One night as I watched this divine creature fight his demons, I realized that maybe the thing that would finally make him crumble could be the same sex. Perhaps catch him so off guard, he'd tumble over the edge. Knowing I looked like the perfect specimen of the male species, I didn’t bother with dreams of others, or even involving my mind demon--but decided to do the work myself.

I would forever remember my first thought I crafted for him. Not so much because it was anything unusual in itself--but because I took so much time perfecting it--and because it worked.
Waiting until he was beyond tortured with his own thoughts of women deep in a sleep, I rolled the dice that he’d be a bottom--only because it was the complete opposite of his usual fantasies of taking control.

It was only an image: from his point of view looking up at me, my muscled arms holding his knees apart as my ripped body disappeared down between his legs as I smirked--popping one dimple as my long hair fell in my face.

He gasped awake, eyes flying open as he arched a little, hand going to his bulge as he came in his pants.
Even I was surprised at how easily it had happened. The soldier sat up in bed and put his head in his hands, mumbling to his very confused self.

After that it was easy. Every night I added something, went into a little more detail, and every night his own mind would add to it itself. It wasn’t a week before we were fucking away in his dreams--both coming with glorious abandon. By this time, I was going home to Hell several nights in a row and fucking countless demons into nothingness--unable to stop myself.

I waited until the other parts of his life began to falter even further. The rumors of Transylvanian soldiers being eaten by cannibals in the middle of the night. The rumors that reached their country of the Protestant Reformation. The Turks advanced, getting closer every day.

Before I chose a night to go to him, though, I decided to bring along something else. Someone to make the fall that much greater, that much more final, and to help make sure I succeeded.

Transylvania was falling apart as a region, under the control of the Eastern Hungarian Kingdom. The Hungarian leader Zapolya was about to gain control away from the House of Habsburg and everything was mass, beautiful chaos. The Transylvanians still had somewhat of a royal family, despite the fact that they didn’t have much control any longer. The rumors were true--what was left of the royal family had been changed by a magical force that I had started, still not sure where I wanted to go with it. They were the ones killing their own army, eating human flesh as they seduced their victims. Their princess, Eupraxia, was one of my favorite triumphs of all time--while also being one of the most tragic.

Seducing her had been some of the most fun I’d ever had. Not that she really resisted--she teased. As in she knew I was going after her and refused to succumb to my mind demon’s advances only so that I would show myself to her. I had entered her begging heat only for a moment, explaining that we could not continue. That moment inside her, that tiny bit of darkness from within me--that’s what changed her and gave her an appetite for skin and muscle, which she then spread.

If anyone’s needs were darker than my prey’s, it was hers. Eupraxia easily went along with me, her creepy smile matching mine as we headed towards the army’s camp. As she waited outside, I stepped inside his tent.



Being the Captain that he was, it was a lavish even if makeshift room--not because he’d request such, but that his hosts insisted. Fancy candles, even a mirror and a place to wash--and a bed.

His deep brown eyes widened in horror when he looked up from where he stood and realized I was the one from his dreams. I wore pants, but hadn’t bothered with a shirt--knowing my chest was one of my best features. I stood confidently, the same smirk teasing at my lips from the first thing I had ever sent him.

“No, no this can’t be happening,” He shook his head, closing his eyes tight along with his fists.
I’d finally learned his name after weeks of only hearing the others call him ‘Captain’ or ‘Captain Haner’.

“Elwin…” I used my smoothest, deepest voice to be a mix of seduction and comfort as I stepped towards him. After I raised his chin with a finger, he finally warily opened his eyes again.

“You’re...you really are the Devil.” I could hear the fear and resignation in his voice.

“You make it sound so terrible, Elwin. Good and evil aren’t what you have been taught your whole life. Why resist me, dear? There is no point.”

I could see the dichotomy in his beautifully tragic eyes, could smell it. Denying himself for so long had created such turmoil inside every fiber of his being that it radiated and tore at him, creating something mystical inside him that seemed it was meant for me, called to me.

“I just want peace. To be left alone. I don’t want to be this, what I am. It’s wrong.”

I chuckled darkly and stepped closer to him so that our bodies were almost touching, “I pity in watching you suffer, soldier.” I slowly stalked around him until I was behind him--and then pulled the slightly shorter man back against me by the hips with both hands, whispering in his ear as his eyelids fluttered, “I won’t tell you who not to be, Elwin.” I pushed my hips forward, so that my intentions were known, “If you’re too frightened to touch a woman, then lets start with the touch of a man.”

Elwin’s long black locks fell back onto my shoulder and I could hear a barely audible groan. Even though I knew I’d won, I continued the seduction, wanting him to fully give himself before I took.

“Immerse yourself into the true kingdom of redemption, Elwin--my kingdom.” I accompanied my words with clasping a hand over the growing bulge in his pants, eliciting a deep inhale from him. He all but melted into my chest before I turned him to face me--pulling him into my hot kiss. Whimpering, he kissed back suddenly--pressing his body against mine before pulling away, gasping.
“You’re burning.” He could hardly breathe.
I cocked an eyebrow, “Can you take me?”
I watched his dark eyes flit over my face as he turned the question over in his mind before nodding.
Even though I knew the answer, I had only wanted to hear his confirmation of the opposite. He couldn’t take me, at least not for long. That’s where Eupraxia came in--later. For now he was mine, even if for only a few glorious strokes.

