The Succubus of Russia

[Gyo's POV]

I can't really remember a good memory of the past.

No, I have one.

I remember that time mother was stroking my head. What was the situation again?

Oh, I remember.

It was back then when a group of kids, my age, were making fun of the color of my hair. I have dark green to light wavy hair that is like seaweed. The kids are laughing because of it. Not only that, they were laughing because of my look too.

You see, I'm ugly.

They say that I was never my parent's child because of how I looked. That I have characteristics that no one or either from my mother or father can find.

I have droopy eyes, my teeth are also not normal as they look sharper than normal human teeth has, my body was thin even though I eat healthy foods and we are not that poor.

I think I was really not my parents' child.

As I came home crying, my mother saw me. She then said to come and join her as she relax in our dining room.

"Did they bully you again, Gyohiro" I remember my mother's soft feminine voice.

She took my backpack on me and asked me to lay down on her lap which I did.

"You see, Gyohiro. Whatever bad things they throw at you, your father and I are so happy that you were born from us"

I was laying my head on her lap, I can freely see my mother's beautiful face from below angle. Her eyes have an aquamarine color. Her hair is wavy just like his but colored silver. Her mother was the most beautiful woman in the town.

My eyes got watery and huge droplets of tears suddenly came rushing out of my eyes down to my cheeks.

My mother calmly, as a woman of class, wiped those tears and I looked up to her and saw her smiling face before everything looked gloomy because of this liquid.

"Gyohiro, don't cry. My boy" said my mother as she stroked my hair.

"You see, you have your father's hair color, those sharp teeth, your yellow eyes, and you got my wavy hair and my skin color. I don't know why these children are saying that you are not from us but you see?"

She's right. But my father's hair is color emerald and not wavy. He has yes sharp teeth but not as scary as mine. He has a good physique too and mine looked like a corpse.

"But--" before I contest she stopped me.

"We love you. Gyohiro, I love you" then she smiled again leaving me in awe.

I then smiled and thank her.

The bad stuff in my chest goes away.

--

Five years after, I was 15 years old.

My mother gave birth to a baby girl who looked exactly like her as she grew up during those years.

The bullies intensify as they saw my little sister in public. Not only the kids but also adults I overheard talking about me and how I am different from the rest of my family.

Even though my mother and father were both loved me and protected me from them, they can't filter them out every time.

Our fate changed when one day a monk came into our town and saw me, during that time a great famine was also been experienced.

He then shouted in public that I was cursed and the famine was due to my existence. He said that a demon was impregnated my mother disguising himself as my father and I was the result of that abomination. The famine came in was due to the gods' punishment to the people who let me live.

Of course, my parents protected me but our neighbors have been brainwashed and the only thing they knew back then was to eradicate our family to stop the famine. They will sacrifice us to the monk and eventually to the gods.

They came to our house with sharp farming tools and torches, burned our house, and took us to the monk's temple up on the mountain.

From there, we discovered that the monk was evil and manipulated the townspeople to harm us.

There was no curse, and I am not the reason for the famine either.

On the first night on that temple, we witnessed how that disgusting monk raped my mother in front of us three. My father's hatred was the scariest thing I saw on that night.

We never witnessed it happen again but I knew it was never the last. I was imprisoned with my sister who was 6 years old back then separated from our parents. We thought that we won't be able to get out of that place but my father rescued us eventually.

I thought his dead.

"What about mother?" my sister, Hina asked as we run towards the woods while the temple was on fire.

I froze on my feet when I saw my father's face thanks to the light of the fire which was devouring the temple from a distance. My father is covered in blood and his tears which were flowing down to his cheeks was mixing to it.

He looked like he was crying in blood.

"She's dead" that's the only thing he said to us before he shout at us.

"Run and never stop until you get out of this town!" arrows came raining down to where we stood and I heard men shouting at a distance telling the rest that they saw us.

My father kneeled before me, his hands on my shoulder holding it securely and looking into my eyes.

"Protect your sister, Gyohiro. I love you both" he said to us crying again and reaching my sister then hugged as swiftly but tight.

I only remember running with my sister, holding her hand, and looking back to our father which was fighting the men with his fist that night.

We made it outside the town before the sun rises.

