A Tale of Blood and Monsters Ch. 1

A/N: So the last two stories in The Chronicles of Vali Masters, this one and an MCU story titled Spy Games, are actually unfinished. As well, Spy Games was actually started before A Tale of Blood and Monsters.

However, chronologically they basically happen at the same time as one another, and Spy Games is the one that's currently still updating as of today so I've decided I'm going to post a Tale of Blood and Monsters in it's unfinished entirety one chapter at a time first, and then I'll post up Spy Games afterwards.

So yeah, enjoy! And as always, you can find all of this on my other websites if you want to read ahead.

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Somewhere in the White Void

"You've kept me entertained for a while now, so I'm sending you on a bit of a vacation."

I raise an eyebrow at that, as much as one can when in a white void devoid of anything approaching a normal reality. I was also standing, sitting, lying down, and all manner of things inbetween right now as well. Being in the realm of the Omnipotent Version of Me who controlled my travels was always quite an eye opening and frankly humbling experience, though I imagined he'd tamed it down considerably to keep my brain from dribbling out of my ears.

"Is that so? If it's to be a vacation, I suppose I get to know where I'm going this time?"

The response I received was just a tad disheartening as a childish giggle filled the void and I was answered with, "Now where would the fun be in that?"

Of course, where indeed? Doing the equivalent of closing my eyes and rubbing the bridge of my nose as I sigh, I ask the important question, "So when you say a bit of a vacation…"

"I mean it literally yes. A bit of a vacation, with a lot of work tacked on. But fun work! Entertaining work! It's the sort of work that makes you feel like you're on a vacation!"

I stay silent, but do my best to convey just how unimpressed I am through every inch of my currently unraveled being. I know the fucker can read my mind and I make sure to express my displeasure despite the possible consequences that could come from it. After a moment he continues despite my vitriolic thoughts

"… Right, well the good news is that there's no real point in any of my usual limitations for you, so just going to send you in as you are! Isn't that nice? You can abuse compulsion to your heart's content!"

I make a good impression of pursing my lips together and rubbing the bridge of my nose between two fingers before responding, "You know I already decided for myself a while ago that self-limiting compulsion made things more interesting, so that's not really any sort of consolation prize. And besides, when you start with good news I can only imagine there's more bad news. So what is it?"

"Oh… I'm sure you'll figure it out quickly enough."

There's no chance to respond to that, as in the middle of his sentence a whirling vortex appears and sucks me in. I suppose this is my consequence for speaking my mind quite literally and pissing him off, as it's nothing like my normal portal rides. I'd compare it to traveling through the Time Vortex from Doctor Who, but as I'd never actually done that before, I could only assume the tearing sensation I was feeling both mentally and physically was similar.

Still, all bad things come to an end and after a few minutes of that unpleasantness, I fall out of the sky into a new world and land on one knee. I believe Deadpool would call this a superhero pose, though the word hero very much does not apply to me. Slowly standing from the landing, I straighten up and take in my surroundings. A clearing surrounded by trees greets me. From my sight, smell, and hearing, I seem to have found myself somewhere in a tropical region. I-

I stopped suddenly, freezing up for a single second, but quite a long single second it was as I processed something. Slowly, I look down at my completely buck naked body and let out a low hiss from my mouth. So, here was the bad news as well as the second consequence to my earlier impertinence. The bastard had once again stolen my clothes. There was really only one acceptable response to this.

"Mother. Fucker."

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Year 275 AC (After Aegon's Conquest)

Summer Isles

I calmed down after a little while. And by that, I mean I tore apart more than a bit of the local fauna before finally taking a deep breath and actually taking stock of my situation. Expanding my senses gave me clarity. I heard all of the normal sounds associated with the tropical biome I seemed to have found myself in, and continued to reach out until I caught the crackle of fire in my ear. The faint scent of smoke filled my nostrils as I turned in that direction.

Now focused in one direction I could also hear voices, shouting in a language I didn't understand. Well, that was easy enough to fix so with a wicked smile growing across my face, I flashed forward and made my way towards the sounds of civilization. The crackle of flames got more powerful the closer I got, and I discovered shortly that what I assumed had been a camp fire or a bonfire was in fact an entire village burning to the ground.

