The arrival of Dracula was a shock to all of the European kingdoms, he was a myth, something that the kingdom of Wallachia would tell stories about, a vampire so powerful that the Huns were wiped out to satisfy him, eastern Europe was rarely inhabited because of him, a vampire that even transcended the average lifespan of a vampire, that of 200 years, he was estimated to have been 500 years old, some even thought that he was immortal, as such he amassed a large following of many different creatures of the realm, vampires, werewolves, gorgons, cyclops, even humans.
He disappeared ever since the eastern roman empire trained vampire hunters, people with extraordinary abilities who had extensive knowledge on vampires, werewolves and all the creatures that followed him.
No one knew where he went, some thought he was finally killed, others thought he was hiding, waiting for his chance to strike, and some claimed he was a myth, that he was just a criminal vampire with a huge record whose exploits were exaggerated, those who thought so were proven wrong after his return in the raid on that village.
Ever since then, the 12th century after the birth of Christ was known as the fateful day that Dracula took control of the entire kingdom of Wallachia, alongside the Balkans, the east of the holy Roman empire, and even parts of the eastern Roman empire and Kievan Rus.
10 years have passed since that dreadful night, fear has filled the continent of Europe, the armies of the Dracula would spread across the land killing, pillaging, and feasting on the humans and animals of the land.
People prayed to god to be saved, prayed for the human armies to defeat what they called “the devil’s spawns”, yet every army of the Eastern Christian kingdoms of Europe was destroyed.
No one seems to know why they failed, the monsters must have a weakness, yet every time someone attacks a beast their attacks would deflect, go through, or injure them but barely affects them at all.
The kingdom of Walachia was reduced to a shadow of its former glory, as the vampires would collect blood tithes from their subjects, cattle meat for the werewolves, crops would mostly go to the dark lord and his minions, leaving only little for the people of the former kingdom.
A castle was looming at the center of the kingdom, a sinister looking building that was incredibly huge for any man-made structure in the land, which it was not.
The castle was of the Dracula, it appeared one day out of thin air on top of the king’s castle, and smashed it into rubble, killing almost the entirety of the royal court and family, if it were not for some who were outside the walls.
Dracula looked at the city below him, he then made a face full of disgust and said “weaklings”
He then turned to his council, 12 vampires, 5 werewolves, a medusa, 3 cyclopes, and 2 harpies.
“So, how goes the conquest of Europe?” he asked.
A tall black-haired vampire stepped forward “all is going according to your wishes my friend” Allister said with a smile on his face.
Some of the council members started whispering to each other with a hateful look in their eyes “look at this fool, he thinks himself so close to the dark lord that he can casually talk to him” a werewolf with pointy ears and a grey fur said.
“If he wasn’t so important, I would have turned him to stone, he would make a nice decoration” the medusa slightly laughed.
Dracula glared his eyes at them, and they all went silent.
“Good, now if everyone was done tempting their fate, I would like you to use your incompetent ears to understand what I want you to do.”
“Now, there is a rebellion in the North Serbian region, Argus and Felicia will deal with them”
The grey furred werewolf and a female vampire bowed and said “as you wish my lord”
The female vampire whose red hair shinned brightly at the moon’s light, her dress was of great beauty and her face was captivating if it were not for here fangs, stood up and murmured to herself “more excuses to kill women and enslave men, soon I shall be the most beautiful in the entire continent”.
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The werewolf look at her and thought to himself “pah! vain woman.”
Argus transformed into his wolf form, a 2 meters tall, grey haired wolf with a large scar on his face, while Felicia turned into her bat form, a small ugly bat with sharp fangs and one really long nail.
Together they ran out of the castle into their destination, going at a speed never seen by the eyes of man before.
They arrived at the city of Subotica, a flat region on northern Serbia, this place was a perfect vampire stronghold, for the fertile land around it fills the land with farmlands as far as the eye can see, making it a good place to raise cattle and keep the human population healthy for blood and meat.
A group of humans greeted them with a shower of arrows that one could mistake for heavy rain, Felicia dodged the arrows while Argus tanked them, for his skin was as strong as iron and as light as paper.
