The lust of a vampire [Prologue] [Medieval Fantasy]

Emhyr Gharsham was a vampire who had long since left his past behind him. Growing up under the elder Marhav they culled the youths after 40 years, the equivalent of 10 human years, and each was raised to serve a purpose. There were other nests where they were trained to fill far more prestigious roles but under Marhav they were to be servants and soldiers, nothing more and nothing less. Emhyr had initially been selected to be a guard because of his physical feats, but his strength and speed would not be initially apparent when simply observing him. Vampires, unlike humans, do not have muscles proportional to their strength and a seemingly harmless one may in fact be incredibly deadly. This is especially true of those few that have developed unique traits. Aside from the universal abilities to turn into mist and extend their nails into long razor-sharp claws, a vampire with exceptionally powerful predecessors might develop the ability of accelerated regeneration or the conjuring fire from their claws. Emhyr though had naught to rely on but his pure strength. This wasn’t uncommon at his nest, Marhav had only ever seen one of their low-born kind develop a trait and even that wasn’t especially spectacular. Even rarer than that is a vampire who’s attuned to magic. Only the royals and some nobility were lucky enough to be granted such a gift on top of their traits.