Stopping a ways off from the village proper, I take a moment to actually figure out what's going on, my eyes narrowing as they focus on the people moving around near one side of the burning huts. There are three groups from what I can see, those on their hands and knees, currently being trussed up by those still on their feet, the majority of which held swords or another type of melee weapon. The third group was a pile of corpses seemingly created by the ones with weapons.

All were dark skinned, and I couldn't help but suspect that my presence would weird them out for more than just the fact that I was naked. Still, now that I was close enough to listen in on what they were saying, I was finding out quite quickly that I didn't understand a word of it. I did not know this language, which made me begin to suspect that I wasn't on Earth anymore. I'd spent a few centuries of my long life here and there acquiring knowledge of every language that had been even remotely popular.

I would use the same technique here that I'd used then and just take the knowledge straight from the mind of one of these mortals. Taking in the scene before me, I wait as the last of the male villagers are executed and tossed on the corpse pile. From the looks of things, these were slavers given the way they were more interested in taking the women and children away in chains than ransacking the village.

My opportunity came only a few short minutes later as one of the weapon wielding slavers broke off from the main group and moved into nearby foliage. Following him led to the discovery that he had done so to relieve his bladder. As I'm not a complete monster, I waited respectfully for the man to finish pissing. Once he'd covered himself back up and turned around, I appeared before him in a flash, caught his sword arm in one hand while my other closed over his mouth to stifle his scream.

Then and only then did my fang filled mouth descend on his exposed wrist. Draining him of his blood took no time at all, and at the same time I pulled all of the knowledge I needed from his poorly guarded mind. Dropping the fresh corpse to the ground after a few moments, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and blink at what I've learned.

So then, this is Planetos. More specifically, I'm on the Summer Isles and the only real thing I remember is that they worship a goddess with sixteen tits here. On the other hand, I was right and this man and his cohorts are slavers. Specifically they came from slaver's bay, a place I had much more experience with.

Smile still quite bloody, I turn back to the burning village and zoom forward until I'm standing amongst the still living villagers and their captors. I suppose I make quite the sight, naked as the day I was born yet standing tall and unabashed as everyone registers my presence and I quickly gain the attention of every set of eyes in the clearing.

After a moment of frozen shock, the man I know from my snack's memories to be the slaver's leader steps forward and points his sword at me, speaking in the Low Valyrian I've just learned how to understand and articulate myself, "You! Where did you come from?! On your knees now wretch!"

Still smiling, I step forward towards the man instead of following his commands. I do believe he's beginning to notice the blood covering me. I know he does when I give him a bloody smile and respond with, "Hello there. I have an offer for you my dear Captain."

He takes a moment to look me up and down, before a slow mocking smile spreads across his face. I know the look in his eyes. I can even guess what he's probably thinking. I suspect he believes me to be Westerosi, and to have fallen on considerably hard times. He probably believes that I'm putting on a show to make myself look more threatening, more intimidating. Furthermore, I suspect he's already considering just how much gold he can get for a specimen of my caliber, given the very blatant view I'm giving him.

"Is that so? I'll be glad to hear it once you're kneeling. That's a good lad."

I effect a frown at the blatant condescension in his tone, and purposefully make my tone as affronted as possible, "Now see here-"

This causes the slaver to my right to finally react as with a snarl he moves forward to shove his sword into my face and force me to kneel before his Captain. I've been waiting for this though, having noticed early on his elevated heart rate, his anticipation… he was the definition of a short fuse. An instant later I was behind him, my hand was plunging into his back, and he went from a short fuse to a limp spineless pile as I tore his spine straight out of his back in a spray of blood and gore.

Smile once more affixed onto my face, I turn back to the Captain and drop the spine contemptuously atop the corpse of his crewman. The Slaver Captain is no longer smiling mockingly. He's not smiling at all. Now he's afraid, shocked, and confused and I watch as the blood drains from his face in the face of my casual monstrosity. Bringing my hands together, I make a show of wiping what I can off of the bloody hand, though in the end all I really do is succeed in staining both of my hands red with blood.

