Black Cloak

He returns from a detour without scouts.

Princess Ich settled a military camp for a war torn refugee caravan to shelter them with her royal request for the night.

It was along the escape route past their military campaign.

Her thought if soldiers become warmer her luck increases with the lord necromancer showing him sex magic.

The birds left for its nests, the sun had left and trees never had its dawn; it was too tall.

"I will need you my liege to speak with you about supplies and soldiers as we navigate our map."

"The tent is ready, my lord." Karl Karla had his arm supporting his gesture. He lowers his head to the path of the waterfall they walk in.

They walk to the side of an old dragon's cave. It was said to be a hideout of bandits and thieves past the disaster. It struck the world from raining fire of god's wrath to our poor prayers and the temple of a curse Dricula poisoned priests.

They walk while the torches are burning and Ramone Ich walks along him slowly, following him to the last white cloth made in square, pushing aside the linen doors. It was made well and built out of horse veins and arteries to last long the linen cloth on oak pillars it stood side to side in square.

Her eyes to see the floor laid in forest animals fur and table and large table with papyrus scrolls and candle wax fire.

"I wonder where I sleep, my lord."

"We have tents floors made out of fur. It keeps us warm."

"I would save candle light."

She sits on the battlefield field map table and lifts her white gown past her leather straps holding her blade.

Her young hair had grey as much as her abdominal one. The cavity of her finger softly nails to spread the look. The eyes lift to look at him, not being able to see his eyes.

"I had a good night wash in the river while you left."

Her arm rubs to his black armour chest slides reading ancient script to his lower part. Her hand reaches to his horn with a finger tip sliding to his face.

Her relaxing touch of her feet pulls him closer to a battle desk. A candle light intention was blown.

He picks her up and pushes in with the groan of a grown man's manslaughter of the breed her mind schemes in love. Her curiosity fails as he is not able to see her; she knew she never blew the candle out.

The table creek and grind in a growl like a thousands men spirit lays in her feeling the force of wind life forces flow past her veins feeling of joy and love of life.

It nourishes her. The military plan was made.

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The screams and half torn apart naked women running away from guards they draw their swords to vampires crawling in the waterfall cave to ambush the military camp.

A wind blew past the lights and you heard only women scream. The drops off the rock filled the silence.

The metal of soldiers draws from their sparks to the nails of night creatures it sparks. Their white tents fell over from a local village women of the feast.

It was them to feed. The blood and lust it came for. His black magic markings made him at ease; it was the reason he never carried a sword.

He walked in touching the stones to curse them for black goblins to see his night in peace.

They crawled out the corners of rocks forming from the mud spreading like a disease and gargoyles on the walls of his castle had a look in the night it was crying in rain.

The heavy night thunder made a loud noise flashing a light past the cave waterfall.

We were able to see soldiers slay a woman to the ground then pulling out their guts out with vampire teeth to the side like a prayer and enjoying fountains of blood waterfall. They feed on them.

The Duke steps out his tent, her following behind her covered in his werewolf hide. It was her fetish.

The maid overseeing the flash of thunder stood seeing her back naked in werewolf hide.

"It must be the foot soldiers. Great, I cursed the cave. Their screams should stop soon."

His eyes overseeing a massacre of his guards Karl Karls sits on the rock holding his smiling chin and watching the night guards ambush.

The stone cold walls out the shadows begin its job dark mist cloak filling the air and time of vampires ambush.

"It is great every time seeing it." He smiles to himself.

It was the ambush to newly recruited scouts' sanity running in their nightgowns to a signal of horn picking up their boots and spears to see a true massacre unfolding before our eyes. The blood thirst fight and brutality they were attacked on the way to fight vampires.

The goblins thin as gargoyles made out of black rock enjoying their arms and feet of vampires to a flashing storm outside the cave they ran.

They had no mercy chasing them to the waterfall.

A soldier breathing to its last breath cut in half from stone steel goblins nails, the village women hoping to spend a warm night with a soldier had her throat cut hiding in the corner and her legs torn apart her nerves twitching the arms.

Vampires in assault had their fangs and teeth pulled out of their bodies, their eyes squeezed back in it had no life.

The time it was over The Grand Duke Vyts Magnus lowered his fist to a palm walking away.

"You account for the loss tonight Karla."

"Yes me, sire." Karla had a family crest of Grand Duke. He died three years ago fighting witchcraft; his village was razed.

It was only to the convenience of his master he brought him back to life under the mark of the dead.

He falls dead to wake up seeing how he is ripping the witches to pieces; the whole of his village perishes. Karl Karla falls asleep.

"Wake up my son. You are marked under the seal of the Grand Duke." Him to rise from ashes and learn his body marked in a black dot and know he is immortal or it is his dream?

"Have them set a campfire and burn their bodies!" Karl jumps off the rock and stops smiling at the knights reinforcing their night clothes. They were all late and drunk to stop the blood bath with women in their beds.