I woke up out of the void. The sensations of tightness left me strange yet I experience no suffocation. I am stuck, inside of whatever only the darkness knows what is this. Hitherto, the tight roof fell off which it isn’t because I turns out to slumber inside of this coffin that fits my body size. The lid was opened by someone nearby and as it turns out, it is the face of Kion Nazarev who is the one opening it, observing me as if I am a living experiment.

  Olga, on the other hand smiles deeply and says “ Good morning, Eliza! It shall be a good day for a newborn, won't it?” She said, with cheerful demeanor as a demon behind a generous clothing. On the other hand, Vladimir also peeked to see me lying demiseless inside of the coffin and he laughed hysterically as if he was projecting me as the jester. Dmitri sees me, he pulls me out and somehow, I am as light as feather when I came out of the coffin.

  I looked back to see the coffin I slept in and it is a glass black one, with spider webs surrounding it, as decoration I shall assume and I saw roses scattering inside of the space I rested in. Everyone right now collectively stares at me as if a plan has been enacted to make it for me.

  Swetlana came to swept off those dusts off me and it felt strange and unexplainable. Those emotions rather felt numb as if I truly am unable to explain those emotions, like I am being a doll.

  “ You had a good rest inside? Mine was clear glass and it felt lovely!” Olga exclaimed. Vladimir laughs hysterically and says “ MY COFFIN WERE MADE OF WOOD FILLED WITH BLOOD AS PAINTING!! HAHAHAAHAH” He says as if it is something to surely be proud of.

  Meanwhile Anton and Viktor adjusted their own coffin from afar. Viktor’s coffin were rather made of metal with a cross in front while Anton’s coffin were under the tiles, I presumed he truly prefers being underground rather than being on the ground just like the rest. I have never seen how Swetlana’s coffin looks like.

  Alas, Dmitri came in, he is in his blue eyes normally. Strange to say, everytime he makes his entrance, everyone somehow puts their eyes on me. I am somehow the attention of these demiseless beasts.

  “ It is another apprentice day for you, dear” He spoke to me, without any feelings, the blue eyes glitch to red. I see the rest of them and none of them were obvious about it. The environment is rather vague. Vague inside of the dark. I look side by side, feels nothing rather follow along what is prepared for me.

  Dmitri bring the torch while everyone else walks with him and I was restraint by Olga and Swetlana alongside. One thing I know for sure, I truly have no idea what they are preparing for me. The corridor becoming decoratively vintage. The entrance had red silk curtains yet inside is dark but the walls were patterned colors of black background and yellow flower pain patterns. As I entered the corridors, there were endless paintings of the death of the saints.

  Each of them somehow, made me utterly disturbed. I looked at Swetlana, she kept on focusing in front while the grip were still stronger on me. I looked at Olga as well, she respond to nothingness, as if she is truly deep inside of her obedience thoughts. Nor my face or reaction she cared, let alone movements. Viktor and Vladimir walked side by side. I look back, Kion and Anton does not pay attention to any movements either. The rest of them were as obedient as slave. While me? Was I the test subject here?

  Alas, Dmitri stopped at the corridor dead end. The wall of the dead end had a painting of Virgin Mary, Our Lady of Fatima weeping blood. It runs down my spine yet I had no choice but to obey. He caress those walls in front and there,the lower wall opens by itself. As Dmitri with Viktor and Vladimir goes down, I was dragged down into the basement.

  As I almost reached downstairs, I was pushed down by both Swetlana and Olga causing my fall while both Viktor and Vladimir tied me up with thickening barbed wire on wrist as well as bosom and struck my throat against the wall.

  With the mighty pain and rotten lungs, I scream my whole body out due to the great momentum of the pain. I screamed much louder leaving greater momentum as I am in disbelief how they are treating me as this. I tried to squirm and my wrist that had been stabbed by the barbed thorns slowly tore off like a slow rip of a paper. I moaned and wailed in agonizing pain.

  My visions became blurry and bluish in confusement. Alas, I see Olga come closer to me, she held a sharp kislyar blade that’s crystal clear sharp and she slice open my wrist leaving the rotten flesh exposed open and I screamed my agony out. Everyone only stares, even the jester Vladimir only look at my sodomism being carried out.

  SSwetlana came closer, she took the blade from Olga and with one strike, she disemboweled me with great force, causing the greenish and bloodied organ to spill out of my body. My throat was freezing, tightening as if the whole part of me was spreading out like a waterfall. Kion went to me, placing his face onto me, observing deep. My hopeless and nothingness mind thought It is only observation, until he place his thumb and gauged my eyes out. I could feel the socket got touched and eyeballs were pricked right into my eyes. I screamed louder this time. As very loud as I could.

  My body were in desperate pain greater than hell I squirmed on the wall I was tied onto and the wires edged up. Vladimir started to laugh while Viktor he recite some prayers, pours the water that turns out to be the boiled blood from furnace warmer, poured into my stomach, liquidify those flesh inside it. I looked at Dmitri, who only stares at me.

  Truly, I am therefore being subject to a vampire to be tortured. As agonizing as it is, as sodomistic as it is. It is therefore, my fate.

  “ Let me see those wobbly little part inside of your mouth, Sister Eliza” He says the second before he cut off my tongue. My eyes widened and the pain is unbelievably unbearable for me to get through.

  Swetlana took turn after Olga by cutting my wrist off, rather completely amputated it leaving me staring at my already cutted off hands. I cried blood at this point, begging to be spared.

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  Vladimir came closer, he broke the tied left leg of mine, rather than helping, he ripped out my legs with all mighty vampiric strength inside of him. Stared and sniffs as a beast of blood he is while the blood from the top of wounded thighs drip, leaving him truly impatient than dog.

