Y/N pov
After hitting the floor, I looked up and saw whoever the fuck was speaking...

UNHOLY SHIT HE DRAGGING THAT WAGON! His ass GOTTA be fatter than Moxxie's, maybe even Millie's!

Y/N: Wait-who the fuck are you?

He looked flustered like he fucked up or something.

Guy: W-wait.....why isn't this working?

He started pacing back and forth, mumbling almost incoherently.

Guy: I know I did the ritual correctly. Did I mess up? Was the book Mother found wrong? Have I missed a key part in summonin-

Y/N: HEY!

He jumped in fright and looked at me. Frankly, I was getting annoyed. I mean, it's rude as fuck to summon someone out of nowhere and then ignore them like you didn't just do it. I stood up and walked over to him. He was a little shorter than me, probably about 6'1 or '3.

Y/N: You called me here so why aren't you saying anything?

He blinked and looked confused.

Guy: Uhh....I-I don't think that was supposed to happen.

Y/N: Excuse me?

Guy: W-well the ritual was supposed to summon a Hellhound to make into my familiar....but I got you instead.

Y/N: But....I am a Hellhound.

His eyes went wide. That's fair, I don't look like an actual Hellhound but my tail is a bit of a dead giveaway.

Guy: I must speak with Mother, she's smarter than me with stuff like this. Follow me. Oh, I'm Mitch.

He gave me a smile which was....pretty cute. His smile is kinda like a mix between Blitzo and Loona's smiles; cute but potentially mischievous. I couldn't help but smile back at him before we left the room. We ended up in what looked like a Victorian Gothic meeting room. The room had red velvet curtains, a large fireplace, and a giant chandelier. Three people were sitting at the table, one of them looking like an older.....and meaner version of the guy who summoned me. The second was a woman with a red dress and skin so pale she looked like she had no blood whatsoever. The last was a pope-looking guy. The woman smiled at Mitch.

Woman: So Mitch, did the ritual work?

Mitch: Yes Mother, but there was a small hiccup.

He pointed at me. She turned to look at me. Her smile dropped. She narrowed her eyes at me and began walking around me slowly. I felt myself tense up. It reminded me of how my mother would walk around me when I was younger. The scrutiny in every movement, but I stopped thinking about that. The whole point of my drive was to clear my head.

Woman: Hmm....this isn't what I expected. This boy has no markings or symbols anywhere on him, and he looks human. How can he be a Hellhound?

I stepped away from her and put some distance between us.

Y/N: Look Ms.....

Woman: Ophelia, Ophelia Crozius. I'm Mitch's mother. And please, call me Ophelia. 

Y/N: Ophelia, I AM a Hellhound, just half Hellhound. I died and went to Hell about 1 year and a half ago.

Ophelia makes a thinking face before giggling.

Ophelia: I see the problem. I apologize for what happened, the spell was meant to summon a pet Hellhound rather than a guard Hellhound. Both can be made into familiars and they have nearly the same ritual, but a few key words are different.

The man finally speaks up.

Man: Well send him back. We have no use for him being here.

The man got up and left, stepping on my foot and bumping me along the way. I just growled in annoyance.

Ophelia: I apologize for my husband. He's.....not a people person.

Y/N: People person or not that's no excuse to be an asshole. All that aside could you send me back?

Ophelia: Unfortunately you will have to wait. The circle Mitch created must recharge in the moonlight of tomorrow.

I groaned.

Y/N: Great...they're probably worried sick about me.

Ophelia rests a hand on my shoulder and gives me a look of sympathy.

Ophelia: I apologize, I really do. You can stay in the castle's guest room if you wish.

Y/N: Thanks. I just want to go back to my friends, I know they're worried sick.

Ophelia nods in understanding.

Ophelia: Of course. Come with me, I'll show you to the guest room.

We walked through the castle for what seemed like hours until we reached a guest room. It was pretty nice actually. The walls were painted this rose red design and paintings hung on the wall. There was a single large, black bed in the middle of the room and a wardrobe on the side. A desk and chair sat at the bottom right corner of the room. There was a window on the left wall that opened to reveal a view of the forest outside. 

