Sylia, the Dark & Light Saint

This story is set in the same universe as the novel Sylia, the Dark & Light Saint, though it does not take place in the same world. It offers a glimpse into Chester's circumstances and, more importantly, into the lives of the World Creators. This short story mentions another World contained within an old book called the World Book, where the Creators have imprisoned some of their former detractors or enemies.

I wrote this one a long time ago as part of another book that will likely never be published ☺️—but I still find it funny and wanted to share it with you.

Here, we get to meet the Blood Lords, Ilyan and Iry, who were incarnated (not reincarnated, as they are Spiritual Beings) within a Vampyre Nation. As Blood Lords, Ilyan and Iry can easily create Vampyres, beings from the Vampiric Races, which makes their existence quite different from that of other Vampyres, who can only turn others into Vampires.

This Vampyre race is part of the living, not the undead. They procreate like Humans, are usually not Immortals, but possess long life spans. They are also divided into several sub-genres. Ilyan and Iry live among the Eaters, not among Lilith's Vampyres, who typically only consume blood.

I hope you will enjoy this story. ☺️ I shall prepare others set this time in Sylia's world.

(Just a Chipmuck, not Chester 😉)

A long time ago…

In a distant world, far removed from Sylia's, lay a Dimensional Enclave known as the Underground, where the Vampyre race thrived. Within this hidden territory of the Outer World resided one of Lord Chester's Divisions, perhaps his most capricious and troublesome one, yet still a figure respected among his peers. This Division shared with his Source Lord Chester an unshakable and infinite affection for Chipmucks.

Driven nearly to madness and rendered almost entirely senile after an exceedingly long confinement in an Abyssal World, where his own company was all he had for the greater part of his stay, this Division sought to adapt to the world in which he had reincarnated. He spent most of his time either playing with his Mascots and cute Chipmucks or reading the World Books in which he had trapped some of his former enemies, who were now condemned to suffer within twisted tales crafted by his family.

His favourite tale thus far concerned a blond Bunny-summoning woman, whom he had bound within an elaborate story steeped in perpetual tragedy and… porn. She was, as one might imagine, the central star of that book.

Chester, the Chipmuck, gave a small shrug and wiped away a tear. His brother Ilyan was so mean. He should never have trusted him.

Though Chester called him "brother," Ilyan was, in truth, the entity to whom Chester had attached himself upon his return from that accursed place where he had buried himself alongside a few of his enemies for a very long time.

Ilyan was not merely a High Lord, he was the Division of one of the most formidable beings in existence. In fact, the very body he inhabited was that of a Doll fashioned from a fragment of that being known to many as the Master of Blood Lords. This Doll was created to serve as a long-term replacement for one of the fallen Blood Lords.

Chester had bound himself to Ilyan for the sake of his extraordinary abilities. His brother was astoundingly powerful compared to other Lords. What might take others centuries could take him less than a second. Yet he had revealed himself to be a bully of the highest order, one whose cruelty often reduced Chester to tears so very often.

Ilyan was, indeed, the rightful "child" of the Master of Blood Lords.

When the book had first begun, it had been amusing. Now, it was no longer so. Chester has finally understood why Ilyan had kept the mainframe of the story for himself.

His brother had done so to alter the course of Chester's tale.

However, Chester had resolved to fight back. No matter how many tears he had to shed in his Chipmuck form, he would restore his story to its original plot.

He raced off to ask his papa and Iry for assistance. As he finally rejoined those two, he came to a halt after spotting Ilyan seated with a book in his hands. The man's satisfied smile and soft humming as he wrote in his book left no doubt about his intentions.

Chester pointed at him and shouted, "Stop, Ily! You are not turning my story into a gay romance. I do not even see my adorable, round-bottomed children anymore!"

Ilyan did not look up, only hummed louder, his quill moving even more swiftly across the page. His smile was known to Chester as the expression of cruelty itself.

"No! Stop!" Chester cried, then rolled on the floor in despair, tears streaming.

This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

His father, Ramon, hurried over with his grandson, Iry, to comfort him.

"What is wrong, my boy? Do not cry. Papa is here," Ramon said gently. "Come and weep on my shoulder."

Chester did, yet it brought him no comfort. He knew Ramon meant well. Chester had adopted him upon returning to this world as a Blood Familiar of Ilyan. Yes, Chester had made him his adoptive father. He knew it was usually the other way around, but Chester cared little for convention. He needed a father in this world, and who better than the one he had created so long ago? Ramon played the part perfectly, shielding him from the cruelty of Ilyan whenever he could.

He had some influence over Ilyan since he had sired the child whose body Ilyan now possessed. That child had died at birth, leaving Ilyan trapped in that form until the day he finally returned to his original body—or so the plan had been.

Instead, the dead child had returned as Ilyan's own son, Iry. Chester had never told Ramon the truth about Iry, for it would have wounded him deeply.

