So.... This is an Isaastle piece, written in the POV of the Castle. @beevean.
It heard yelling before it saw the source. It had been a long time since anything has come up this far within its walls. It remained frozen, unmoving, just waiting for the source to leave. When the source only got louder, it let out a snarl. The doors to the throne room open, revealing a rather petite man. A man of elegance, yet so small in figure. It could see the bones under his skin. Black marks cover his body in familiar patterns.
It continued to stand like a statue as the man paces around angrily. He was yelling about something, but it wasn't focused on that. It was focused on the energy he put out. A familiar dark power emanated from the man. It looks at him, his hair was a different shade than the Wolf's Son. Darker. Duller. It felt drawn to him. It saw his pain, his frustrations, his desire to serve. It knew it needed to claim this bizarre man before he found his way out.
It made its move, a puddle of blood following the man outside the throne room. It could hear him cursing someone named Hector. It did not know a Hector, but perhaps it was one of the many that sought the Prince's power. One of the many that served as a Dishonored Vampire. But then, he cursed at a Trevor Belmont. It knew that name. The White Wolf's human name. Oh, it knew that rage. This would be fun.
As it followed, careful not to alert the agitated man, it also subconsciously moved any danger to this potential new Lord. It listens carefully to the bizarre man.
"First I couldn't kill Hector! Then that cursed Belmont! I couldn't avenge my Lord, Dracula! Now I can't even kill myself?!" He screams into the echoing chambers of the castle. It could work with this.
"It is not often we have visitors." It spoke, the blood bubbling up audibly behind the man. It saw the look of confusion and frustration as he whipped around to see who was talking. It bubbles up into a semi-solid state. It knew what he saw, it knew he was disgusted by it. It has been so long since it had a host, it no longer knew how to look like its Prince. It looked vaguely humanoid. Without arms, or legs, or a lower torso. It felt like its head was human enough, though the globs of blood falling off of it states otherwise.
"We are like you." The multitude of voices spoke.
"You are nothing like me!" The man snapped back. Oh, this was going to be more difficult than it originally thought.
"We are like you." It repeats, "we have dedicated ourselves to a lord, only to be abandoned for another." It saw his eyes twitch, before he got aggressive again.
He started yelling more, but it tuned the noise out. Yes, this emotional response was what it needed out of him.
"The one you served. This Dracula. He still abandoned you. He did not see what we see in you." Tell him what he wants to hear, that was what it was best at. "We can feel your untapped power. We see your potential. He could not could he? Distracted by that Hector, he ignored such a beautiful specimen."
This causes the man to stop mid-word. He looks at the Entity staring back at him. His mouth opened and closed like a merman tadpole. The Castle took this chance to continue, sliding its tendrils along Isaac's hands.
"We only speak the truth. Such power and beauty like yours would be a waste to throw away. Especially on one who cannot see it." It speaks so softly. So hypnotically. It can see the man thinking about what it's saying. "You are intelligent. Powerful. Beautiful. We would thrive under a lord like you."
It can see how the man hesitated, before trying to resist it. It needed to draw the man in more. Lower his guard more. This will not be as easy as its Prince, but it would be worth the chase. It released the man from its grip easily.
"We can offer you so much. Loyalty. Companionship. Power. Love. We can offer so much more than the one you served your life to." It pauses, a name popping up in its memories. "All we need is you. Your blood. Your energy. Your power. Your presence. Without it, we are nothing. We can subsist for only so long on the monsters and humans within these walls, but you... You could provide so much. We will never take you for granted. You will be an object of worship. A ruler. A Lord."
That does it. It can see his mind turning. It had to be methodical. It could not claim him all at once. It had to be slow. Nurture a bond, and seal it with blood when the time is ready. It bows its head respectfully.
"We will let you think on our offer. We will not force you to join us. But note, as long as you do not harm us, nothing in here will harm you. We will bring you back to us, when your final decision is made." At that, it disappears into a puddle of blood, leaving the scene. It watches the man from the shadows. It would take time. It needed to show him that it was better than his lord.
It summoned two dishonored vampires to the room, and had them bow before the man. Give him a taste of the power he'll have with it, before it vanishes back to the throne room, eager for its new Lord.