“HAHA, a peasant revolt! This will be a feast” Argus laughed manically.
“Leave the men for me you filthy dog!” Felicia bellowed, “Only half!” Argus retorted.
As the creatures of darkness descended on the humans, Argus biting the soldiers and tearing them apart, felicia freezing them and sucking on their blood, a message from the wind came.
“Felicia!” a spin chilling voice came mistakenly being that of the dark lord himself. “Our informant in Belgrade is not answering, I expect a rebellion, go there and sort it out!”.
Felicia’s face turned uglier as she transformed into a bat, “I was just starting to have fun”, she mumbled to herself, but never dared to say that to the face of Dracula.
“Argus, you better save me some men and children for when I come back!” Felicia flied off into the distance as Argus gave a big smile, and started rushing the humans, as they desperately tried to stab and shoot him with everything they had.
The humans of Subotica had spent 10 years in enslavement, being forced to tithe every week, abused by vampires who would not follow the rules and snack on their blood outside the usual hours, having your elders and those who do not fulfill the blood tithe required be sacrificed to the werewolves, all of this created good ground for a revolution.
But how? The werewolves have a thick skin, and the vampires are immune to any kind of weapon, then a scientist from the eastern roman empire came, this scientist presented the people of Subotica with the solution to their problem:
“vampires are weak to flaming bronze” the scientist claimed, “while werewolves are weak to silver.”
One of the humans tested that on one of their tormentors, when a vampire that wished to collect a blood tithe before the time required the human wrapped a bronze plate with cloth and then lit it on fire, he then attacked the vampire with it, which cause the vampire to shrike in pain as it fell dead on the ground.
While this meant the method worked, the scream alerted the other vampires, and soon they were swarming the place, before they could capture and kill the human however, he secretly informed those around him that the scientist was right, and with the death of the human, the citizens of Subotica staged their revolution.
The events of that day flashed in the minds of the humans as they were slaughtered by Argus, the werewolf himself seems different, silver can harm him but the thick layer of skin he has did not allow any weapon to penetrate him, so any attempt to attack him merely made him flinch.
A young man saw the werewolf attempting to chase a child crying for his father’s death, so the man tried to distract him by attacking him, this worked, and Argus thinking that an adult is more of a meal than a child started chasing him.
The man turned to a dead end, there was no way out, he would fight to win or die, the werewolf must be destroyed.
Argus swung his clawed left hand, the man dodged, the man attempted to stab the werewolf in the eye, Argus blocks it, he then kicks the man with the force of a battering ram, throwing him onto the wall, as Argus comes close to finish the kill, a whip out of nowhere comes, the whip filled the werewolf with pain, it had spikes of silver and bronze.
Argus turned to see who dared to attack him, and there he was, a muscular man, 190 cm tall, brown haired and ruggedly handsome, his belt filled with odd objects.
Argus enraged attempted to charge and bite the head off this strange man, but the man was quick, he flung a knife into Argus’s mouth, Argus screamed! The pain was unbearable, could it be a silver knife? But before Argus could recoil, the man retrieved the whip from Argus’s arm, and then swung it into his neck, it was too late for Argus, the last thing he saw was the man’s eyes, green in color, filled with pure hatred and rage, the man looked like an angel of torment, descended on the earth to punish the evildoers, and then, Argus’s head was severed from him body, as it lie dead on the floor.
The young man look at his savior with both shock and relief, he wanted to get up and praise his savior, but he could not move his legs from fear, he pondered if that was fear for his life or fear from the man in front of him, a man that showed no fear as he destroyed the werewolf that killed hundreds.
“bury your dead” said the strange man, “and protect the living, the forces of darkness will come looking for their dead, hide, go to the west, their powers are yet to reach there.”
The young man trembled, he then mustered the courage to speak “what is your name, savior?” the mysterious man looked at him and said “Simon, the vampire hunter.”
Simon walked away, disappearing into the darkness of the night, the young man stood, he then went around spreading the news of the werewolf’s death and what the vampire hunter told them.