  He placed his finger and smeared the blood that flows down, and insert the blooded finger into his mouth, body trembling with excitement enjoying the taste of the blood. There, he drinks the blood of mine. I am very weak, as if my true demise is coming and soon, I will most likely be connected to the one created me. I felt the barbed wire were too loose for some of my amputated body.

  I frowned low, until my body were folded down. I breathe slowly, like a feeble animal nearing its death. All I could see is marble floor, reflecting the gothic black chandelier candle above me. Within seconds, my bodily fluid soon flow up to exit my throat and I started to vomit blood. Everyone who were in mania of blood were deliberately watching my near-demise and I endlessly keep contracted my stomach involuntarily and vomit blood. I felt breatheless and felt my body will turn into seafoam at any moment, disappearing as ashes. I felt the blood from her blinded eye dripping down as a leak pipe.

  However things does not end there, I was pulled out of the barbed wired strings, body ripped out as they didn’t bother to take off the wires off me.

  I was placed on the gravestone, thrown by the sharpened stoned that stabbed my chest. Dmitri took the sword from his days as a Tsar. He held my arms and he starts slicing it open. I have no voice to scream anymore as everything gets way too unbearable for me to go through

  Nothing but ure disbelieving in such insanity of the creatures. He cut off my body by small pieces. While Anton helped along decapitating me by constantly cut my throat to separate my head from body. Olga, turning herself into baba yaga growls in eerie old woman voice and she violently ripping off my body and Swetlana drinks the blood from my legs before she broke into pieces.

  Kion held my head, he tore off my skin to expose the anatomy of mine “ Precise beauty of vampiric biology…” He says while he caresses my lips with fingers. Kion kept holding my head. As he shaked it, blood spluttered down on the marble ground.

  Vladimir getting excited as he is enjoying the insanity mania and he uses my intestines as skipping rope and wails laughing like a child.

  The whole vampires truly were in a serious beast season. Viktor recited some reversed rosary while he peeled off the skin from my mutilated body.

  ( the fable)

  “ Deadless, we shall refrain from here, now” Dmitri commanded, felt his blackened heart no longer interested in going on.

  “ As you say, my highness..” Olga replied gently, with a smile on face and she surrendered. Swetlana who held nothing drinks the blood in the cup. While Kion, dropped the head down.

  Viktor dropped the mutilated hands down, Anton goes closer. Viktor on the other hand place back the legs on the gravestone. Vladimir somehow, the difficult one. He refused to put down Eliza’s organs.

  “ Oh, what a dull it is to be end the amusement like this!” Vladimir protested, burying deep into his own stubbornness and ignore the command by the Duke. Viktor took over handling Vladimir as telepathically commanded by Dmitri and he took a medallic stake and stabbed Vladimir by neck. Vladimir choked and unable to keep deadless breathing.

  He lay down, went back to stay dead. Alas, Kion help out take the organs. Each of her body parts were carefully collected. The women as well find more of the missing parts spread somewhere and they found her heart, the one and only untouchable part no one eat yet.

  Dmitri held the heart, still beating. Without any hesitation he crushed it, bursting the rest of blood out. He placed on the gravestone. Each of the beautiful and ugly parts of it were gathered.

  Alas, it is perfectly arranged as it should be. The vampires gather, with the demiseless thoughts of Eliza shall never come back.

  Slowly, the bodies vessels of the black and blooded veins started formed together. They created unified strings and pulled back the body all together. The wounds from slashes healed faster as well as the head intertwined with the neck and the throat closing up the visible windpipe.

  Alas, the reconstruction became rather, precisely and almost as perfect to rebuild again after the body demolishing. Soon enough, the heart gets back to its physical state, buried into the body of the vampire newborn.

  There lies, Eliza Kalinin laying beautifully. Body completed its intertwining as well as degeneration. She is now in the black flowery dress Swetlana dressed on her and they placed flower.

  Soon after, she rose again, body rise again straight, no bend and she starts growling with the sharper fangs.

  “ Marvelous!” Dmitri exclaimed, absolutely impressed by her comeback.

  She tries to somewhat look for blood but in the end, Swetlana injected her with the opium poppy fluid, leaving the demiseless beast unconscious in the most painful way as possible and they placed her again inside of the coffin, leaving her laid rest again.

  “ When can we get her rise again?” Viktor asked, concerned.

  “ When I command again,” He said, leaving the basement after.

  Viktor carried her after with one arm, placing her back into her coffin and Vladimir the sinister jester vampire he is whispered to Eliza’s demiseless ears saying “ Actually, back in the older moments, the Lord also used to mutilate my tongue and slice my elegant throat after before locked me in the3 coffin alive,” He said accompany with his laughs as if it is the most joyful thing he told the newborn demiseless.

  Vladimir chuckles before he continues “ you thought he truly sees you as the only being to be tortured? Basically any demiseless beings are ought to face such a nightmare-to-be-true tests like this” He said.

  Swetlana comes closer to Eliza and she says with an emotionless face “ Each newborn here shall be chained and bound to face repeated deaths to see whether they are capable to deserve this immortality. If you already feel this is too much, maybe death is the best course of action for you to take,” Swetlana said with hint of seriousness.

  “ What do you all mean… my fate will remains as this?” She asked with hint of curiosity.

  “ For now, and maybe as long as you can endure it,” Swetlana said.

  Father Viktor on other hand looks at his own locket, the picture of the nun he loved, the teacher of him as well as a woman he wishes to marry despite how he knows too well he may be unable to marry her or deliver his love for her. He doubted himself just as his past mortality life on why the gifted ability of awareness of this Christendom truly felt like a curse that was meant to made him feel hated? He remember every test he was subjected after transformed into vampire, the endless beheaded, blinded as well as tongue burning with garlics that he couldn’t explain but felt like he deserves it for the sins of merely existing with ideas.