Ophelia: Please enjoy your stay. Dinner will be ready in 2 hours.

She leaves and closes the door behind her. I sigh and sit on the bed, waiting for dinner time to come.

Timeskip
The dinner was.....pretty good actually. Mitch came and ate with me and explained some stuff to me. So for starters....I'm not in Hell, shit I'm not even in fucking AMERICA! I'm in a place called Sylvania and it's populated with VAMPIRES. Yes, VAMPIRES! The city I'm in is Wallacia, the capital city of Sylvania.

Y/N: Ugh, this is too much for me.

I just lay down on my bed and took off my clothes. Suddenly, I heard something and snapped my head in the direction of the window and saw....nothing. Not a single fucking soul. I sighed before seeing-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!

It smiled at me and crawled over to the bed, completely towering over me as it....she....looked down. There was no anger, just curiosity. Her long tongue came out, not touching me but it was weird.....and......kinda hot. Before I could even process the situation, the tall monster woman reached out a hand towards me. I flinched, expecting sharp claws or a cold, slimy touch. But to my surprise, her hand was warm and gentle as it brushed against my cheek. She opened her mouth and HOLY FUCK WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!?!

I tried to move, but she just turned around, still pinning me under her massive but pretty curvy body. I felt my pants come off and then felt her long tongue start licking my cock. I let out a moan and my eyes closed. She began moving her head up and down faster while her tongue kept going. I moaned louder as she continued pleasuring me.

Y/N: I.....I can't.... This.... This can't be happening... Right?

My mind was in a whirlwind of confusion and lust. The monster woman was doing things to me, things I never thought I'd experience, and it felt absolutely astonishing. My hips bucked involuntarily, pushing myself deeper into her warm mouth. I didn't know what to think or feel. Here I was, being pleasured by a monstrous, mysterious woman in this strange new land. Was this her way of welcoming me to Sylvania? Or was it some twisted form of torture? I didn't care right now. The sensations were overwhelming and I knew that I was helpless in this situation.

She kept up her relentless pace, her tongue flicking and swirling as though she had never tasted anything better. I moaned out loud, not caring who might hear or what the consequences could be. This was an experience unlike any other, and I wanted nothing more than to savor every moment of it. As her tongue continued to work its magic, I reveled in the pure pleasure of it all. I could feel the climax building inside me, the anticipation of release setting my senses into overdrive. 

Y/N: Fuck....

With each stroke of her tongue, I grew closer and closer to the edge, unable to resist the incredible sensation coursing through my body. Finally, the moment arrived. I arched my back, feeling every muscle in my body tense up as I thrust myself deep into her mouth. The pressure built up inside me, becoming unbearable, until finally, I exploded. Hot cum filled her mouth as she swallowed every drop. I let out a loud moan, the sound echoing throughout the room. My breathing slowed as I lay there, panting and spent, trying to catch my breath. I looked up at the monster woman, unsure of what to say or do next. She simply stared back at me, her black eyes holding no thoughts. She licked any stray cum and smiled, giving me a kiss before crawling out the window.

Y/N: I.....that was THE BEST HEAD OF MY FUCKING LIFE AND AFTERLIFE!

The next day
I was being led by a maid to another room after getting some breakfast. Even though it's daytime, people in Sylvania are still up and active since there are human peasants and a few Vampires who can afford this alchemical shit that keeps them safe in the sun. Though Sylvania is still kinda dark even in the "day" if you can call it that. When I walked into the room, which was clearly a library, I saw Ophelia and the monster from yesterday at her side.

Y/N: It's her!

Ophelia looked at me in concern.

Ophelia: Is something the matter?

Y/N: That's the monster that gave me the BEST blowjob of my life yesterday!

Ophelia blushed and looked at the monster. Kinda funny seeing a Vampire milf blush at something like that.

Ophelia: Bad Cordelia! Go in the corner!

The now-named Cordelia went into the corner and OH COME ON! SHE'S DOING THIS SHIT ON PURPOSE!

Ophelia: I apologize for my familiar's behavior, she's usually docile and patrols the castle at night.

