The System of a Vampire 73 Building a Foundation

"Get up" came the gravelly voice alerting Draig to the Founder's presence

"How" asked Draig staring at the man.

"With your legs you fool" grunted the Founder

Draig shook his head, he couldn't act in front of this man. He was someone who had brought the world to it's knees, the Gods themselves were but mere children to this man.

"I mean how are you here, you were dead. I know this for a fact" stated Draig just hoping for an answer

"You will find out in due time, now stand. We have a lot of work to do, your blood is pulsing erratically which tells me you haven't yet feasted upon the life essence of another. This is bad, but at the same time very good." stated the Founder grabbing Draig up by his hair.

Draig winced at the action as he forced his legs to support his body.

"First let's cut this womanly hair of yours" stated the Founder as he took an old Sword and swiped all around Draig causing the once long locks to fall to the floor and left the young Feratu with short hair with the sides nearly shaved.

"Now you look a little bit more like a man" nodded the Founder

Draig didn't retort the man before him, he was at his mercy as such he would concede to anything that was said by him.

"Take up your sword, we start with sparring" commanded the Legendary Feratu

Draig scrambled to grab his sword and just as he raised it, the blade was knocked from his grasp and into the air.

"Lesson one, Hold fast to your weapon" stated the Founder as he planted a deep slash and lopped off Draig's arm.

Draig yelled from pain as he hadn't expected such harsh treatment but his yell was cut short by a fist that shattered his teeth causing his mouth to fill with blood and shards.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

'What is wrong with this man' thought Draig as he rolled on the ground silently in pain.

Soon his regeneration began kicking in and his teeth began to fill out again, his arm was a slow going process but Draig only needed one to wield a sword.

"What are you waiting for, pick up your sword. I will not say it again" grunted the Founder as he prepared for another attack.

Draig barely managed to block the attack getting knocked into a nearby cave wall, this was the first time he had realized they were in such a confined space.

"Again" barked the Founder not giving Draig anytime to recover.

Draig attempted to swing his sword but found it parried easily and his chest ran through by the sword of the Founder.

"W-why" agonized Draig unsure of what was happening other than torture and brutality.

"For the unforeseen future, you and I are going to train together. I am going to teach you what Feratu truly is, I am going to spike your blood until you can use all the abilities granted to our line. I am going to break you down and Mould you into a proper Heir and when I have done that I am going to break you down again and build you up until you can pass for a true tyrant." stated the Founder as he swung his sword taking a leg.

"You may now rest until your limbs have recovered" commented the Founder as he took the severed limbs and set them over an open fire.

"Breakfast will be ready soon, after that we will continue" stated the Founder as he slowly roasted the limbs causing Draig to stare in morbid horror.

"You don't mean for me to eat myself, do you" asked Draig looking at this devil of a man.

"Do you see anything else here" asked the Founder rhetorically causing Draig to actually turn green form the idea.

"You will eat, whether I force it down your gullet or by choice. You Will Eat" stated the Founder looking towards draig with cruel blood red eyes.

"Do I not get to decide anything" demanded Draig finding that his treatment within the last hour alone had been more than he had dealt with in his life.

"Since the moment the blood of Feratu awakened in your veins you lost any right to a choice, you are my Heir. You are Feratu and I will kiss the feet of the Gods before I let your miserable skin walk around using my name in your current condition" stated the Founder with a growl towards the end.

Draig fell silent, he couldn't fight this person. He wasn't strong enough, his musing were ended when the slightly charred meat of his leg was tossed before him landing on the ground.

"Eat" stated the Founder as he casually munched on the limbs, Draig couldn't bare the sight and merely looked away.

"I told you to eat" barked the Founder as he swallowed the cooked limb and took Draig by the throat forcing his mouth open before shoving his own flesh down his throat causing Draig's eyes to well up before he swallowed or choked to death.

"Thats more like it. I am not your Father, I am not your Friend, I am not Dracule, I am your Founder and you will obey me or pay the price" stated the Founder showing how harsh he could be.

'Damn this old man' thought Draig pledging silently he would cooperate until he could return the favor to this monster.

"You just cursed me, didn't you" chuckled the Founder, but it was far from amusement as it promised pain to those who listened.

"I suppose that means that your ready to begin again" laughed the Founder as he took up his sword once again causing Draig to scramble lest more of his body end up as food for this madman.

"There is hope for you yet boy" stated the Founder as yet another limb was sent into the air disarming Draig again.

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