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Enough time had passed. While you temporarily bound her soul to a crystal, you began preparations with her corpse. First, you drained out the last blood still circulating in her veins. Ordinarily, only vampires can create other vampires, but you are older than even the first vampire and know what is required to create new ones.
You never quite liked the usage of them, vulnerable to sunlight, though it doesn't kill them, and dependent on the blood of others, and unless you know their weaknesses, they are nearly impossible to defeat.
You began the incantations and the rituals; you awaited the coming of the blood moon, under which the creation of new vampires was the most powerful. As midnight approached and the moon came out from behind the clouds, a dim red light filled the clearing as your acolytes chanted on your behalf while you drew in ancient power from the dark skies.
<span class="mu-r"> <span class="mu-i"> "By my power most ancient and terrible, I shall grant thee life anew, Malidwa, but no more shall you cherish the sun, nor walk amongst mortals without inspiring fear and hatred. Rise, my child of the night, and serve me faithfully for eternity." </span> </span>
A bolt of dark redness struck her chest as you shoved her soul inside her corpse. and watched as Malidwa's eyes flickered open, glowing with a hunger for blood. Almost immediately, she tried to jump you, but you knocked her back with a small telekinetic blast, keeping her at bay.
<span class="mu-r"> <span class="mu-i"> "Thou shalt find that mine blood is not for consumption; at very least, it isn't suitable for sustenance, but I did promise thee blood, did I not? And I suppose a congratuatory gift is in order." </span> </span> You grinned as you put your foot on her windpipe. It wouldn't kill her; you can't kill what's already dead, after all. You took a small dagger from your pocket, pricked your pinkie, and let the drops of blood drip into her mouth.
<span class="mu-r"> <span class="mu-i"> "That is all thou shalt get from me. I am not a charity, and in service thou art bound, so do not think I shall provide thee with blood for free; go out, hunt, taste the blood, carve it, desire it, and lust for it. The night shall be yours for as long as you remain under my stewardship." </span> </span>
She did listen and immediately attacked your acolytes instead, which, to be frank, you didn't really care about; they were more disposable than if she had gone off Erassyl or someone of importance.
Speaking of which, you weren't going to take her to the captal, she would need some time to grow into her new life, which you would prefer to be done in a place both far away from the prying eyes of the court and where your men could intervene if the situation required it.
<span class="mu-r"> <span class="mu-i"> "Keep her locked away during the day and let her roam out during the night; let her gorge on whatever she comes across, but don't let her run off." </span> </span> You bade them goodbye and flew off to play the court games once again.
