Propaganda: i think its sexy and based and i've only ever seen one fic for it personally :(
Now, let’s keep things civil. This is a silly poll where we can share why we love our overlooked ships. There’s no need to be nasty to prove your point. Bashers will be consumed by Darkness.
Tags: Vampires, Blood Drinking, Sexual References, Character Death, Light Necrophilia (?), Inspired by Castlevania (?)
She wanted knowledge, so she sought knowledge from the one who had been there when history was not history but the present day.
On the edge of a certain township, nestled in the range of certain mountains streaked with volcanic glass and obsidian, there was a manor. No one ever came to it and no one ever left it but every night torches would be lit and there would be a gentle candlelight glow coming from the inside of it and it had been like that, unchanging but steady in rhythm, for centuries.
It was ill advised to make the pilgrimage but one Tenjoin Asuka, with that unquenchable desire to learn and learn, she went against such warnings and ascended along the path. And when she arrived, she would have been that manor’s first visitor in many, many years. Eons, even. But the manor was just as it was rumoured. Black and dark with crystal-eyed gargoyles watching the front door but she was unafraid.
With the back of her hands, she rapped on the front door, “Hello?” she sang out. “Is anybody home?”
Her eyes darted up and about. She saw that there was light inside the manor. It wasn’t blindingly so, given how gargantuan this place was, but they were there. It was homely. Asuka’s eyes searched the door again and she felt foolish but she noticed the bronze doorknocker - a horrible faced boar - and reached for it. It was situated a good head or so taller than her so she had to get up on her tiptoes. And just as her fingertips grazed the smooth ring of its plaque, the door opened. Swinging wards and she gave a startled noise.
From inside the doorway, she heard a demure chuckle. She blushed.
Asuka saw the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in the doorway. Rather taller than her; voluptuous and wearing only the thinnest clothes on such a cold night that had just pressed past a frigid twilight. Her eyes were sharp and her lips were sharper as she studied the most unlikely guest whom she had.
Asuka was starstruck as she tried to muster herself to speech. Her sudden shyness amused the woman but somehow, she bustled through her own social impediment.
“I desire what you have. Your library, I hear, is the stuff of legends. I want to enrich myself on those tomes and I will not be taking no for an answer.” Asuka said.
The woman’s grin grew wider.
“My name is Asuka and to whom do I owe the pleasure?”
“Camula.” she replied. “Thy name is Camula and I am impressed with ye, come in, come in.”
Asuka was mutably pleased with herself as she was invited inside. And the inside of this manor was just as grand as the outside. The decor was rich and decadent but brutal. Tapestries of the most brutal deaths in history adorned the walls which were seemingly endless. The manor was a maze within but this woman - Camula - navigated them so well compared to Asuka, who just kept track of where they were going mentally, was already quite confused.
The doors opened by themselves at the threshold of the library. Asuka was stunned. She had never seen such automations before. From what she could observe, the only living souls in this manor was herself and her madam, Camula. She had not spied a servant or any quarters which would pertain to such.
Camula kept sashaying forth and Asuka kept pace. She stole glances around. It smelt old and musty but there were rows upon rows of bookcases which were taller than trees and all of them crammed tight with tomes and grimoires and all sorts of treasure troves of history. Merely being in their presence, Asuka felt blessed and eager.
Camula sat down in a plush armchair by a central, brick fireplace in the middle of the library. There was a twin to the set so Asuka did the same. She kept her knees and ankles together but Camula was more languid in her body language. Asuka glanced down and she noticed the fire had not been lit.
Camula noticed and Asuka stiffened. She worried if she had committed some faux pas but Camula merely giggled with a smirk, she lifted a hand and snapped her fingers. The fire ignited.
“H-How did you do that?” Asuka stuttered out the question.
“Dominion over fire is one benefit of my longevity,” Camula said and she spoke with sloth, bringing attention to her crimson lips and Asuka was entranced, even as she saw those unnatural canines in the corners, she chose to believe they were carved or natural disfigurements, “counteracts the loneliness and starvation. Almost. You come to Camula, yes, for her knowledge and her library. That must mean you are familiar with the not quite truths of my power and my resources, yes?”
Asuka frowned. “I heard you were a vampire, yes, if that is what you are asking but I do not believe in such monsters.”
“A shame.” Camula said. “Because such monsters believe in you.”
Asuka shivered. “What do you mean?”
Camula leaned over the armrests of the armchairs, just so she could touch Asuka’s face. She winced. Camula’s fingers were ice cold and her nails were more like the talons of a vulture.
“I am vampire. That is no lie nor no rumour. The exactness of vampirism, yes, it is murky to those unaware but I am a vampire.” Camula whispered. “And if you desire all of this, all of thy library to study, then I wish to feed from you, dearest Asuka.”
