Fantasy novel by Tashmal, 2002 – 2005
ALTERNATE EARTH setting by Tashmal 1993

dedicated to the women of צה"ל.

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MATURE CONTENT  (bondage, bdsm, violence/gore, ideologically sensitive)

(NOTE: I know my audience reads my stuff mainly because of the bondage, but if I want to ever get published, I need more than the bondage mumbo-jumbo. So, while in this old novel there is still much bondage, the focus is more on plot, characters and setting than on the kinky stuff. So, you have been warned.)

If this were a movie:
Wofram von Mettlach: Bruce Willis   brucewillis.info/
PROLOGUE
THE BLOODY MEADS OF TER-SHA-KOR
Prologue music theme:
Entre dos Tierras, by Heroes del silencio
play.spotify.com/track/4rJdaSw…

They came across the ridge like a black tidal wave.
Wolfram´s grip around the hilt of his sword tightened. His breathing was shallow, sweat was running into his eyes.
To hear the Grand Konnetable say the enemy army numbered 100.000 was one thing, actually seeing them all coming down that hill out for his and his comrade´s blood was something else entirely, as he now learned.
They started to scream, all at once, like a single entity. A shrill scream out of 100.000 throats, like alle demons of hell. They WERE all demons of hell.
Horses shied at the sound, and men nearly did too. The banner leader near Wolfram shouted:
“Keep your pants on, boys!”
They started to run, but kept perfect formation. Their banners in blue, violet and purple were the only things not black in this avalanche.
The young knight was determined not to turn and run. He had been so his entire young life. How quickly such determination can waver in the face of reality, a detached part of his mind observed with clinical precision.
They were now near enough to discern details. All wore the black armor out of this strange black, smooth, glossy stuff looking like a beetles back plate. Legs in over knee boots, arms in long gloves, they all had helmets with facemasks, everything out of this unholy material too. Their weapons were spears, black too, even the sword like blades of the instruments a shiny, smooth black. The hilts of swords rose behind their shoulders. Each of them looked exactly like the other, like an army of giant ants.
“Hold the line, boys! For the Lord and the Reich!”
Wolfram smelt stuff. Some of the young guys around him had defecated. The rallying cry of their banner leader was repeated by others, and the crusader army answered the scream out of hell with more defiance than determination and confidence.
Their waist long raven black hair was tied back to long plaits. They were not tall, even smaller than average human females.
It was time for the arrows. The bowmen behind the sword fighters released a first wave of them, only seconds later coming down on the black mass. Some fell, most not.
Some moments passed, the distance between the two hosts diminishing further. The demons bows had shorter range, mostly due to the inferior physical strength of their archers, which led to smaller bows. Then the Kver shot too.
It looked like a black storm cloud, as their arrows came down on the crusaders. A guy to Wolframs right was hit in the neck, gargled, gripping for the arrow, spitting blood, falling.
Others in the young knight´s vicinity were hit too. The banner leader cried:
“Forward! Deus vult!”
Yes, god wants it, Wolfram thought, raised his blade and charged like most of those around him, screaming like mad. Only 30 feet separated the two armies now.
The next seconds passed like in a trance, time coming to a standstill. There was the moment when the monsters suddenly stopped screaming all at once – and changed the spears from one lead hand to the other in a swift, fluent movement.
A fist of ice gripped Wolframs heart, just the moment before the black blades of the enemy spears penetrated the bodies of the first line of Christian warriors on the sword arm side, not on the side covered by the men´s shields.
The female demons worked the spears deeply in, blood sprayed about, men screamed like pigs during the slaughter. The second line of vampires passed between the first and advanced beyond the dying humans.
The grass of the meadow was bathed in blood and tissue in an instant. Wolfram charged further, met a demon of the enemies second line. He blocked her spear with his blade and brought the shield down on her body, hitting an arm. Bones cracked, the monster shrieked in pain. He saw her black fangs behind the face mask, saliva dropping down from them. Injured, she went to one knee.
Wolframs blade severed her head, going down to the shoulder bones. He freed the blade and turned to the next monster. She had lost her spear and attacked with her strange sword. Blades met only two times, and her sword arm lay in the bloody grass, she screaming and going down.
Then he saw her. She was tall like a male, her plaited hair was blonde. She used two swords at once, just killing two warriors in the blink of an eye.
Wolfram didn’t hesitate. Their blades met. Her eyes were of a startling blue. She moved with lightning speed. The knight had been bitten once by a large stray dog as a child, and the black blade now penetrating his body armor and his belly felt the same. For a moment.
He didn’t know how it came about, but he lay on the grass and starred into the grey sky. It would rain soon, he thought. My mother will cry.
The blonde monster was above him, looking down on him. Their gazes met. She turned away, he closed his eyes. The pain became unbearable. He started to scream…
XXX
Wolfram von Mettlach opened his eyes, panting heavily. Sweat stood on his brow and bald skull. The sheets were glued to his body like the outworlder´s tape to a mummified slave slut.
He freed himself of them and climbed out of the bed. It was cold in the chamber, the fire out. Wolfram rose slowly and headed for the waste bowl.
The dream came every night. He couldn’t recall all battles he had fought after this first one, but the dream came every night.
XXX
The guests had come an hour ago. Knights from the Kaisers court, a priest from the Holy Father at Aachen, an outworlder with dark skin and a sharp nose.
The outworlder was silent, only his black eyes not leaving Wolfram, while the others talked.
Finally, the priest said:
“So, Lord von Mettlach, will you follow the call of Kaiser, Reich and the Lord himself? To a final crusade, to cleanse HIS holy world from the ghastly vampires out of hell once and for all?
The cause needs the great victor of Budapest, Syracus and Alexandria. Will you Lord Wolfram, lead Gods own army to final victory?”
Wolfram said nothing. The scar at his belly hurt.