Fanfic: Darkstalkers: Demitri's Encounter

In the lavish halls of Maximoff castle, deep in the mountains of Romania sits the great demon vampire lord Demitri Maximoff. In his throne room he sits upon his golden throne surrounded by his harem of hand picked beautiful maidens, upon whose blood he has regained his strength over the last century from his exile by the hands of the demon king Belial.

 

    He sits with his right foot crossed over his left knee and leaning his head upon his right fist supported by his elbow on the arm of his chair. His maidens faun over him as though drunk by his presence rubbing his arms and legs as they wrap themselves around him and lay about the various cushions that adorn this hall. A dark half smile adorns his face as he looks like a young blond woman wrapping herself around his leg imagining in her place Morrigan Aensland, the queen of Makai, the one prize that has eluded him along with her throne. His dark lustful day dream quickly vanishes as does his half smile as he notices something is amiss in his throne room.

 

    As he looks up over the many woman, blonds, brunettes, and red-heads, he notices that two are missing. Demitri did not grab these women off the streets, he did not simply abduct young women, he carefully selected each and everyone via a network of agents and tests to gather only the most beautiful women whose blood also had the greatest flavor and potential for power to give him strength upon their turning.

 

    “Where are Julia and Mary?” demands the dark lord surprising his silent harem. They are silent and confused shuttering as he demands in a harsher tone, “Answer me, two of you are not here, where are they?”

 

     A young black haired Japanese woman who had been on his arm who had not shied away at his voice answered him, “M’Lord, They left earlier to attend a vampire power rally.”

 

    “A what?” asks Demitri turning his head to his maiden.

 

   “It is a rally being held by a vampire who calls himself Blood Claw. He is rallying vampires from around the world to join his cause to rise over humanity.”

 

   “hmph” scoffs Demitri, “and two of MY harem went to listen to this fool?”

 

   Not waiting for an answer Demitri rises from his throne, “Where is this meeting place? And how did he come to invite two of MY harem to him.”

 

   Another maiden, a wavy haired Irish red-head brings him a piece of paper, an invitation with directions to the rally.

 

   Demitri grabs the paper and demands to know where it came from. The maiden fearfully tells him how during the last great party one of the vampire guests had been an agent working for Blood Claw who was secretly giving these invitations to members of Demitri’s court including not only a few of his maidens but also some of his staff. Demitri’s eyes glow like two miniature suns, his maidens can feel him squirming around in their heads. He now knows that the five of his harem that had been at the party were given these invitations and can tell that twenty of his vampire staff are also missing from his castle. Small bursts of flames pop-up around the castle as all but one of the invitations is incinerated by Demitri’s will. Demitri walks out onto the balcony and flies off into the night sky.

 

     Far away the skeletinized remains of a small village in Turkey a large rally of vampires from all over the world is taking place. Standing on a large rock concert platform with a microphone stand and large speakers is Blood Claw looking like a punk rock singer; a pale man with a tattered shirt and vest, with tattered blue jeans stands there. He swings his long orangutan like arms and oversized clawed hands around dramatically as speaks; only stopping occasionally to brush his impossibly blue hair from his eyes.

 

    “We are the future!” he screams, “I have lived for 400 years, and in that time humanity has gone further and further out of its way to try and destroy its self! We are the rightful rulers of this world! We could take care of it! Humanity are our food yet we don’t round them up like we should, we don’t control them like we should, our food supply instead has hunters in it that hunt us! Our food supply is trying to wipe its self out! We can’t just stand around and let this happen! We have to take what is ours!”

