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Dresner again, from the depths of the grave it seems. I finished RE Village and felt inspired so I wrote this to fill in some back story that I can imagine for the Internet's favorite Big titty vampire domme mommy GF that is Miss Lady D. I've been feeling a bit deep so it will be a rather serious tone. I hope you enjoy it when I give it more.
For those who don't know or don't care, I do use OC's. So here is a rundown on some events in here that I reference from a personal story I write in my time when I'm bored as hell, depressed, or just feeling creative. I don't care too much for anything canon-wise because this story takes place in 1958.
If you like it, that's awesome. If not, then that's awesome too.
I don't own anything but my two OC's.
Niflheim: A frozen hellscape where my OC's are deployed for the organization they work for. Think the middle east in turmoil, but frozen.
Vril: My name for the method of travel between worlds
Characters-
Karl Dael: Main OC, Old as fuck (50 by my timeline), Salty as fuck, Solider workings as a Hired gun, PTSD, and fun to write
Claudia Marlin: Other Main OC, Older than Fuck (600-ish years old), Legit witch, and vague as all hell
The witch takes a hit off her French cigarette, its red glow illuminating the cabin of the horse-drawn carriage. Her long black hair faded into the night while her pale skin glowed in the light of the small red flame. The tall bodyguard across from her clutched a worn Italian submachine gun in his gloved hands. Romania wasn't somewhere she was expecting to be this time of year. The winters in eastern Europe were usually cruel, but the ride itself in this carriage proved much more brutal. Muddy and bombed-out roads from the world war left by the new government imposed by the new occupiers.
"Tell me again, Claudia," Her bodyguard spoke, "Why did we have to go in the winter? I'm sure your portals can work in the summer."
"I love the winter," She replies with a warm unabashed smile. "The Vril allows us to travel anywhere, anytime, and for any reason. Why not go to my favorite place in the world, during my favorite season and favorite time?"
He rolls his eyes and looks outside, surveying the area. The two traveled by Vril to a train station in Hungary to go to the Carpathian Mountains, boarding Romania, and the USSR. It was already hell trying to get through Soviet and puppet government security troops, but to cross the mountains by horse-drawn carriage? Claudia hands him a cigarette from her silver cigarette case.
"You need to calm yourself, Karl dear." She tells him caringly. "Remember when we get to the village to leave the beretta in the carriage. This isn't a liquidation; it's a friendly visit."
"Friendly visit?" He asks her, his voice full of jest and surprise. "You told me you needed me for an important assignment, top priority. I even forfeited my leave for this! Two years at the front in that frozen shithole to go where? Another frozen shithole!"
Karl was a tad cross, or rather mad, but she knew he was thankful to get some time with her and away from the hell of their lengthy stay in Niflheim. The deployment to that frozen hellscape is taking a toll on everyone to include herself. As a high-ranking Console member, it was deathly stressful, and for her husband and field commander, it was just as taxing.
"It will be worth it, trust me." She reassures him with a warm gaze. "Have I ever wasted your time, lover?"
A light chuckle escapes out of a faint smirk as he takes the cigarette from her. Claudia snaps her fingers, and a flame appears to light it for him. "No, But at least your parlor tricks keep me entertained." Karl takes a long drag off the cigarette as the carriage enters a rural village flanked by large mountains with a massive, imposing castle lording over it. He sticks his head out of the window to see humble villagers going about their days in the cold weather—hunters carrying fresh game into town, women taking care of children, and young girls performing chores.
"A rather medieval population." Karl remarks with some disdain. "Are you sure we are not in Niflheim?"
"Eastern Europe always looks like this." Claudia explains, "But any country would after the Red Army and the Nazis fought to the death in your backyard."
She glances at the village with an eye for detail to see the village itself was relatively untouched. To her shock, the castle itself was appeared to be in pristine condition!
"There appears to be a decent amount of fighting-age males here," Karl says, putting the Model 38 under the seat. "They appear healthy as well. If the scribes are correct, the Red government couldn't handle the food situation until next year. It's what, 1956? 1958?"
"1958," Claudia replies flatly. "To the castle driver!"
"Yes, Madam." The driver replies.
"We are here to visit a friend of mine who is living in that castle," Claudia explains as they pass by a small village square with a shielded maidan at its center. She moves over to sit next to Karl as the imposing castle begins to fill their view. The castle appeared like a gigantic gothic monster sizing up the next meal in the humble village below it. She rests her head on his shoulder with her long black and grey hair covering the rest of his arm. The witch was so small compared to him, but her power eminence.
"Castle Dimitrescu," Claudia says with fondness as she says its name. "A wonderful time in my life."
"You've been here before?" Karl asks as the carriage passes through a strange gate. "I thought you grew up in the"
"I spent a while in Europe before we met," Claudia replies as the nostalgia fills her mind. "I used to be a maiden here tending to the house in between my adventures. The family here is known for their fine wines and hospitality until their old age overcame them. I believe there is still a young girl here, which has kept the family business together, if memory serves. But that was so long ago, just before the first great war."