"Now then, about my prop-"

"Please, help us…"

Before I can finish repeating myself, I'm stopped by a whisper. I can immediately tell it comes from a woman and after a moment I'm able to pinpoint the voice as I lock eyes with an olive-skinned beauty who's on her knees with the other villagers who have been rounded up to be sold into slavery. Nobody but me has heard her, her voice seemingly beaten out of her at some point to the point that all she can do is whisper.

But of course I heard, and I find myself stopping all of the theatrics to flash over to her, kneeling before her and taking her chin in hand to look her over. She flinches but does not resist, letting me manhandle her while keeping her eyes locked on mine at all times. Around us everyone is still frozen from the brutal and inexplicable murder I've just commited.

My voice is quiet but firm as I respond, "What did you say?"

She shudders, because of course I'm now getting blood all over her chin, but still the woman shows great strength of will as she hardens her resolve and speaks in that same quiet raspy voice from before, "Help us, I beg of you."

My lips pull back as a wicked grin full of blood and teeth spreads across my face, "And if I do, what will you give me?"

To her credit, she still does not shut down despite the demented terrifying sight I must be presenting her with. She does grow a bit confused, her eyes becoming searching as she tries to find what answer I will consider sufficient. Eventually, she goes with the easy answer, only a slight stutter as she pledges, "A-anything… everything."

Leaning in until my mouth is next to her ear, I speak in a quiet tone, "Now that is a deal I will hold you to my dear. You're going to want to do your best to make sure the young and the innocent don't watch this next part. I'm a bit messy."

I straighten up as she spreads word through the tied up villagers, even as I turn my attention to the Slaver Captain, who is finally managing to process what I did. My bloody grin is still in place as I spread my arms wide, "Well, I did have a proposition for you… but unfortunately for you, I've gotten a better offer."

His mouth opens but I'll never know what he was going to say, as the next instant his head is rolling across the ground, forever locked in a rictus of shock and fear. The rest of his crew gets a single moment of respite as I take a deep gratuitous breath of tropical air combined with the smell of smoke and blood.

Then, they all died as well.

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Year 275 AC

Summer Isles – Tall Trees Town

With their village gone and their husbands, sons, and fathers dead, the women and children I'd ended up rescuing had nowhere to go except for the largest settlement on the Summer Isles, Tall Trees Town. Which at the end of the day, was just fine with me as I needed a port town to find suitable passage to the more interesting parts of Planetos.

The Slaver's ship had been nearby, but with my massacre there hadn't been enough men left on the boat to get it anywhere. So I'd killed all of them as well, taken the Captain's finest clothing from his quarters as well as all of the valuables I could possibly carry on my person without being overburdened. Then, I'd burned the ship to cinders out of a sort of "If I can't use it, no one else is going to" mentality.

The deal I'd made with the abnormally strong willed Summer Islander had been rather vague in nature. In essence, help her and hers. I considered the death of all the slavers terrorizing them to be part of that deal. She considered an escort for her people through the wilds to the nearby Tall Trees Town to be part of that deal as well. I didn't mind doing both, though the majority of the survivors were understandably terrified of me before the trip even began.

By the time we arrived in the port town, they were as glad to escape me as I was them, I was sure. I didn't mind children in small quantities. An entire village of them was not a small quantity. In the end, it was just me and my newest pet, who had already reasserted her original vow to give me anything and everything. All she was and all she had was mine to do with as I pleased, and I was quite pleased with that.

Heh, she was lucky she did not have a child as I'd probably have taken that as well. Though perhaps I was also lucky, as I had no desire to raise a child so early in my time on Planetos. Finding lodging for the two of us was easy enough, and I was content with searching out passage off the Summer Isles tomorrow, more interested in getting to know this woman tonight.

Once we were alone and the door was barred, I turned to her, "It occurs to me that I do not know your name. I assume you have one?"

She nods carefully, "Yes. My name is Chatana."

I take a moment to process the name, rolling it around on my tongue, "Mm, Chatana. A beautiful name. You may keep it."

