Vaid Empire: Conquest
is a massive fantasy series that aims to mix
erotica
with the quality of a published novel. New chapters and artwork are released every month for free, with the completely optional possibility to receive early access on the official Vaid Empire Website. The Series focuses heavily on worldbuilding, story, and characters.
The world of Ayphieal is shattered and chaotic, with kingdoms and tribes of six distinctive races vying for territory amongst themselves. It is only when a young human warrior finally pushes back against the chaos that the world begins to shift towards order.
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34th of Senin, 13 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
Vixin released a breath as she hesitated, standing before the double doors of The Chamber of Deliverance. She turned, beginning to pace up and down the corridor.
In the very heart of The Grand Pyramid, the hallway had been decorated only with the banners of House Vaid. The walls of white stone brick appeared as though they could be found anywhere within the massive fortress until one reached the doors. She slowed to a stop, reaching out to caress the cold white steel.
Turning her head a final time, she saw the corridor leading away in two directions at either side; two options to simply walk away. Instead, she eyed the imprint of a hand to the right of the door, engraved into white steel. She placed her hand into the imprint, her senses tingling just beneath her awareness. It seemed to detect her blood, causing the double doors to slowly slide open. The God Emperor's daughter had returned.
A chill ran down her back as she stepped inside. The doors resealed behind her, allowing the darkness of the steel chamber to claim her. She ignited a small flame in her outstretched palm, the small light flickering over her nervous skin. Never had she entered alone, only permitted into the sacred chamber when accompanied by her father. The sight of the massive crescent moon decorating the metal floor sent memories flooding through her. Every hour of meditation, every painful lesson from her father, she found it unpleasant to return.
"I...seek The Creator," she announced to the empty room as her voice echoed. After all, what
could
she say?
Silence lingered as she waited in darkness. Though tempted to flee, knowing she was breaking her father's orders, she simply straightened up and did her best to conceal her fear. She wouldn't fail now.
"Can you hear me?" she asked the darkness before a troubling thought entered her mind. "Do you even exist, Dorian?"
A weak chuckle echoed throughout the room. "Ah...I exist. Your father hasn't...lost himself entirely to madness...quite yet..."
Feeling her fear reignite, she watched as a cloaked figure materialized within the shadows of the chamber. A translucent being, he began to walk towards her with soundless steps.
"My granddaughter...finally seeks me out. Very well...allow me to have a closer look at you..." The ghostly figure stood before her, studying her with eyes of sorrow as silver as her own. He reached up to touch her cheeks, her skin unable to feel his fingers. "So beautiful...of that I can take comfort...at least..."
"What
are
you?" Vixin asked as she attempted to keep the fear from her voice. Only the comforting sense of their familial connection allowed her to endure the encounter. Before her was supposedly The Creator, the very architect of her world.
"I...am what you shall one day become...child. A forgotten soul..." His ancient voice sounded as though it would crumble to dust. "I'm certain...you have many questions..."
A nervous chuckle escaped her. "More than a few, yes, though I've only ordered the guards away from the door for a short time."
"Hmm? Oh...I wouldn't concern yourself, child. Your father...shall already learn of your entrance here. His eyes...peer everywhere...always watching," Dorian said, his faded form beginning to slowly circle her. "Did you not sense...the Truthseeker that followed you here?"
"Truthseeker? I passed dozens of beings on my way here. Surely father hasn't ordered them to..." She allowed a blush of embarrassment, realizing she had fallen too deeply into a feeling of security. Even here, in the largest fortress ever constructed, she was never entirely safe from the schemes of others. "How did you know?"
"Your father's spies...aren't the only beings to watch over you...child. I observe when I'm able to...yet my strength continues to dwindle. You're one...of the few interests left to me..." he explained with a hint of sorrow. "I know...you've come to speak of this...
Salduin
fellow..."
Surprise widened her eyes, yet she fought to maintain her calm control. As unnerving as it was to hear proof that a God watched over her, she savored the faint tingling of their familial bond. The only Vaid in Domani, she had spent more than a few nights longing for the return of her father's protective presence. "That's...correct. If you've watched us speak, I surely don't need to tell you why I'd like to help him."
Dorian appeared to ponder. "It's a difficult thing...to pull away long enough to observe. Still...I was there atop that hill...at your side upon the graves of his fallen family..."
"That was an intimate moment between the two of us," Vixin replied, using irritation to mask her embarrassment. Just what else had this ancient being witnessed her do?
"I apologize...yet you are all that remains within my reach. Your family is far from here...and I've grown too weak to view them," Dorian explained with regret. "Would you allow an old man...the small comfort of your presence?"
Vixin bit her lip, thinking to all the previous nights she had practiced making love to her slaves. Had he been at her side then? "I suppose it couldn't hurt, so long as you make your presence known."
Dorian shook his head. "I can do...very little to interact outside this chamber. The power required...to create this world...has severely damaged me...child."
"Then perhaps I'll visit again, if my father shall already learn that I've disobeyed him," Vixin offered. "So long as you avoid watching my more...
intimate
moments and assist me with Salduin."
"Ah...of course. It's no wonder your father...has selected this man as your mate. I've sensed him myself..." Dorian briefly closed his eyes in concentration. "A wise choice..."
"Oh? What do you know of The God Emperor's breeding project?"