Y/N: Familiar?

Ophelia: My apologies, you're not familiar with our customs. A familiar is a creature, or sometimes object, that served the one it's magically tethered to. Familiars are commonly seen among those with magic talent, but it's not uncommon to see them in the service of a warrior. Cordelia is a demon known as a Crawler.

Y/N: No I know what they are, played fantasy games when I was in college. I just don't understand how you control them.

Ophelia: We use a magic. It connects the master to their familiar in a way that can be said they share an existence.

Y/N: I see.....so it's like a dog collar with extra steps?

Ophelia nodded and looked at me.

Ophelia: Now tell me about yourself, Y/N. Why are you in Hell?

I was shocked that she knew my name and I wasn't sure what to say. I mean, I don't even know where I am. Sylvania is beautiful and everything, but it's still kind of scary. Plus, I've never been to a place with magic before. Well, MAGIC MAGIC. The only magic I've seen was Stolas's grimoire. I don't even know how to use it.

Y/N: Well, I'm what you call a Sinner. Sinners are demons who used to be human but died and ended up in Hell. Some Sinners can take on the traits of Hellborn, but that's rare.

Ophelia: I'm aware of how the afterlife works, were you Christian?

Y/N: No, but I was born in a weird ass doomsday cult for most of my life. I left and just wasn't religious after that.

Ophelia: Ah, so you were a Pathless soul.

Y/N: Pathless what?

Ophelia: Pathless souls are souls with no true direction, AKA religion. They go to whatever afterlife they were exposed to the most. For example, if you weren't religious but lived with Nordic Pagans, then that's where your soul would end up. Since you lived in the West, your soul only knew of an Abrahamic afterlife.

I nodded in understanding and felt a wave of relief wash over me. I'm glad to know that there's a reason why I ended up in Hell. But at the same time, it's kind of sad knowing that I was never truly free from my old life. I guess I'll just have to keep living in the shadows of my past.

Ophelia: Do you need anything else, dear?

I shook my head and thanked her for her hospitality. Then, I turned before remembering something.

Y/N: Do uh.....do you think I can get a familiar?

Ophelia frowned a bit.

Ophelia: I.....cannot answer that. It is possible but Sylvania customs and rituals are designed for Vampires. If there is another way, you would have to ask someone from the Church. I can get the Blood Sovereign here if you need it. He's the pope of our religion.

Y/N: That sounds- WAIT THE FUCKING POPE?!

I was shocked, to say the least. The QUEEN herself was gonna call a POPE to help ME get a fucking pet!?

Y/N: Y-you sure that isn't too much? 

Ophelia laughed a bit.

Ophelia: Don't worry dear, the Blood Sovereign is very busy but he and I are close friends. Even if you're a random Sinner, my recommendation is enough for help from him.

Y/N: Ok.....but I have to ask, what exactly does the Blood Sovereign do?

Ophelia: He oversees the church and ensures that the doctrines of our faith are upheld. He is also responsible for protecting the sanctity of the vampire race and ensuring that we remain undiscovered by humans.

Y/N: Wow.....he sounds important.

Ophelia: He is. The Blood Sovereign is the spiritual leader of our people and plays a vital role in maintaining our way of life. Now let me call him for you.

Before I could say anything, she used her magic to write a message on a piece of paper and tied it to the leg of a black pigeon. 5 minutes later, a bat came into the room and transformed into another Vampire. His robes were mostly dark red with this black piece of fabric over his shoulders. That black fabric had gold designs and a large red stripe in the center, which had the bulk of the gold designs. His Papal tiara, which looked like two wings folded together, was black with gold edges. His staff was a twisted crucifix with a crucified baby that's been on there for who knows how long. 

Ophelia: I appreciate you for coming on such short notice Balthazar.

Balthazar: Think nothing of it, it's always nice to visit you, Ophelia.

Ophelia: Well then, let's introduce you to Y/N. Y/N meet Balthazar, Blood Sovereign of Sylvania. Balthazar meet Y/N, a Sinner who would like to own a familiar.