---

Rybachy, Kaliningrad Oblast**

"Now, we can spend a night here in Rybachy, Your Grace" Elmeroi advised the Grand Duchess of St. Petersburg, Strelna after they ported their ships to the land.

The Rybachy Peninsula is a small body of land surrounded by water in a northern part of the Kaliningrad Oblast-- the Royal Capital of the Vampires in Russia.

Strelna look at the land as she came down from the ship.

"What a wasteland. It looks like a lifeless gloomy desert to me" She said as she describe it.

It is worse than she thought it is. But she doesn't have a choice. The waves are getting bigger tonight and it is dangerous to cross the sea and reach the Zelenogradsk which is the main port of the Kaliningrad. Besides, traveling with 1,200 armies of vampires on ten warships was never been their regular or usual activity.

"Secure the land. Hundred of miles away is the werewolves territory after all" she handed her coat and gloves to Elmeroi and proceed to the main tent which she will be spending her night in.

On her tent, she found a nice bed covered with a bear's coat, her cupbearer, and her slaves waiting.

She removed her clothes and lay down on her stomach on the bed and get her cup of wine while the three slaves are massaging her head, back, and legs.

"I won't be going in here without any of this!" she said voicing her irritation while indulging with the pleasures.

The Grand Duchess of St. Petersburg is the ruler of the Northwestern Region and she is on task to manipulate and control the Emperor of the humans. She also has the most number of humans in her own territory thus she control the Blood Bank in Russia. Due to her being ahead of the other territories in the country, she monopolizes not only the distribution of the premium class human blood thru-out but also manages slavery manufacturing for the whole continent of Europe.

She has many 'farms' that supply blood in different classes depending on its source. Slaves are also categorized by their physique, skills, and well-being. Having all of these, Grand Duchess Strelna Moscov is the most influential entity in Russia. Of course, the other regions have their own supply of blood from their own territories but it is proven and tested by the Vampire world that Strelna's premium and quality manufactured blood is a thing to die for!

Not so long ago since she has this pleasure, Elmeroi barged in in her tent.

Elmeroi is a human child who was been introduced to her back then 16 years ago. She trained him to all the military and governance tactics that are available and made him her own advisor. Despite her influence and military prowess, Strelna is not fond of killings and wars. Her dream is to just drink wine while surrounded by men. That is why Elmeroi seems like her hero, a human who took all responsibility away from her. And she knows that this child is loyal to her.

Elmeroi was surprised at the scene he came into when he barged into the Grand Duchess' tent. Her slaves which are fine-looking men of her choice are making her sexually pleasured, one of them is even on her top mating with her.

He avoids his vision from them by looking above, he is with a piece of urgent news anyway.

"G-grand Duchess, we have an urgent matter to discuss!" he said, voice shaking.

The Grand Duchess laughed and commanded her slaves to stand on the wall. She took her robes on and walk towards her advisor.

Elmeroi is shaking not of fear but her ways of teasing him in these kinds of situations.

"I can smell dirty dogs nearby. Is that your urgent news?" he then stop shaking and seriously look at her.

"Yes, Your Grace"

Confirming with her Advisor, Strelna's face suddenly changes from being serious to angry knowing that she doesn't have any time to relax on this deserted peninsula, and here they are being surrounded by werewolves!

"How many of them?" she asked while she walks out of her tent and wear her silky robe.

"More or less 1000 of them, Your Grace" Elmeroi reported.

She look at him in the eyes and she knew by then that the man is terrified. What can she expect? This is a war where no human can survive.

"Go on with these slaves. Go back to the ship and wait for us too there. Ready the cannons until you see our signal from here" she said just to ease his stress.

No one shall ever hurt her human after all. She can see the torches all over their surrounding, they really have been surrounded. Only the sea is their escape. Her vision has been keened when someone among those werewolves showed up and walks in front of the crowd. The banners she saw also are not only identified the enemies but their country of origin as well.

These are from Lithuania! A neighboring country of the Oblast and being governed by a she-wolf.

"You are currently in the Kaliningrad's territory, Lyca-- Queen of Lithuania. Can we interpret this as an act of invasion and war?" she firmly said as the woman being addressed extracted herself from her army.

