the ancient strategist, the masterful CORRUPTER, knows all — he smelled the finish of metal on a concealed weapon, so he reveals himself ( even now only partially ) in the close proximity of other humans. she cannot kill him, or even maneuver to harm him, without condemning herself to death; however, dracula sacrifices his own ability to kill her in turn. the SLAYER’s life is, for now, preserved by the presence of the same mortals that shield him from her righteous WRATH.
he doesn’t underestimate her doubtless unparalleled skill, but neither does he underestimate his OWN. she professes to have destroyed every immortal monster who has crossed her path; he believes her. his children are, indeed, such easy prey for any human being with enough shrewdness and prowess.
nevertheless, his severe glare cuts deeper than any manmade weapon. ❛ my KIN? ❜ he challenges. one stinging blink, like the jabbing of a spider’s pincers, punctuates his heavy pause. ❛ they are not my kin. they are my creatures. i pluck them off myself with ease; they exist only because i will it so. ❜ her returning leer amuses him, but in his contemptuous way, he respects her ability to stand before him without fleeing from his awful presence. perhaps she would retreat if he demonstrated the full breadth of his power — even men of the most unwavering FORTITUDE have.
❛ i could DEVOUR them all in one bite. ❜
the glossy, petrified eyes of every lifeless predator in the museum seem to turn on them both and GLOW with violent rage. they gloat at she who challenges their master. dracula’s hands release his forearms at his back, and his arms fall at his side, his spindly fingers forming CLAWS. ❛ do you still regard yourself a match for me, girl? ❜ in a fleeting moment, his eyes bleed red and black — a trick of the light, or something more?
❛ i offer you the chance to leave with your life, ❜ he hums, sounding vaguely as if he has done this out of the charity of his vacant, decayed heart. ❛ if ever you return, i will hang your corpse on hooks and feed your flesh to my children. but…, ❜ dracula cocks his head, SERPENTINE, and his voice becomes deep, ❛ if you insist on remaining, i shall feed on you myself. ❜
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