Reincarnated into a New World As a Vampire

With the elves gone, Aldritch returned to his tent, the air, thick with the faint hum of magic as the artifact pulsed weakly in the corner, still being held afloat with blood. Aldritch gently placed it on a stool, its glow subdued but persistent. Aldritch stood over it, his eyes narrowing in contemplation.

He called for Sigmund, so he would look at the artefact, if there was anyone or group of people who would know something about it, it was Sigmund and his scientists.

A few minutes later after Sigmund arrived with one of the scientists under him, he stepped forward, his analytical gaze fixed on the relic. "This artifact is a puzzle, Lord Aldritch. Its magic feels… foreign. It isn't just ancient, it resists control, almost as if it has a will of its own."

Aldritch's gaze appeared a bit confused, more thoughtful than so. "A mind of its own… is there a possibility that it is a sentient piece? Or perhaps, it actually contains a piece or shard of the will of an actual being?" He thought aloud.

"My Lord, now that you mention that… there's a possibility!" the younger scientist remarked, his eyes filled with admiration for Aldritch while his mind raced with possibilities. If only they knew this was from a mountain of knowledge from fantasy stories.

Aldritch turned his gaze toward Sigmund, his voice steady. "We'll have to make it bend, by force if so. I don't want a half-measure. Either it becomes ours entirely, or we destroy it. We shouldn't keep something that will backfire in future." Aldritch said.

'We can also keep it and use it as a show of good intentions to the elves and return it to them, if they pull up here with powerful allies.' Aldritch thought to himself.

"We'll look into it thoroughly." Sigmund said.

Ingrid, standing by the entrance, crossed her arms. "The elves wouldn't have used it in battle unless they believed it to be infallible. There must be a key to subduing it. We just need time."

" I leave it to you both then," Aldritch replied, leaving it to Ingrid and Sigmund to handle. "Update me on your progress as you go."

"We will."

…

In a grand tent draped with banners of various noble families, Rindher stood at the head of a long table. Around him, the other family heads – stern, prideful figures of authority, sat in quiet tension.

"The battle was a success, but let's not delude ourselves," Rindher began, his voice measured but firm. "The elves' retreat wasn't total. They must have regrouped, and we can expect a counteroffensive soon. The loss of their artifact will only increases their desperation, though so far, that is yet to be the case."

One of the heads leaned back in his chair, his crimson eyes gleaming. "If their desperation drives them to recklessness, then it's our advantage. But we must remain vigilant. Their magic is not to be underestimated."

"We must also consider our own weaknesses," another head interjected. "The casualties among our lesser forces were not insignificant, though, it didn't affect us in the end. If they target our supply lines or manage another focused assault, we may struggle to recover quickly."

"Really? Supply lines? You must have forgotten where we are right now."

"Ah… you're right, there are no supply lines." He admitted, rubbing his head lightly, drawing light laughs and chuckles from the others.

Rindher spoke as the laughter quieted down. "Well, our strategy moving forward must prioritize fortifying our position while preparing for their next move. We might also have to move soon, deeper into the forest, after all, we're not settling here, so, prepare for that also."

As the discussion continued, the noble heads began to align on a unified strategy, rubbing ideas and thoughts while Rindher made his way out, presumably tired… "heh, I can't even use the excuse of aging anymore… all good things come with a catch, huh?" He said to himself with a beatdown expression as he walked to his tent to rest.

…

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale glow over the ridge where Aldritch stood, surveying the horizon. The camp below buzzed with activity, but here, silence reigned.

Lada approached him, her footsteps soft but deliberate. She wore a flowing black gown, her hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid silk, her breasts in such display that could shake any man. Her gaze was fixed on Aldritch, her eyes reflecting an intensity that had grown impossible to suppress.

"Master," she said softly, her voice carrying both reverence and yearning.

Aldritch turned, his expression almost impassive but curious, as a smile slowly made its way to his face. "Lada, coming here dressed like that…"

She stepped closer, the faintest hint of hesitation in her movements. "I have been too busy ever since we arrived in this world, managing the camp, ensuring everything runs as it should. But… I can't hold on much longer, master, I need you." She said, her tone pitiful, her eyes asking for something in particular.