She blinks and doesn't seem to know how to respond beyond saying, "Thank you."

"Yes, your name will remain Chatana, but I have a title for you that I will require you to grow used to answering to. You will be known as Ravia from this day forward."

She takes this in before nodding with a bit more confidence, "As you wish. What does it mean?"

I smile in fond remembrance, even as I take a moment to lament the fact that my newest disciple does not have the red hair I've long associated with my most loyal disciple, "It means unfaltering loyalty, though in your case it also means first of my followers. For now, it will seem like it means little. Soon enough, you will see that it means the world."

The newly christened Ravia soaks this in before voicing something she's clearly been wondering for a while, "What are you?"

I smile, because I've been waiting to say this next bit since I'd been about to say it to the Slaver Captain, before this Chatana had caught my attention instead, "I am an Agent of Divinity."

Her eyes widen at the claim, and I'm a little surprised by how quickly she seems to accept it. I suppose it makes sense what with Planetos being very religious and superstitious still. She'd also seen firsthand that I clearly wasn't human, "You were sent by the gods?"

Chuckling, I shake my head in the negative, "Not by your gods. No, I was sent by the Almighty One. His reach in this realm was minimal until now. I have been sent to enlighten your species to the Joys of Blood."

The brave face she's been keeping up ever since she mustered the nerve to speak up even after seeing me pull a man's spine from his back finally cracks just a bit and I'm treated to an honest moment of vulnerability and uncertainty as she repeats what I said in a questioning voice, "Blood?"

"Yes Ravia." Best to get her used to the name now, even if I was masquerading it as a title, "I hope you aren't having second thoughts about our deal. Anything and everything for saving you and the others wasn't it? I do believe I've done so. Now it's time to hold up your end in full."

I can see her indecision war across her face, but I can also see the realization in her eyes that I could kill every single being in this little port town if I really wanted to and a moment later she swallows thickly and nods, "What would you have of me Master?"

I don't bother to correct her, on the contrary I enjoy the way the word rolls off her tongue. I'd spent four thousand years being known as the Master. It would always bring me joy to hear the title from my followers. Still, I'd probably have to find some sort of title that felt more religious if I was going to be creating a religion centered around the annoying bastard who kept sending me to difference universes.

Wasn't sure how he'd react to this, but I knew better than to actually claim godhood for myself. One did not claim godhood in a world where a.) one was not an actual god and b.) there were actual gods one did not fully understand the true power of. There were only two things I was absolutely sure of concerning Planetos' numerous pantheons of gods and religions. Given the supernatural lurking just under the surface of the setting, there was probably at least some truth to some of the religions. And no matter what that truth was, my Omnipotent Benefactor was far more powerful than any of them.

That satisfying thought in mind, I smile and wave a hand at Chatana's body, "To start with, remove your clothing for me."

She blinks at that, surprised for a moment before a sultry smile spreads across her face, "Your god is more like ours than I expected."

Punctuating this statement by shucking her dress over her head and dropping it to the floor, she preens under my attention as my eyes fall upon her naked flesh. I beckon her forward and she puts a seductive sway into her step as she makes her way across the room to where I stand. Still smiling, I let my fangs slide out into view, my eyes turning gold and black as I look down into her own eyes. Her reaction does not disappoint, and my hand lashes out to grab her arm as she instinctively tries to take a step back in the face of a predator.

To her credit, she does not scream or shut down in terror. No, on the contrary she proves her intelligence once more by swallowing thickly and then tilting her head to the side to expose her neck for my fangs. I chuckle at the submissive move, before bringing my free arm up to my mouth and biting into my wrist. I present the bloody wound to her and give my command, "Drink, before the wound closes."

She stares at me in hesitation, but eventually does as I say without the need for compulsion or any other form of coercion. Bringing her hands up to take hold of my arm, she leans in and drinks long, not stopping until I tell her to. She's left with blood staining her lips and chin and a slightly confused and euphoric look on her face as the aches and pains she'd still been suffering from the slavers' less than gentle actions were healed.

Still smiling, I release her and spread my arms wide, "Now you undress me."

