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The inquisitors had learned of a ball thrown in the honor of the vampire princess's 115th birthday and were prepared to raid it. All the noble vampire families would be in the same place at one time, perfect to get rid of them all at once. The vampires were nothing if not clever, however. When the inquisition rammed the door to break in, they suddenly found themselves sprawled on a cold stone floor in a massive room. Dazed and confused, they started to pick themselves up when a giant foot slammed down onto one of the soldiers. The bone-white foot was unnaturally cold, sucking the heat and life out of everything around it. The soldiers came to the horrifying realization that they had been shrunk right in the middle of the party, under the feet of the princess herself. She looked down with a small surprised noise, stopping her dance momentarily. The cute, startled noise didn't match the death it foretold as she started to dance again, now looking carefully at where she placed her steps. Her dainty steps became near-stomps, the ball of her foot crashing to the ground but, she still maintained form with her heel never touching the floor. Every pivot and slide of her feet ground a poor soldiers bones to dust underneath them and smeared their blood across the floor. The inquisition tried to run but her powerful aura drained their life and chilled them to the bone. Powerful even at normal size, it was oppressive for the diminutive soldiers. They ran sluggishly and were easy targets for her feet in her crimson-stained dance. A few of the ones that fell in her shadow for too long dropped dead just from the aura, drained of what little life force their tiny bodies had. She fed on it just as if she had sucked it out of their necks, a delicious warm feeling in her stomach and, it burned the soldiers with an acidic pain just as if they were in it. A few soldiers had made it out of her aura but in their panic forgot that they were at a ball. They had thought themselves safe, but weren't even a quarter of the way across the dance floor. Shoes and bare feet of the princess's nearby friends rained down, crushing them, whether out of malice or carelessness. A few opportunistic girls even fed on them, either messily puncturing them with teeth half their size to get at their blood, or just swallowing them whole and letting their stomach do the work. Those devoured whole found a cold acidic death waiting for them as the vampires' unnatural stomach tore them apart. Every one of the several hundred inquisitors was killed that night, more than half by the princess herself. Her new spell had proven quite effective and those were just the first of many would be crusades to meet that fate under her feet.

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The inquisitors had learned of a ball thrown in the honor of the vampire princess's 115th birthday and were prepared to raid it. All the noble vampire families would be in the same place at one time, perfect to get rid of them all at once. The vampires were nothing if not clever, however. When the inquisition rammed the door to break in, they suddenly found themselves sprawled on a cold stone floor in a massive room. Dazed and confused, they started to pick themselves up when a giant foot slammed down onto one of the soldiers. The bone-white foot was unnaturally cold, sucking the heat and life out of everything around it. The soldiers came to the horrifying realization that they had been shrunk right in the middle of the party, under the feet of the princess herself. She looked down with a small surprised noise, stopping her dance momentarily. The cute, startled noise didn't match the death it foretold as she started to dance again, now looking carefully at where she placed her steps. Her dainty steps became near-stomps, the ball of her foot crashing to the ground but, she still maintained form with her heel never touching the floor. Every pivot and slide of her feet ground a poor soldiers bones to dust underneath them and smeared their blood across the floor. The inquisition tried to run but her powerful aura drained their life and chilled them to the bone. Powerful even at normal size, it was oppressive for the diminutive soldiers. They ran sluggishly and were easy targets for her feet in her crimson-stained dance. A few of the ones that fell in her shadow for too long dropped dead just from the aura, drained of what little life force their tiny bodies had. She fed on it just as if she had sucked it out of their necks, a delicious warm feeling in her stomach and, it burned the soldiers with an acidic pain just as if they were in it. A few soldiers had made it out of her aura but in their panic forgot that they were at a ball. They had thought themselves safe, but weren't even a quarter of the way across the dance floor. Shoes and bare feet of the princess's nearby friends rained down, crushing them, whether out of malice or carelessness. A few opportunistic girls even fed on them, either messily puncturing them with teeth half their size to get at their blood, or just swallowing them whole and letting their stomach do the work. Those devoured whole found a cold acidic death waiting for them as the vampires' unnatural stomach tore them apart. Every one of the several hundred inquisitors was killed that night, more than half by the princess herself. Her new spell had proven quite effective and those were just the first of many would be crusades to meet that fate under her feet.

available in 4k on patreon