"She might be alive if the village is untouched," Karl says casually. "The Germans or Soviets would have burned or bombed this place to atoms if they were here. It's unsettling to see this place seem so untouched."
"Does it bother you that you're not in a warzone, Cher?" Claudia replies look at him as she takes a drag from her cigarette.
"When you've been at war for the majority of your life, any foreign place with a lot of fighting-age males puts you on edge. Especially without a weapon in your hand," Karl says with a shiver as the breeze goes through the window.
"Oh, don't be so worried!" Claudia says dismissively. "You know you didn't have to bring that beretta or those pistols. The Dimitrescu's are fine people, I assure you!"
"I'd rather have thirteen rounds on call than one in the chest." He tells her, referring to the Browning Hi-Power in his shoulder holster under his long grey trench coat.
"Twenty-one if you count your hammerless colt in your boot." She replies.
"Madam Marlin, we have arrived." The driver says as they come to a stop by the large entrance to the castle. A woman in rags comes out from under the enclosure and begins speaking to the driver in Romanian. Claudia opens the door to get the attention of the woman. They speak for a moment before the lady takes Claudia's hand and kisses it. The two set out of the carriage onto the snowy grounds of the castle. He puts on his alpine winter hat and pauses to allow his eyes to adjust.
"Please, please, please come." The woman says insistently. Her hands were moving wildly to convey her message to them. The driver stays behind to guard the carriage, and the trio walks towards the front door.
"Machine pistol is under the seat," Karl tells him before he is just out of earshot. He grumbles under his breath as the crushing snow under his feet drowns out his words. Between hits from his cigarette, he observes his operational environment looking for any form of escape in case of danger. The castle appeared like a nightmare from a bodyguard's perspective, regardless of protecting a more than able witch. A formal entryway to control the flow of carriages, large imposing fences, thick wood patches flanked by rocks, and backed towards the mountains? He could almost picture a sniper sitting on the hillside with an acceptable hand load, clear glass, and a perfect camouflage. Even with the limited options that could have been at someone's disposal here in the late 1950s, he still has his creativity, as does the enemy.
"I wouldn't worry about a mortal man here," Claudia says ominously without losing her place in her conversation with the lady leading them.
"I'm not taking chances here." The bodyguard replies. "I feel like I'm being watched more than usual."
"Fifty years young, and you are still as paranoid as you were when we first met." Claudia chastises him. "You're just paranoid."
The tall figure pauses to take another study of his surroundings. Something wasn't right here, and it didn't settle with him at all. He could feel the gaze of something out in the wilderness around him, something significant and threatening. As the snow fell upon him, he felt his time in the frozen hell of Niflheim flash before his eyes. It was a place like this where his enemies would salivate for. Death was in the air, and he could feel it breathing down his neck. He draws his Hi-Power pistol and checks its chamber to see the gleaming gold of a brass cased parabellum round.
"I've my life paranoid, and it's gotten me this far. I'm not letting go, even on this personal visit."
With a heavy breath, he reluctantly holsters his sidearm and forces himself forward into the gothic fortress that is the Dimitrescu Castle.
A sixth sense can be seen as nothing more than paranoia to the untrained or the complacent. But the older man knew when hungry set eyes upon him. From the windows above, three pairs of eyes watched them enter their home. Like starving wolves, they licked their lips and looked at each other with equal hunger and greed in their eyes.
"Well, Well, Well…." One of them says. "It seems Mother brought us a large meal for the coming storm."
"Man's blood too!" Another says with glee.
"Remember, sisters; We'll have to make this one last."
The woman led them through two large oakwood doors to a sizeable opulent front room lit by candlelight. The first striking image that drew the attention of both travelers was the Victorian-style painting of three girls. Claudia smirks at this and continues to follow the woman, but Karl stares for a moment at the picture. A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead, all three of them female. Memories flicker across his mind of another group under the layers of repression and alcoholism. He shakes his head roughly and storms away from the painting, muttering to himself as he catches up to Claudia and the woman.
Claudia paid close to zero attention to him as he took to her side once more. An expression of nostalgic glee took over her face, with her eyes lighting up like stars. With magic in her heart, she dramatically spins on the ball of her feet and begins running her hand by the fireplace adjacent to the sizeable hand-crafted staircase leading to another floor. The woman says something to Claudia and motions for Karl to stay downstairs as she goes up for some reason.
"What did she say?" Karl asks Claudia.
"She's getting my friend," Claudia says in an uncritically youthful reply. "Don't sit down, though; it's rude when the lady of the house is about to greet us."
"Lady of the house?"
The clicking of heels against oak wood floors draws his attention to the top floor as a white silhouette appears from the main railing. A large woman in white with an equally large hat placed her hands on the rail to gaze down at them. Her expression zeroed itself on Claudia to decipher her identity. The woman had a cold glare on her face as she watched Claudia holding a picture of a couple and a child.