His mouth dropped when our clothes were suddenly gone and he stared at it.
Moving forward with a cocky smile on my face, he backed up away from me until he was under me on the bed. Elwin moaned deeply when I kissed him and I kept my body away from his--not wanting to overwhelm him with heat.

Slicking my fingers with my mind, two of them slid inside the man under me as his cock leaked against his stomach. I only had to move a little before he was moaning louder, hands going to the hot skin of my shoulders.
Once he adjusted, the soldier asked, “Wh-what do I call you?”
My eyes met his and I replied firmly, “My real name is Shadows. You may call me whatever you wish.”
His long fingers threaded through my long hair as he pulled my lips down onto his. I scissored my fingers and added a third--loving Elwin’s reaction as he continued to moan into my kiss.

Breaking away--I ran a finger down his cheek, “You ready?”
I grinned at his over-eager nod and stood up at the edge of the bed so he could get an eyeful as I spread his legs. Pumping myself, I watched his pupils blow even wider as he reacted by touching himself and biting his lip.

I pressed against the resistant ring of muscle until it gave, letting me into the tight heat as Elwin cried out. The pleasure mounted as I fully seated myself, the body on the bed writhing and twisting as he continued to cry and arch back, fingers unclenching from around his erection.

“Sh-Shadows--”

I thrust lightly, barely able to contain myself as sweat broke out across my chest and my head fell back. When I felt him accept me and he started to moan loudly, I thrust harder.

Fuck, I really should stop…

Elwin groaned in need when I pulled out. Lying on the bed, I turned him away from me and took him from behind and that’s when Eupraxia walked in. The Captain was so lost in the pleasure that he wasn’t even surprised as she de-robed and climbed on the bed on his other side.
As my hips rolled forward, my cock being swallowed by delicious clenches over and over, I grunted in Elwin’s ear, “I don’t think you’ve met Eupraxia--she’s Transylvanian royalty and she’s here to make sure you come.”



He was silent, staring at her until she was kissing him with red-stained lips. His hands massaged her breasts and when she mounted him, he cried out loudly again. With his inexperience, I knew he would come soon and that would make me get closer, and I knew I had to stop.

Cursing my curse, I slowed and made to pull out--when long fingers grasped back at my hip.
“D-don’t you dare leave me now, Shadows--” Elwin pressed back against me, taking my thickness fully back into him. Eupraxia only smiled wickedly at him, and then at me.

I stroked his cheek, desperately not wanting to erase his existence--just to have him fall, have him as mine, “You’ll die, Elwin. Your soul will perish if I come inside you.”
I gulped in air when he started fucking back onto me. Stumbling over words, I tried to make myself stop him.

“I don’t care. I want to die.”

The words crushed me, but I knew he couldn’t know any better. Giving in and wanting to make his last moments of existence worth it, I stroked his hair and bit at his ear, growling, “Do what you’ve always wanted to do to her. Let loose. Give in.”

As Eupraxia continued to stroke his hardness with her wet core, Elwin folded his arms around her. Long fingers tightened into her hair and he yanked her head to the side hard. Lips pulled back from his teeth in a hiss, Elwin’s dominance erupted and he latched onto her neck--flesh tearing as his teeth sunk deeper. The princess keened, eyelids fluttering as we were all flung towards the edge.

Blood dripped down her neck and I couldn’t help but push harder into the inviting heat as it clenched around me--pulled at me. Despite how much I hated getting this close--feeling the heat coil and burn inside without ever getting released--I didn’t, couldn’t, stop.

“I’m gonna come--” The words tumbled out of Elwin’s lips as they let go of Eupraxia’s neck. He hadn’t actually eaten her flesh like she would his if she wanted, but as I looked down at his facial features as his eyes closed and his mouth fell open--I could tell he’d been drinking her blood. As the two others came together beautifully and he clamped tight around me, I waited for the inevitable frustration--only to be met with the soul-shattering awesomeness that hit me hard and blinded me as it coursed through my veins and shot out of me into Elwin. Roaring, I shoved up against his backside as we all finished together--moans and screams echoing off the tent walls.

A dark light flashed and suddenly Elwin and I were consumed by a tornado of blackness that held all the horrors of my darkest past, darkest desires. I couldn’t focus after such final release, but barely registered I was still inside the soldier. Slipping out of him, I held Elwin as he died in my arms. The second his human body perished, we toppled together towards Hell--through what I would later refer to as my nightmare.

My feet landed squarely home--Hell shaking underneath me as the nightmare dissipated. The body in my arms was suddenly standing in front of me as I looked at my empty hands and the being looked over himself.

The formerly chocolate brown eyes were pitch black, and the formerly melancholy, self-deprecating soul had been replaced by confidence and all-out swagger, accompanied by what would become a legendary tilt up of cupid bow lips and an arch of an eyebrow.

Looking straight at me and standing tall, shoulders back, the demon Synyster Gates put his arm around me as I flung one over his shoulders. With that smirk, he chuckled,

“Where does one get a drink around here, pal?”

Notes

Most of the history stuff is true--it took awhile to research. Ultimately, the Ottomans won a battle where Syn "was" in 1526.
Eupraxia was supposedly a nickname of Vlad II's (vampire "history" dates back to Vlad the Impaler) wife, which would've been the previous century.

Hope this was worth the wait, and hope you enjoyed the ridiculous history lesson ; )
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