Asuka had come here for knowledge. Including and especially that which had been forbidden to her. Her furrowed brows were cute and she lifted her arm to Camula, flexing the muscle and making a vein in the pale of her arm more noticeable, even in the fireside dim of the library.
“I want to see more of the effects of your vampirism, and what would you recommend? Reading forward or reading backward? Beginning at the beginning of time or at what you have most recent?” Asuka asked, withholding a tremble in her arm as Camula caressed her there.
Her fingers slid sensually along the flat of Asuka’s forearm. Her heart pounded. Camula looked up to her and her eyes glowed in the dark like a bat’s. There was a droop of hunger to her demeanour. Forlorn and agonised with what she had been denied for so long.
“Whatever you desire, dearest Asuka.” Camula replied.
“Very well.” Asuka said. “You have my consent to feed from me.”
Asuka steeled herself but there was very little need to. Camula was gentle. She kissed the inner of Asuka’s wrist before sliding her face, soft as velvet, down Asuka’s forearm before stopping at the crook of her elbow. She held on a little tighter and there was dual pinch. Asuka flinched but she didn’t let that turn into hesitation or suspicion as Camula fed from her.
The taste of Asuka’s blood was divine. She was sweet as a noblewoman should be; having grown up on buttered, honey toast and game grown on verdant pastures. Camula taste it all and what a feast Asuka provided her with. She was succulent.
Asuka watched, intrigued, as this vampire drank her blood. After losing what felt like a quart of blood, she withdrew her arm and Camula sighed. She let Asuka go but Asuka felt her nails trail on her skin and Camula held her hand. She looked up, in a daze, blood on her lips. Tasteful trails, not messy. She licked idly at them and Asuka was fascinated.
“You should eat too, dear,” Camula told her, “not good to lose too much blood at once, yes?”
Asuka nodded but Camula laughed. There was a mirth in her eyes which surprised Asuka.
“But let me guess, you would like it brought out here so you may read simultaneous to tending to your own health and hungers?” Camula asked.
“How did you know?” Asuka asked, a little sheepish.
“I just know these things.” Camula told her.
Asuka smiled with a hint of a blush. Camula excused herself and left Asuka alone. She was giddy but it was a quiet sort of giddy. She couldn’t tell if it was from blood loss or the gain of something else. She looked around the hallowed room once more - such a gargantuan library - and she was just filled with wonder. She just knew this would be a most beneficial relationship between herself and Camula.
And oh what a true prophecy that was.
From Camula, Asuka feeded and from Asuka, Camula feeded. Soon, not just in the library or along Asuka’s arms, but elsewhere too. Asuka permitted Camula’s lips to all parts of her body. Underneath her clothes and deep between her legs, upon her breasts and in sessions long and sweet for them both. In turn, Asuka found many reading nooks in the various places of the castle - including and especially what would become her favour, Camula’s royal bedchambers.
They spent months together in this bliss of satiating all their various hungers: of the body, of the mind, and even of the soul. From the dead of winter all the way to the brink where summer surrenders to an already pervading autumn. But it was at that fall of summer and that rise of autumn that they experienced a fall of a different kind.
Asuka’s older brother, concerned for his younger sister’s welfare had come searching for her. Though she had disowned herself when he had tried to stifle her curiosity and tenacity, he had come looking and upon that mountainside, streaked with vermillion leaves and harsh outcroppings of rock, he found her.
In the ballroom and in the arms of her lover.
The ballroom was huge. Of marble tiles and tall marble spires. It was wall to wall with mirrors that only Asuka could see herself in. Dress sashaying about but there were two sounds of high heels on the crisp, clean flooring. A place where instruments played themselves: a harp, a lure, a violin. All of Camula’s favourites and more playing songs that Asuka knew from before the first century that humans recorded and recognised.
It had been such a wonderful night for them both. Camula was always one ready for a dance and at the end of what had been harvest time for the human peons down off the mountainside was a perfect time. Asuka had agreed. One last time to don their summer dresses of brilliant scarlet and sepia. They could have danced the night away and that had been their intention with their dancing eventually leading to something else but then the door opened unexpectedly.
Banging and clanging and they were both terrified, holding onto each other, a mess of arms and scars, and Asuka saw him.
“Fubuki.” she gasped and she gasped again when he acted first and thought second.
He shot a crossbow with an arrow meant for Camula.
Camula screamed as Asuka slumped in her arms. Asuka had never lost blood quite like this before. It always felt like a kiss of passion from Camula. This was passion too. Just not quite so sensuous. More wrathful than that. And when she died, fearing for her own life and safety, Camula abandoned Asuka, even though that caused her to screech in anguish than if she had been the one to have had a stake launched against her.