She took another step, her eyes locking with Aldritch's. With a smirk on his face, he moved closer to her, drawing her into him by her waist as her voluptuous breasts pressed against his chest. Even though he was clothed, he could feel them through her thin layer of clothes.

Aldritch studied her lips for a moment, then, with a faint smirk, he extended a hand, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You know very well how inappropriate that would be in such a place. Do you really not care about the others listening in? Or are you just that kind of slutty woman?"

"Don't tease me… It's not my fault I feel this way for you. I've already held up for more than a month, even before we came here, I can't take it anymore… touching myself doesn't cut it anymore, I need more." Lada pouted as she spoke in a sultry voice. Continue reading stories on empiren/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Despite her plea, Aldritch wasn't going to go overboard with her, at least, not here with all the people moving around. Against 1000 plus vampires with super hearing, there was no way he was doing anything, not as their lord, he still had his dignity to protect.

After a long kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths and tracing over the other's lips, Aldritch pulled back, his finger sliding down between Lada's legs, drawing a sensual moan from her even though she tried to hold back.

"Look how wet you are already, are you sure you can hold back your voice? You don't want everyone knowing how slutty you are, right?" Aldritch said, his fingers tracing circles slowly over her juicy pussy lips that dripped with nectar.

"You're so mean… ~aaahh~~" Lada moaned, her hot breath creating some mist as it left her mouth.

"Now, hold your breath–"

…

While Aldritch and Lada enjoyed themselves under the moonlight, sharing a hot and intense moment, the same could not be said for the Elves. The sacred grove of the Emerald Court remained eerily quiet as the high elves sat in a tense circle, their expressions grim.

The silver-haired commander, his armor still marred by the recent battle, stood before them. "We failed," he said bluntly. "The artifact is lost, and our forces have been pushed back. If we do not act decisively, the vampires will overrun the forest."

Murmurs through the chamber, but one figure remained silent. A tall woman with cascading silver hair and piercing emerald eyes sat away from the table, behind the Elven king. Her aura was regal and commanding, eclipsing even the king seated in front of her.

"The artifact is lost," she said finally, her voice cold and unyielding. "That much is clear. But the failure lies not only with the battlefield commanders but with the council itself. You relied too heavily on a single weapon, and now you face the consequences."

The council members bowed their heads, chastened by her rebuke.

"Not only did you lose twice, you lost a sacred treasure to the enemy. You're at least lucky that your enemy did not kill all of your forces. Whether they are naïve or simply benevolent, I can't say." She said, her close, as if contemplating something.

"I will return to the High State and inform them of the situation," she continued, rising gracefully from her seat. "This war is no longer something you can handle, clearly so. I would suggest differently, but the opponents are the Vampires. The matter is no longer as simple as It first appeared."

The king, despite his high status, dared not object. No one in the chamber did. As the woman turned to leave, her presence lingered, a reminder of authority that surpassed all others in the room. As soon as she left, everyone seemed to breathe out the air they had been holding in their lungs, beads of sweat forming on their smooth Elven faces. The king in particular, appearing nervous.

'If this matter reaches the High State… God, just trouble after trouble.'

…

In the shadowed halls of a dark ancient looking castle, Lord Vaelios stood before a group of his most trusted subordinates.

His piercing gaze scanned their faces before settling on a young vampire looking clad in polished black armor.

"Orven," Vaelios said, his tone carrying the weight of command. "You will carry our message to Vampire that has appeared around the Elven region. Make it clear that his defiance will not be tolerated."

The young vampire bowed deeply. "As you command, my lord. And if he chooses to oppose us?"

"If he shows the slightest resistance, report back immediately."

Vaelios's lips curled into a faint smile. "Then he will know the wrath of the Vampire Society, as our Lord says. Go."

Orven bowed and departed Immediately.

As Orven departed, Vaelios turned his gaze to the horizon. "I wonder what his fate holds."