The Realm of the Undead... A shadowy plane of existence where (un)lived vampires, ghouls, ghosts, perverted skeletons and other countless abominations who all shared an absence of life.
It had been a few months since the Lich King's demise. The power structure he had created to rule over the undead there had collapsed with his death, allowing the ancient regime to be reestablished. Natasha Volstov, the Queen of the Vampires, had gotten her throne back. Gone was the bureaucratic nonsense of Johnathan Diggers, replaced by the world of gothic majesty and horror it had been before his arrival.
Queen Natasha was in her bedchambers, clad in her royal gown and her crown adorning her head, gazing wistfully at a painting on the wall.
*Big sigh* Right now, Natasha didn't look like a monarch but rather like a young woman gazing at the portrait of her love.
The painting was of Ranma J. Diggers posing in his mage suit and wearing the Lich King's crown. Just after his grandfather had possessed his body, he had had his portrait made to celebrate his newfound youth and the return of his magical powers. Copies had been made to be distributed in all his servants' offices. They had all been destroyed except for the original who was now one of the vampire queen's most prized possessions.
Natasha thought back to their first meeting. She had still been the Lich King's secretary when Ranma had been captured and brought to the obsidian tower. At first, she had tried to seduce him, hoping she could use him against his grandfather. Strangely, he had resisted all her attempts, no matter how much she had tried.
That had been sufficient to pick her interest. She knew she was very attractive and had always gotten whomever she had set her sights on in the past (there hadn't been a shortage of candidates to be her lover back when she was queen).
Another part of her attraction to him was due to his unusually strong mystic power, the blood of mages had always been a meal of choice for vampires. And the better part was that Ranma Diggers was still a virgin. Mage blood? Better than blood taken from some anonymous guy on the street. Virgin blood? A rare and potent delicacy nowadays. A combination of the two? It would be the Nectar of the Gods for any vampire.
Such a combination and Ranma's personality (and his body as well. Natasha was a little shallow, so what?) had made something stir in her undead heart. She had never felt like that since before she had become what she was today.
After Ranma had been possessed, Natasha's report sessions had become a torture, to sit in that lap, pressed against that yummy, wonderfully living body and unable to do anything... She had burned with intense jealousy when she had been cast down to janitor and replaced with that trio of floozies. She was practically sure that the Lich King had fun with them in Ranma's body.
Never mind those bimboes... She had dealt with them right after getting her throne back. Now her nights were spent to find a way to bring the object of her affections to her without encurring his family's wrath (she still had a debt to them after all) "Ranma... I don't know what kind of spell you hold over me but be sure of one thing... You will be mine one day! Yes, you will... HohohoHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!"
*****
In another part of the obsidian tower, three miserable former secretaries were resting from the menial tasks the queen had saddled them with. Maharet, Dark Weaver and Phillipa were now lowly maids condemned to do the most degrading chores in the castle.
"Aaaargh!!! We can't go on like this! If they order me to clean the skeletons' toilets one more time, I'll go crazy!" ranted Maharet "What is the bitch queen's problem, anyway? We're not the only ones who have collaborated with the Lich king, right?"
Phillipa was tired and it showed. Nevertheless, she had her little idea on the subject "I suspect this has to do with Ranma Diggers"
"Huh? Why is that?" Maharet was puzzled. In another corner of the room, Dark Weaver's curiousity was also piqued.
"Well, I think our queen has the hots for the him. I had to clean her bedroom last week, did you know she's got the only remaining portrait of the Lich king" She paused a few seconds to give weight to her hypothesis "In his grandson's body, that is..."
Maharet shrugged "So what?"
"All traces of the Lich king's reign were erased when Natasha assumed the throne again. She was very thorough, believe me. So why keep that one? I also heard she's keeping tabs on him, a sensor ghost told me there's a crystal ball dedicated to scry on him regularly"
Dark Weaver chuckled. This was proof enough for her of Natasha's infatuation with the young mage. Then an idea struck her "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"If we could get our hands on him somehow..." said a smirking Phillipa.
"And gave him to Natasha as a gift..." continued Maharet.
"I am sure her majesty would be VERY grateful. She could even restore our status as vampire nobles, couldn't she?" ended Dark Weaver.
Maharet suddenly grew pensive "Hey, good plan! But how are we going to pull that one off? Our powers have been sealed and we're under constant surveillance from the queen's suck-ups. It's not as if we could leave and go to the Earth plane just like that!"
"I know. Let's just think about it for now. An occasion will surely present itself sooner or later..."
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