 

    A large roar can be heard from the crowd and applause stopped by a sudden silence as an explosion of wood erupts from the stage from a black comet like blur slamming into it leaving a massive hole in it next to Blood Claw. Like a demon rising up from Hell Demitri levitates up out of the hole unscathed, standing like a regent of the abyss he looks over the audience and with out the need of a microphone his voice echoes like thunder, “Julia, Mary, come to me!” A golden aura like flares on the surface of the sun emanates from his body as he holds out his hand. Two women in the audience, one blond, one brunette dressed not in the finery of Demitri’s harem, but like teens at a rock concert float into the air grasped by his power and are pulled to the stage and set down next to the hole, “While I do not prohibit you from leaving my castle,” he says, “you do so ONLY with MY consent.” He looks out across the audience, “as for the rest of you traitors who left my court for this fool the sounds of your screams shall be the payment for your betrayal.”

 

    Blood Claw grabs the microphone off the ground and speaks into, “woah! I know of you! This my fellow vampires is the kind of thing we need to avoid, this idiot has only been around for a century, going around like some Count Dracula wannabe. He EVEN tells people he is actually a lot older and some devil vampire from Hell for some such BS!” The audience begins to boo as the twenty staff members that had also left Demitri’s castle try to worm their way to the back and away from the stage in fear.

 

    Demitri does not retort, he doesn’t argue or explain, he simply reaches out his hand. He does not grab Blood Claw by the scruff of his shirt; he does not throttle or hold him in the air. No with all the ease of man plucking a ripe berry from a bush Demitri grabs Blood Claw by his head and crushes it with an explosion of blood and bone. The audience falls as silent as a grave yard; unease begins to float about them as Demitri rises higher into the air and folds his cape around his body. His two harem maidens fall back behind him and drop to their knees uttering prayers to him as though he were a wrathful god.

 

    A few of the fleeing attendants look back and see an all too familiar red glow coming from the stage as crimson flames engulf Demitri, an event that occurs in an instant, but to them, especially with their heightened vampire perception seems to go on for minutes in slow motion. Demitri unfolds his cape to reveal his true demonic form for all too see, covered in blood red flames. From the flames like bats literally out of Hell fly forth his attack. These bolts of energy shaped like bats, a hundred, a thousand, maybe even a million in number make the field glow like a wild fire as they fly into the sky and come crashing down into the audience with massive explosions. To those on the outskirts who fled and managed to survive, they would describe this event to their fellows as like being in a war-zone. One man had done what they would have thought it would have taken an army to accomplish, like missiles had been dropped on them.

 

    The flames subside and Demitri returns to his normal state watching as the few survivors scream and flee. Whether or not some are of his court he does not care, they wont return to him, and they would know better than any the punishment for disobedience to Lord Demitri. He turns and looks at his still praying harem maidens, “Stop that noise.” He says simply. He points to the corpse of Blood Claw as he begins to emit blue sparks and burns its self to dust as customary for his type, “That,” says Demitri, “That creature’s words you would bother to listen too even though you have been in MY presence? He is dust; a vile low class creature of the human world. Would you have I the great Lord Demitri, the Lord of House Maximoff behave like that? Raising an army of fools to take on a ridiculous errand of trying to subvert this world’s leaders?”

 

      Demitri raises his fist proudly to his chest, “I am Demitri Maximoff future ruler of Makai. I have no need for the human world’s governments. Why would I desire to control humans as cattle? Only to make the weak pathetic excuses for vampires of this world more frequent in number. Only the strong shall survive, only those who hunt, only those who know true power in their veins. You of my harem are stronger than these weaklings, for you are mine. You have no need for their empty promises, no need to want humans in cages to be fed upon by the lazy and weak. Let those who are weak be hunted and killed by the humans and other dark ones. You who are in my harem shall be envied by the greatest demons of Makai for being in my presence, worshiped like goddesses by billions there when I the Great Lord Demitri Maximoff take the throne and make Morrigan my queen and slave.”

 

      Demitri looks down at them saying, “Now stand and return to the castle.” Demitri flies into the sky with Julia and Mary fearfully flying a short distance behind him into the sky, they watch the vampires below fleeing in terror from the scene where over a hundred vampires have been burned to nothing by their master. They are startled as he speaks one last time before their return to the castle, “When we get back you are to burn those ridiculous cloths and only wear the proper attire befitting a maiden of my court.”