Balthazar: Ah yes, I heard about you Y/N. Ophelia says that you wish for a familiar of your own.

Y/N: Yeah, I-

Balthazar: Then follow me. We will need a room with space for three.

I followed him and Ophelia to what I assumed was an.....it was just an empty room. I look at Balthazar, who gives a grandpa chuckle.

Balthazar: Our method summons familiars through Vampire-specific magic. This ritual will take you to the familiar forest, a realm where all magic users can get their familiars. 

Y/N: Wait, so this shit will take me to another dimension?

Balthazar: Correct, once the circle is completed, we will begin the ceremony.

Ophelia and Balthazar both started drawing circles on the floor. It was a lot of writing, but I was able to read it. They drew symbols of protection, bloodlines, and magic. Once they finished, they stood up and faced me.

Balthazar: Now we must bless the circle, Y/N.

They both took out bottles of wine and poured them onto the circle. After that, they took out these sticks of incense and lit them, placing them in holders around the circle. Finally, they took out knives and sliced their palms. They pressed their hands against the circle, leaving bloody handprints.

Balthazar: Now stand in the middle of the circle and close your eyes.

I did as I was told and felt a sudden rush of energy surround me. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a creepy, foggy forest filled with trees and plants I couldn't name. I was surrounded by creatures of all shapes and sizes, including a giant spider and a bear-like creature with multiple arms. In front of me was a tree with a hollowed-out trunk that looked like a portal. 

Ophelia: Welcome to the familiar forest. Each creature has its own unique abilities and personality. Take your time exploring and finding the perfect companion for you.

I thanked her and set off into the forest. I was amazed by the beauty of the place and the variety of creatures I saw. As I explored, I noticed a small, furry creature following me. It was a fox with orange fur and black stripes running down its sides. Its ears were perked up and it seemed curious about me. I knelt down and held out my hand, offering it a piece of fruit I found earlier. The fox sniffed it and then accepted it, eating it quickly.

Familiar Fox: Thank you-

Suddenly, a black and red mass covered in red eyes came out of nowhere and ate the little fox. I screamed and ran away, tripping over my own feet and falling flat on my face.

Y/N: Holy shit what the fuck was that?!

I got up and summoned BALROG I and pointed it at the.....whatever it is. It growled at me and lunged forward, but it suddenly stopped in its tracks. I turned to see that Ophelia and Balthazar had appeared and were holding the creature back.

Ophelia: What the devil is that thing?!

Y/N: And why the fuck does it look like a Shoggoth?!

Balthazar: I.....do not know. I have never seen such a creature.

Y/N: It looks......kinda cool actually.

I slowly started walking to it and it seemed to calm down. I knelt down and extended my arm to it. Slowly, it approached me and sniffed my hand before nuzzling it. It's like.....a big puppy dog surprisingly. I look at Balthazar.

Y/N: I think....this is what I want to be my familiar.

Balthazar: Very well. I shall prepare the contract.

He takes out a piece of paper and begins writing. He finishes writing and holds it up to me. I hold out my hand and sign the contract with a swipe of my finger. The creature seems to glow with light, and I feel a connection between us. I smile as I realize that I HAVE A FUCKING PET!

Balthazar: Congratulations, Y/N. You have chosen a powerful companion. May your bond be strong and prosperous.

I thank him and Ophelia for helping me find my familiar. Suddenly, it turns into a black dog and rubs against my leg.

Ophelia: T-the Hound of Baskerville?!

Y/N: Ain't that a Sherlock Holmes book?

Ophelia: Yes, but it's also a creature that's supposed to be impossible to tame. How did you make it yours?

Y/N: I dunno, maybe it likes me?

Ophelia: That is unlikely. The Hound of Baskerville is a creature of legend, said to be the embodiment of evil itself. Only the bravest and most skilled sorcerers have ever managed to subdue it, and even then it was only temporary due to its lust for blood.

Y/N: Still, I got a cool ass dog now. 

Timeskip
Malchor: You did what?!

When we came back to the castle, Malchor questioned Ophelia about where she went to. When she told him about me getting Baskerville as my familiar, let's just say he was royally pissed off.

