as virgins are... tasty, to say the least. 

Then, 14 years after our entrance, a chance appeared. The king led a campaign against a revolting noble, but he actually lost at a major battle. Then, he had to raise taxes in order to win the war, earning the hatred of the commoners.

That was when Cronus and his gang came in. By then, he was known all around the empire as 'Big Boss'. He had a multitude of subordinates, only very few knew who he actually was, and all of those were Lilith's little mind-fucked bitches.

He immediately began to spread the seed of discord, and by the 16th year the populace was out for blood. We, as the one and true heroes, declared the king 'Corrupted by the evil forces' and gathered the army we had led for a decade, who by now were loyal to a fault.

Then, we marched across the lands. We captured cities without destroying nor looting and we helped those in need. By the 20th year, the final battle against the king accoured. 

The king had been pretty much fucked ever since we revolted, but he didn't back down. He first crushed the rebelling noble, then turned around and headed towards us. However, the other nobles weren't so kind as to stay put, and all of them revolted.

In the end, he holed himself up in the capital. Meanwhile, the nobles themselves pledged loyalty to us through promises, bribes and a bit of threatening. It also helped Cronus was sewing terror into them, and only we had the 'power' to defeat his evil forces. Well, Cronus simply told his thugs to run away whenever they saw one of our soldiers, so it wasn't really a power.

Thus, we had everything under our thumb except the capital by the 20th year. We marched our 100 thousand strong army and laid siege or 5 full years. It was not easy to take such a well-defended capital, especially with all of their god damn mages.

Then, they finally surrendered. We had lost over 40.000 men whilst our of their 60.000, they lost 50.000. Normally, in sieges, attackers lose more, but that's not necessarily true with the number advantage, better technological equipment, good generals and even some good old poisoned wells inside the city. Guess who did that? Oh right, it was Cronus.

Our army marched into the city, where we publicly executed the king and his family. I secretely took the princess away, and she was declared to have suicided before capture. 

Then, at first she thought that I had saved her, but quickly thinked otherwise after I showed her my thirsty expression. All that remained of her when I went back was an empty husk of skin and bones.

We then announced ourselves as Senahr being the king, Lilly being the Queen and Genahr was the royal advisor. I was but a lowly princess, but that was fine since I'm not good at politics anyway.

We then spent the next 5 years consolidating our power. During this time, Cronus' gang was 'defeated' by our great army and their leader 'killed' by our newly appointed general, Cronus. 

Then, the 30 years had finally passed. We had learned quite a bit of stuff, but those that benefitted the most were definetly Sanahr and Genahr. Those two spent months holed up researching spells like mad scientists, which is essentially what they are.

Master suddently appeared in the throne room during a meeting, stunning everyone there. He told us that we did a good job and told us that we would leave in 2 days.

We spent those two days massacring the entire empire. We told our armies of 'rebellions' and sent them to kill everyone. The generals were brainwashed by Lilith whilst Senahr and Genahr tested their spells on the capital. Cronus rampaged through the contry the whole time, killing everyone.

Well, it was understandable why they were so bloodthirsty. It was extremely frustrating to have to take over everything peacefully, and we weren't sure if taking over everything by force would actually leave anything to call an 'empire'. So, we had to deal with shitty politics, noble brats and retarded commoners the whole time. The chance to just take revenge was fully welcome.

As for my part, I simply flooded the streets with blood. Whenever someone got caught inside of the tsunami, I would tear them apart or squeezing them into little cubes and add their blood to the tsunami itself. 

Then, Master took us away. By then, a good 30% of the population had succumbed and the 'Heroes' that usually appear when evil like us runs rampant didn't appear yet, so the mission was fully successful. The moment we reached the castle, I ran into my room and immediately went to sleep inside of my blood house. Hey, I spent 50 years running round and about, so I NEEDED some rest. 

Then, the next day Master told me I'd get a servant. I personally never had servants, even as a princess since I risked losing control and eating them, but now he won't die as easily!

Furthermore, it was a handsome virgin. Truly a rare delicacy.