"God Emperor..." Dorian frowned. "At least...I shall agree with him on this matter. Surely...he has made mention of the workings...of conception, yes?"
Vixin nodded with a slight grin. "A piece of the mother's soul combines with a piece of the father's to form a new being. There are few who understand the process better."
"Of course..." he chuckled. "Yet...some souls combine more naturally...than others. He desired to pair you...with a man he deemed worthy...and chose this fellow over his other advisors. The child you seek to sire with Salduin shall hold great potential...as your souls are more compatible than most..."
"How curious," Vixin said, remembering the tiny tingling sensation she occasionally felt when close to Salduin. It had been faint enough to discard, yet the thought of carrying his child naturally sent a warm sensation of desire to her loins whenever the possibility fell into her mind. She craved more detail, hoping to understand all she could as The Goddess of Fertility. "Father said we'd discuss such things upon his return."
"Then there's no harm...in speaking upon it further..." Dorian chuckled as he came to a stop before her. Though much of his expression remained shrouded by the darkness of his hood, she could clearly sense a hint of sadness beginning to pool within him as he continued. "You know...I waited a millennium before I found your grandmother. A simple...ordinary human, yet the essence of her soul...was more compatible with my own than I had ever encountered. The potential of our child was...
enthralling
...
perfect
...something I couldn't ignore. After her execution...I had hoped Dominax would use his extraordinary powers to protect himself...to live in peace...and yet..."
Vixin watched him search fruitlessly for his next words, sensing the deep sorrow threatening to overtake him. For a moment she was tempted to reach out, only to realize her arms would pass through his translucent form.
"I fear...I've lost him. Your father insists upon this path...seeking power and control. He shall not find peace until his death...yet perhaps...you may yet escape his fate..."
"Escape?" she asked, baffled. "What could I possibly hope to escape from?"
"
Power
...child. This life you live...the path your father has lured you upon...shall hold sorrow and unending conflict. You'll find...no peace beneath a crown...for power is a delicate thing."
Vixin straightened proudly, thinking of her time upon the throne. The tedium of residing over conflicts, the worry she felt each time she made a decision, such things prevented her from ever truly easing her mind. Even still, she couldn't deny the excitement of it all. "So you say, yet we seek to forge an endless peace for all beings beneath The Empire."
"Ah...his
Eternal Peace
. When this conquest is over...when he sits atop a throne overlooking the entirety of Magnius...he'll find that swords turn to daggers...and battle cries turn to conspiratorial whispers..."
Vixin chuckled. "Of course, Dorian. Such is the nature of living beings. We shall never truly rest, no, yet the struggle to maintain order shall keep us strong and our senses sharp. Isn't that life worth more than one of inert peace?"
"You sound...more like your father every year..." Dorian attempted to smile, yet the thought brought him no joy. "It shall never end. Your father's throne...shall bring no shortage of betrayal...loss...and pain...to your family. It shall consume their lives...and I'd see you escape such a fate. Breed with this Salduin...forge your own family...and flee from here. Raise your children in peace...a simple life far from the struggles...of the throne. Simply...
run
, Vixin. Run and never look back."
His final words sounded firmer than anything the old man had said thus far, making Vixin involuntarily shutter. Never before had anyone spoken such things to her, for the concept of a simple life away from court nearly seemed an alien concept. "An impossible notion...and one my father would never allow. Fleeing from his sight would nearly be as much of a struggle as remaining!"
"There are...
ways...
child. This world is my creation...and I know every inch of it. There are places beyond the eyes of The Empire...even should Dominax succeed in his conquest. I would not see you take my place...forced to watch your descendants...struggle beneath the weight of the throne..."
A scowl crossed her pretty features, harsher than she felt. Her thoughts fell upon her illegitimate sons, realizing she had never considered granting them the same peace Dorian now sought for her. She had placed them into positions of power. Domir had been granted to The Sages, and the second to a very wealthy household. They'd be forced to deal with the struggles such power brought, yet they'd enjoy untold luxury. Surely, that was for the best. "I recall something my father used to say when speaking of the population. 'Their descendants shall live in prosperity and comfort, and they shall thank mine.' We shall struggle, yet through that struggle we are rewarded. I'd see my descendants live in extravagant pleasure, rather than humble peace."
Dorian's figure faded further, merely a whisper of a man. "Then we...are at an impasse. Still...I ask only that you consider my words..."
Vixin nodded reluctantly. "I shall, yet my original problem remains. My potential descendants shall be irrelevant if Salduin remains unable to breed me."
"Ah...of course." Dorian nodded. "The man mourns eternally..."
"You've seen the state he's in," Vixin replied, her expression melting into worry. "I...want to help him. His seed is required for my own aims, though he's a good man, even if a bit odd. He deserves to be freed of his pain if such a thing is possible."
The Creator smiled, once more placing his hand upon her cheek. "This man is important to you?"
Unable to feel him, she nodded. "I shall not be his love, nor he mine, yet he'll be the father of my child. He'll do me a kindness and I'd see him repaid."
The ghostly figure seemed to consider her words. "There is...perhaps...a way. I'm weakening...child...yet if this is truly your desire...return to the hill where his family is buried."
"What must I do?" Apprehension flavored her tone.
"Merely place your hand...onto his head as he sleeps...and I shall do the rest..."