Her eerily beautiful human body gave way to fur and she transformed into a bat. She escaped and Fubuki cursed her name. Blaming her for his sister’s death than his own hands but at least she was back. She was no longer with monsters. Not realising his own monstrousness as he took back his sister and buried her six feet under. Caressing her arms, covered in bite marks from repeated sessions of bleeding, seeing something vile where Asuka once saw love.
But Camula would not rescind her lover quite so easily.
Asuka wanted knowledge for knowledge’s sake. She did not want immortality or vampirism. She still saw good in humans, even when Camula relayed stories of all the times she had to hide for her own safety. If only tonight had been one of those nights in the crypt where she begged for humans to leave her alone but she was alive as she was dead and she wanted to celebrate every minute she had with Asuka as human lives were so finite.
Completely unlike the dirt they buried themselves in after they lived. Dirt, Camula thought, was endless as she sifted through the soil that Asuka - her Asuka - was buried beneath. She scraped through it with an expression born of ferity. Not caring remotely for how it sullied and tarnished the silk dress and ermine coat that she adorned herself in. Not even as how the dirt became slurry and mud as rain poured overhead, stingingly cold and cruel. Not until she felt her whole body quake when her claws raked against wood. Not even fine, mahogany wood. Just pine. Asuka deserved better, Camula cursed her brother and her pitiful family.
She had not been stolen away and seduced. She had journeyed and been loved for her inquisitive nature. Her accursed stone gravestone was wrong and Camula would ensure it was.
Camula broke through the wood and she saw Asuka’s face. Pale, tinged green and blue but still so, so beautiful. Like a saint. Camula helped Asuka out of it. Her body like the poppets that Camula was so fond of making for herself.
With a heaving breath, desperate and wrong, Camula kissed Asuka. They had done so much together but never this for a vampire’s kiss was all that it took. Took to return life to a corpse and to cause an undeath in a human. But Camula kissed Asuka hard, even when she tasted for the chemicals they used to embalm her body and it sickened Camula. Things were meant to die and become putrid. She knew that all too well as an immortal.
But at least Asuka woke up from her death like she had woken up from a nap. She was confused, her brown eyes wide, and then she realised. Thunder crashed and boomed; lightning was quick to follow like a snivelling dog. And Asuka’s heart broke: with that realisation, yes, but with the grief she saw on Camula, like mud and rain and death.
“What have you done?” Asuka asked, tears in her eyes but Camula was praying they were raindrops.
“I couldn’t,” Camula sobbed, “I could not face eternity after knowing you and your love, please, dearest Asuka, forgive me and mine own selfishness. I am no different to your brother and murderer.”
Asuka took Camula’s hand. She didn’t know how to console her. She didn’t know if she ought to but she at the very least took Camula’s hand and marvelled at the fact it was still cold. Just like hers now, she supposed, and she kissed Camula. Camula kissed back and she snivelled into it. Scurrying and terrified but Asuka didn’t mind as there was a dominance to her own kiss. A pierce of the lips as she tried to grapple with the feeling of having fangs in her own mouth. Camula whimpered and she bled with the sludge that vampires carried in their own veins in the place of blood. It was foul. Putrid. But she kept kissing back to Asuka’s forceful kiss in her very own grave.
Propaganda: i love shipping judai with anyone else, including this ship, but it was however overshadowed by gx rivalshipping which was used to be my all time favorite. looking back to the gx fandom after my main hyperfixation (which was erm… yugioh gx) was replaced by smg4 last year, i want to move on from that popular ship and become a fusionshipper instead.
Propaganda: i think its sexy and based and i've only ever seen one fic for it personally :(
Now, let’s keep things civil. This is a silly poll where we can share why we love our overlooked ships. There’s no need to be nasty to prove your point. Bashers will be consumed by darkness.
Pairing 1: Controlshipping (Camula/ Tenjouin Asuka | Alexis Rhodes)Propaganda: i think its sexy and based and i've only ever seen one fic for it personally :(
Propaganda: my farking FRIEND who doesn’t have tumblr asked me to
Now, let’s keep things civil. This is a silly poll where we can share why we love our overlooked ships. There’s no need to be nasty to prove your point. Bashers will be consumed by darkness.
Named as such because Roger plans on putting Yuya under his control, like brainwashing him, in order to use him for further his plans for total Synchro Dimensional domination.
Gives nose/forehead kisses: MarleyGets jealous the most: MarleyPicks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: KitaTakes care of on sick days: KitaDrags the other person out into the water on beach day: KitaGives unprompted massages: MarleyDrives/rides shotgun: KitaBrings the other lunch at work: MarleyHas the better parental relationship: KitaTries to start role-playing in bed: Kita xDEmbarrassingly drunk dancer: MarleyStill cries watching Titanic: KitaFirmly believes in couples costumes: KitaBreaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: MarleyMakes the other eat breakfast: KitaRemembers anniversaries: KitaBrings up having kids: They consider adoption if they want kids.