The man had first mourned the loss of his son but quickly moved on. Chester suspected Ramon preferred the son he now had—a being of immense power, able to create dimensions and servants out of nothing, one who possessed such wealth, Magic and resources that he had erased all of Ramon's debts and provided him with the best kind of lifestyles.

The only drawback was that Ilyan's sheer allure and charisma as a Vampyre have driven several of Ramon's women away.

Chester felt sorry for him, but in this case, Ilyan was not to blame. He had gone to great lengths, using every trick and Spell at his disposal, to keep his abilities hidden from the other Vampyres. Yet such power could not be concealed entirely. Even when he restrained himself, he was still millions of times stronger than those around him. One could only imagine the staggering difference in power.

In the matters of women, Chester could never fault Ilyan. His Blood Lord brother preferred men, rarely taking female as lovers. Ilyan was also born without a fixed gender, though his natural appearance was that of a man. As a High Spiritual Lord, it was hardly surprising that he was not bound to one form.

Chester had even tried encouraging him toward women, as he hated sharing a body with someone who was seeking only male sexual partners. This had failed, however, and Chester was often forced to lock himself up within a spiritual chamber just to escape the overwhelming sensations of Ilyan's sexual encounters. And those had been very…very…no, extremely…numerous!

Chester knew all too well how irresistibly attractive to Vampyres, Ilyan was.

Thus, when Ilyan had taken some of Ramon's mistresses as lovers, Chester never questioned it. He recognized that Ilyan had done so out of necessity, to free himself from persistent pursuit. Even Ramon knew this. His son was a sensation among Vampyres, as only a Blood Lord could be.

"What is wrong, Chester?" Iry asked.

"Ily is turning my book into a gay romance," Chester replied.

"Why is that a problem?" Iry asked.

Chester glared at him. Of course he would not understand, he too preferred men.

"You are horrible!" Ramon exclaimed. "Chester is a Chipmuck! He would not want a romance, he would rather have a Chipmuck's tale!"

Chester paused. His father had a point. That would indeed be a far better story. Forget the porn, let there be round bottomed Chipmucks walking about. He had seen enough of Bunnies. Now, he wanted Chipmucks.

He shook his head, reminding himself how he had vowed to stop Ilyan.

"Help me, Iry! He is destroying your book!" Chester pleaded.

"What are you talking about? Ilyan?" Iry turned to his natural father.

Ilyan looked up briefly from his book. "What is it?"

"What is Chester talking about?" Iry asked.

"Oh, that? I am retrieving one of your children from another World," Ilyan said casually. "I found the key. He was nearly gone, but I am bringing him back."

"You liar! You made that up!" Chester accused.

Ilyan looked at him as one might regard an insect. "Why would I?"

"Iry, help me… take the book back."

"Are you mad?" Iry shook his head. "With his level of power, I would be trapped in that book forever."

"That is not possible," Ilyan said. "This artefact is not powerful enough to hold you. It cannot even fully contain the Spirit you trapped there. That one had to be divided."

"Ily, please—do not turn my story into a gay romance."

"It is not," Ilyan replied. "The new character can transform into a woman."

"I want my usual blond Bunny girl. I do not want that tedious Hedyar guy," Chester insisted.

"I will request an artefact to transform him into a blond Bunny girl," Ilyan offered.

"Really? I mean—no! I want my girl back!"

"Then skip to her part," Ilyan said.

"I will not understand the story! You did this on purpose!" Chester accused.

"I swear I did not. I had a purpose in doing so, however. Keep reading, and you will see what it is."

"You are the devil!"

"What is the story about?" Iry asked.

"A person pursued by fifty others, who ends up sleeping with at least half of them. They even have children together," Ilyan replied.

"So… basically, it is about someone like you," Iry said.

"Of course not!" Ilyan scoffed. "It is about the blond Bunny Girl, who happens to resemble me—infuriatingly so. She has far more men, wealth, power, and beauty than any of those around her. Men worship her. Even those who despise her still love her. She might beat and torment them, yet they remain devoted."

"That does sound like you," Ramon remarked.

"See? I was jesting, though," Ilyan said smoothly. "This character was designed after one of your lost children. You know what they were like, always taken advantage of and used. Nothing like me. And I am pursued by far more men without even trying."

Iry, Ramon, and Chester all nodded sadly. It was more about the men's obsession than simple pursuit or lust—something their family knew all too well. Ramon was constantly chased after by eager women, although mostly for sex. Iry even more so, by both men and women. Chester was adored by all, especially children of every race. Humans and Demons alike loved him. While Vampyres thought him merely Ilyan's Blood Familiar, this had not stopped him from acquiring his own bank accounts, servants, blood stock, lands, and every privilege usually reserved for the Vampyre Royal Family and the highest Nobility.

Yes, Ilyan was just at another level altogether.