My order has the intended effect of focusing her and with the familiar ground of intimacy and sex back at the forefront of our interactions she's much more confident than before as she slowly undoes the ties and belts holding my outfit together, first revealing my chest and then moving lower to remove my pants. It's nothing she hasn't seen before of course, I hadn't been shy in that clearing, and everyone there had gotten an eyeful of me in all of my naked glory.

Still, there was an element of reverence and worship I wasn't really expecting as she took my length in her hand and began to work it over, her head bowed before me as she studied it in detail. My hand came up and I took hold of her chin to raise her face to mine, our lips meeting as my blood mingled between us from the exploratory kiss.

Only then did my hands move over her own body, our close proximity turning into quite an intimate embrace as she explored the monster she'd chained herself to, and I began searching out the nerve clusters beneath her skin that would most quickly allow me to turn the girl into a puddle of pleasured mush. It didn't take long for her legs to start giving out from under her at the sheer pleasure, and only then did I move us to the bed.

Pressing her down on the mattress, my mouth moved off her lips down to her chest even as she spread her legs and guided my hard cock into her sex. It slid in easily, her entrance quite well lubricated by her own arousal at this point as my hands and mouth did their work. Taking her nipple between my teeth, I pulled slightly while at the same time the tip of my tongue darted forward to tease the very tip. She let out a gasp even as one hand went above her head to grab onto the sheets for support, and the other moved between her legs to frig her clit right above where my cock was beginning to slide in and out of her.

Her orgasm came before mine, as did her second and third as I toyed with her body in a way only a hedonist with four thousand years of experience possibly could. Eventually though, I did hit my own release and I pulled out to paint her belly with my seed as she lay there with half-lidded eyes staring up at me with a dopey smile on her face.

Things escalated from there as I fed her more of my blood to revitalize her, and we explored the entirety of her sexual experience before moving onto lessons from my own sexual experience that left her almost comatose. In the end, she was resting with her face on the pillow, her ass up in the air, and my dick plowing into her from behind as she bit into the pillow to keep from shouting and begging for more in a repeat of what I'd caused her to do during an early part of our fuck-a-thon.

Still, by this point I deemed it about time to move onto the next stage, and as I filled her with my release once more, I leaned over her, brushed her hair from her neck, and sunk my fangs into the unblemished smooth skin. Her body tensed up as I drank from her, but she did not struggle, even as I continued past any reasonably safe limits, and she breathed her last beneath me as I emptied her veins of every last drop of human blood.

Pulling out of her only mostly dead body, I wipe my mouth clean and sigh. I'd fed her more than enough of my blood over the last few hours, and it was only a matter of time before she came back to life in transition to become an immortal monster. Which meant I had to grab one last ingredient.

When Chatana gasped back to life and immediately sat up with wide eyes, I was waiting for her with a glass of blood. Compelling it out of the mortal barmaid was not difficult, and all I had to do was hold it out for Chatana to get a whiff of it and grab for the cup, drinking down the blood with a gusto I'd grown familiar with a long time ago.

Then she finishes the transition and her fangs assert themselves as she spends a few seconds howling in pain. Panting heavily, she looks up at me and I can see the slight glaze in her eyes, "Master? What has happened?"

The sire bond seems to be asserting itself quite well here, but then I would expect it to. Even if Hybrids weren't immediately bonded to their sire, I had spent the last few hours giving my newest childe a very in depth and very intimate appreciation for me. Smiling, I bring a hand up to caress her face, "Ravia my dear, I've given you the Gift. The Gift that we will spread to all who throw down their past gods and their outdated beliefs to accept the love of the Almighty One. The world will soon know the Joys of Blood as you now do."

Instead of the fear and uncertainty she'd first expressed at hearing such words from my mouth, I get a radiant smile as she nuzzles into my caressing hand, "Of course Master. The Almighty One's mercy must be spread."

And then in a blur of unexperienced Hybrid speed, Chatana is atop me, straddling me as she runs herself up and down my length, her lower lips still dripping with arousal. Looking down at me, she purrs out in a hungry tone, "But first… More!"

I was more than happy to oblige.

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