No one from Europe is unaware of Lithuania's Queen. From all the leaders of the Werewolf race, Lyca is one of the most powerful Alpha. The reason is she is from Imelio's direct bloodline. According to their race's history of origin, just like how a black fairy named Amara created the Vampires via curse, Zandra-- a white fairy and a twin sister of Amara brought down the first man to transform into a werewolf, and that is sole to protect humankind. The man's name is Imelio.

And unlike a normal werewolf, Imelio originally had nine tails on his beast form and can cast and cover himself in a blue flame which is fatal to them vampires. Those who inherit his power inherit his tails, and Lyca is the third person from his bloodline to have it. Every passing of this historical power, the tails also decreases by one. Some say that the last person who will inherit his power will bring unity between both enemy races.

"The rumors are true. That made me happy by the way. I've never expected the Grand Duchess who manipulates the human Emperor of Russia will come all the way from her castle down here in the borders of Kaliningrad and Lithuania." Lyca replied as if she anticipated her coming.

She will not back down. It must have been a trap but they can't lose here. She is Strelna Moscov, the Grand Duchess of St. Petersburg, True Ruler of the Human Empire, and the Lady of the Northwestern Region.

From the darkness of the night which was partially being lighted by the torches from both sides, Strelna's eyes glow in ruby red, she then smiles.

"G-Goddess!"

"S-so Beautiful!!"

"Be my wife please!"

"My Queen!!"

Shouting of admiration towards Strelna began to be heard from Lyca's army. She saw their Queen also in the confusion about what is happening to her soldiers.

Lyca goes her way back to Strelna, which didn't move a muscle on where she is standing. A few seconds while most of her men became mentally disturbed, she realized what Strelna has done.

"You witch!" Lyca cursed.

Strelna on the other hand is laughing to her stomach.

"So this is the power of the Grand Duchess of St. Petersburg, huh?!" Lyca with her eyes flowing in copper angrily spoke to the noble vampire.

"Now you and your army experienced it personally. Congratulations!" Strelna which she knows has the upper hand in the situation brag it to the she-wolf Queen.

The blue flame started to fill in the surrounding, it is coming from Lyca.

"You are called the Succubus of Russia for something, huh. Let us see if you can defend yourself if I cast you on flames then!"

Lyca cast a flame towards Strelna but someone from her army sneaks in and protected the vampire.

"What the--" she gasped as she saw her soldier being eaten by her own fire.

She look at Strelna again and she saw that irritating grin from her. She was drawn back from her rage when one of her men tried to attack her.

"Now my worshipers, if you like to have my body tonight, show me your fangs and devour my enemies" Strelna spreading her arms commanded her men who were influenced by her power to attacked the rest of Lyca's army!

The werewolves influenced by her power transformed into beasts and attacked their allies.

"Your Grace, there is no need for you to stay in here. Go back to the ship and we will push them away from the shore together with your werewolves army" her warlord then said to her.

It's true. Regardless of the distance, once controlled, there is no way that her manipulation will wear off. Distance doesn't matter. The time of them being separated from her is. An hour or two will suffice to eradicate Lyca's army.,

"Understood. Cleanse this land through the Werewolves' blood" she then said.

Before she walks away she looks at Lyca one last time. She's defending herself against his own kind.

Poor woman.

"You won't get away from this!!" Lyca shouted as she walks towards the boat that will take her from her Warship.

Boarded the boat and now in the water halfway to her own flagship, Strelna watch the army fighting against Lyca's.

She sighed.

"I really don't have any good feelings on these barbaric and bloody wars" disapproving the scene she is looking.

An explosion then steal her attention and made her stand up on the boat. It was like fireworks inland but that doesn't make her eyes wide open. A roar came out from that explosion after which give devastating force to its surroundings. When it reaches their boat it came with the force of wind and wave that moved the boat. As she grabs something to support her balance, her eyes are glued to a twelve feet tall white giant beast with seven tails.

"Monster" is the only thing she can describe it.

She saw her men retreating with boats while others are attacking the beast. Using her telepathy, she signals Elmeroi to fire the cannons to make time for her men to retreat.

That night, she lost 700 soldiers out of the original number of 1,200. More than half of her troops.