"It's rude to put your dirty hands-on royal property." The woman says harshly.
"It's only rude if you're not, or were, a part of the help," Claudia coolly replies as she places the picture back where it was. "You've grown so much since we last meet Alcina."
Claudia turns to face the tall woman at the railing and, with a warm smile, says to her, "It's been too long."
Alcina's expression changes from disdain to pleasant surprise as she begins to waltz down the stairs cautiously. The woman in white gracefully strides down the stairs with her left hand on the railing. The pale skin of the large woman glowed in the light of the fire casting a holy aura upon them. Everything about her, from her clothes and jewelry to how she carries herself, screams old-world aristocrat. As she steps off the final stair, The two could feel her size and power in all its beauty and terror.
"Well, Well," Alcina says as she studies Claudia. "I haven't seen you since I was just a girl."
"Ah, little Alcina," Claudia says fondly. "Oh, how you have grown into a wonderful woman. The years have treated you well."
"The years have indeed been well to me, and I thank you for your kind words, Ms. Claudia," Alcina says gracefully. "It's a treat to see one of my family's favorite maidens returning to House Dimitrescu."
"Please, Cherr," Claudia says dismissively. "We have a history together. Just Claudia, Alci- I mean Lady Dimitrescu. Excuse my rudeness."
Alcina laughs elegant but unnerving laugh. "Cherr… Litte Alcina. Two names I haven't heard in over forty years. It is you. Welcome home." Her voice was smooth and warm, like a hot drink on a cold day.
Her tone then shifts from warm amusement to cold disdain as her eyes change to Karl Dael. "Who is this Manthing?"
"My husband," Claudia replies to Alcina's surprise.
Alcine's face couldn't hide her disgust, and that alone was all Karl needed to know where he stood with her. "I'd rather keep the animals outside where they belong, but he is your… 'Husband.'"
Claudia gently takes Alcina's hand and smiles, "I understand your apprehension. If you want him to leave, I can order him to wait in the carriage. He is my bodyguard as well as my husband."
The sight before him was rather strange, even for someone who has seen his fair share of the odd and esoteric. Alcina's commanding presence from her imposing stature to her aristocratic poise bled superiority, and she made sure everyone knew it through even the most subtle of moments or gestures. For Karl, he couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach. The aristocratic Alcina looked down upon him, literally, with eyes of contempt for his mere existence. Though he was used to it after years of being at the mercy of such people, he still held her in disgust. But he was a professional after all.
Reluctant, he bowed to her, "It is an honor to meet you, Lady Dimitrescu."
An arrogant grin appears on the tall lady's face as she turns to Claudia, "At least he is house trained. But you know my feelings regarding men."
The servant woman appeared once more from another room, informing Lady Dimitrescu of a task from what Karl could understand. Claudia smiles and replies to the woman in Romanian something kind. Alcina looks back at him with a scowl before looking back at Claudia, "You've been gone for nearly forty years, and your Romanian is still as flawless as it was then. Where are my manors? I insist you join me for dinner. My maidan prepared a delectable dish for this cold day."
Claudia looks at Karl to see his disapproval and looks back at Alcina, "I will have to speak with him regarding this arrangement. May I have a moment, Lady Dimitrescu?"
"Of course, Claudia," Alcina replies turning to face the maidan. "Though do not take long. You know how I feel about waiting."
She turns to go through another doorway with the maidan following close behind her. Claudia moves over to Karl with a smile on her face.
"Alcina isn't too fond of you, it seems," Claudia says to him with a dissatisfied voice.
"Manthing?" Karl replies flatly. "I've been called many things. But Manthing? I'm kind of hurt by that one."
His sarcastic tone betrayed his attempt at feigning offense. Claudia rolls her eyes and kisses him, "I know you have, but Alcina is a lady of class. I don't think I've ever heard her curse, not once in the years I've known her. Unfortunately, even if she did like you, you would still have to stay outside."
"But I'm house trained." Karl sarcastically replies. "The lady said so. That's also the best thing I've ever heard from someone who hates me!"
"Stop it!" Claudia chuckles. "It's how Alcina is. She had never been a fan of men after the way her father treated her. Besides, the driver will need some company anyways. The poor boy seems a bit daff anyways."
Karl lets out a reluctant breath and looks at her with a concerned gaze. He tries to hold back his smirk, but his joy at seeing her so excited to be with someone from her past melts him. "At least bring me a doggy bag, will you?"
Claudia giggles like a schoolgirl and kisses him on the lips, "I shall, with extras just in case. If you need anything, we will be in the dining room. It's through these doors. I love you, Cherr."
"I love you too." He says. He kisses her back, and she walks ways to the dining room.
Karl, reluctantly, retires and takes his leave to go outside. To his surprise, a strange fly sits on his shoulder perfectly still till he reaches the front door.
"Damn cold for you to be alive." He mutters to the fly as he swats it away.