Malchor: I can't believe you let a wretched Sinner into the familiar forest! And let him tame the Hound of Baskerville no less! You know I planned on getting it for Cadular to have as a familiar!

Ophelia: I understand that dear but you nor Cadular go to the familiar forest. Besides, it was our fault Y/N came here so we must be cordial.

Malchor: Our fault? Cordial!? It was that disgrace of a firstborn you gave birth to that brought that mutt here because he can't follow simple instructions! How hard is it to summon a meager Hellhound?! And cordial?! He ate our food and slept in our guest room, you have been MORE than cordial!

Ophelia: Dear, please calm down.

Malchor: I will NOT calm down! I am to be the chosen of the First King and bearer of the Skarlet Feast, what do I look like helping a pathetic Sinner for something a mistake of a child did?!

Malchor left the room, slamming the door behind him. Ophelia sighed and sat down on the bed. I was standing there awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do.

Ophelia: I'm sorry about my husband, he can be rather dramatic.

Y/N: No worries, I get it. People can be assholes sometimes.

Ophelia: Indeed. However, I assure you that he does not speak for all of us. It is rare we get visitors from other realms, but Sylvania is a rather kind country to outsiders

Y/N: Thanks for the reassurance. I really appreciate it.

Ophelia: Of course. And I'm happy to hear that you were able to find a familiar that suits you. The Hound of Baskerville is a well known creature and its name alone holds power over even the Noble Court. I'm sure you'll be able to create a strong bond with it.

Y/N: I hope so. It's kind of intimidating, but also kind of cute.

Ophelia: Hehe, I'm sure he'll come around eventually. In the meantime, you should rest and recover from your journey. I'll have my servants bring you some food and drink.

Y/N: That would be great, thank you. And again, I'm sorry for causing trouble.

Ophelia: It's quite alright, dear. Enjoy your stay in Sylvania.

Y/N: Thank you, I will.

As she leaves, I lay down on the bed and close my eyes. I'm tired from traveling and dealing with strange new experiences, but I'm also excited to explore this new world. I'm looking forward to meeting more people and learning about their culture. But right now, I just need to rest and recover.

...
Later that night, while everyone was asleep, I decided to go for a walk outside the castle walls. It was a beautiful night, with a full moon shining bright in the sky. I walked along the path leading to the forest, enjoying the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. I had no idea where I was going, but I figured it didn't matter. I was just enjoying the moment.

Balthazar: Trouble sleeping young one?

I turned around to see Balthazar sitting on a stone bench.

Y/N: Oh yeah....a lot has been on my mind since I got here.

Balthazar: I understand your turmoil. Being whisked away from your home is stressful enough but dealing with the banter and complaints of a royal is rather unexpected.

Y/N: I guess you could say that.....I've had to deal with a lot of assholes in my life but this guy takes the cake.

Balthazar: He has the same obsession the kings before him, but he wants to have a son to help him obtain the Skarlet Feast. As you saw, His Highness Mitch is seen as a failure because of his.....ahem.....

Y/N: Bottom heavy boy butt?

Balthazar: To put it crudely yes. The heir to the throne and crown is the secondborn son Prince Cadular, the golden child in Melchor's eyes.

Y/N: Bummer.....

Balthazar: Quite, which is why I have a favor to ask of you.

Y/N: What?

Balthazar stood up and bowed, surprising me.

Balthazar: Please help Melchor obtain the Skarlet Feast. I will personally ensure you're handsomely rewarded for your efforts.

I thought about it for a moment. I don't know much about this world, but I'm willing to give it a shot. Plus, who doesn't love a good treasure hunt?

Y/N: Sure, I'll give it a try. Where do I start?

Balthazar: Wonderful, let me send word to my underlings and we can begin tomorrow.

With a nod, Balthazar and I went back to the castle. I went back to my room and laid on the bed with Baskerville curled up at the foot of it like an actual dog.

Y/N: Vampires huh? This may not be so ba-

I felt some spit drip onto my forehead. Looking up, I see Cordelia with her mouth.....wide.....open......

Y/N: Oh fu-!

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