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"Rola, mareele, sânge în apă … Bea-l în, bea-l în, îneca în roșu. Să tsunami veni, lăsați-l să vină, Lasă-l să se scalde în țara în roșu și fertiliza solul.”
A song, perhaps, sung in operatic bass, rumbling through the church like a echoing wind. Thick and aching, almost sad, really. Bones and bats may repeat it, humming along even as they work.
It’s a lead, from the hall to the throne room, almost like a trail. Perhaps he is calling the hunter to him, or perhaps he is merely singing for the sake of it.
The hollow halls rang with a strange sound. Richter huffed. The lyrics danced in his head, but it didn't intimidate him. He continued to stalk to the throne room.
"Dracula... is it really you...or Will this castle forever haunt me..."
The man boldly opened the doors.
Indeed, there was a person there; hopefully it wasn't an illusion. His dark persona filled the room with dread and fear. Like a cloud of steam, Richter walked straight through it, not allowing melancholy or fear to reach him. He stopped and stood defiantly. "Dracula...Rise and fight me. I am not sure why or how you are here...but I will send you to hell once more..."