#suntdracull

[finncomet]

@suntdracull​ continued from here

☄️ Finn stared defiantly up at the man-shaped monster who approached him, sword already clutched in hand and prepared for the worst. His eyes met the other’s and also burned, though with a much different fire; the scorching and ironically warm blue of blindingly sunny skies. To say there was no fear in the hero’s eyes would be a lie, but the fear was caged behind a barrier of sheer fortitude, and held no power over him.

The horrible air about the other was an unfortunately familiar presence for Finn. It rang similar to that of the Lich, or GOLB, beings of unimaginable power which craved death and destruction. They were connected to Finn in that they were opposites to the one he was connected to - two sides of the same coin of the multiverse - and so this man must be his opposite as well. He was different from the Vampire King that Finn had encountered years earlier, from his own world. While that version had no doubt been powerful and terrifying, there was something much darker within this one.

"Well, you tell me. Do I have a reason to be ‘rid’ of you? Are you really as cruel and evil and messed up as all the rumors say? Or are you gonna prove me wrong?” 🦋

[the-smallest-star]

@suntdracull​ continued from x

“I’m not a monk- wait... humans came from monkeys... so maybe I am part monkey?” Hannah questioned as she came out of hiding, the floating orb beside her eyeballing the strangers cautiously.

“What are you doing in my Papa’s garden Misters? It’s dangerous when the roses don’t know you... they get hungry.” She pointed to the glistening rose bush that acted as part of the castle’s security, though the glistening was actually drool... and one was gnawing on a skull. “If you wanna see my Papa or my Daddy you should come to the front door. Mister Cromwell would go get them.”

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

[closed starter for @suntdracull following the Bomb-]

He was in an adrenaline rush, there were no other words for it. Panic, Rage, Fear, Focus, it was all at at its peak, forcing his perception of time to blur and slow as his brain was pushed to its absolute, inhuman limits. Tachyphasia was a term for it, perhaps, but such a clinical, medical word could never fully encompass the sheer extremity of what he was experiencing.

Already he appeared in the Throne Rome of Tepes himself - ruined as it now was - and stopped for only the briefest of moments to place a purplish crystal on Finn, before moving on through the Echoes of the Warp used by Dracula to travel to Ooo.

The fact he had blood on his face from pushing himself did not register, only preventing the worst possible ending did.

[infernal-dominion]

@suntdracull continued from X.

“Does it look like I’m in any damn mood for jokes right now?” He lifts up a talon to point to the very stern and serious look on his face, lips pulled into a snarling frown and brows furrowed into a pointed glare. “I’m here because your daughter is being held captive and held at ransom by your own fucking son, and I aim to find a way to get her back. You can either work together with me on this, and maybe we can find a way to get her back faster, or you can throw things at me to make me leave. Either way, I’m staying put.”

[automaton-otto]

"...."

"Master...shouldn't we...?"

"*Sigh* It is not the court’s business to deal with the affairs of other realms. Unless someone involves us we can't act. It is not our place to meddle."

"...You're right but..."

[nicholas-wolfwood]

@suntdracull​ || Continued

“Yeah, good for you, ya fucked up a soft little kid.” Well, maybe not ‘little’, but the point remained!

“How the hell do ya undo whatever the fuck you did, huh?!”

[darckcarnival]

@suntdracull

It was the simplest small words really, but there was held a weight behind them. Something that Darck knew well, could hear on almost anyone these days. But when her head turned completely towards the much older vampire, it was obvious just why that weight had been there. This was... A different, much different, Dracula. Another era, another timeline, this was something the woman knew very well. After all, it wasn't the first time reality bleeds across things between the shadows. Especially with how her own work sometimes stretched beyond normal means, rather instead moving through the shadows, touching between all things.

But there was clearly a familiarity here. No, not the same Count she knew, certainly not. Nor was he at all tied in- however, he still saw... Something familiar.

Which meant just one thing.

This place tied in her ancestor as well. Amurg Decapitare, a once loyal knight of The Impaler. The one of which Darck looked so much like. Was not the first time... As much as it hurt to know this fact.

"I'm sorry, but no." There was no accent there, not unless one counts a lack of accent that was entirely American.

This man had never met her. And she not him, not this one. Yet still she knew a great deal, always watching... "You've mistaken me for someone that has, no doubt, been long dead, sir. I apologize but it is not something I can control."

"I'll be leaving your territory soon, do not worry." Darck just had to track down the little fucker that had decided to try and hide in the wrong god damn place.

[civicrphub-old]

“You best keep your friend on a leash!” Said a voice within the dark corner, the dark silhouette of a tall man wearing a long flowing cape, eyes glowing crimson red staring right at her “Or the next time I meet with him, he will watch as I take away everything he ever loved, everything he ever cherished and everything he ever wanted or will ever be! And only then he pleads for the torment to end, will I grant him the sweet release of death! Know me child, know my name and know it well! For now your world bares upon the edge of annihilation! He will cease, or you, and this festering cesspool of a world will face the wrath of DRACUL!” The shadow then parted into a torrents of bats, their wings flapping loudly, screeching as they flew off into the night.

Marsha didn't even have time to respond before the dark figure of a man vanished. She covered her face as the figure turned into a flock of bats and vanished. This was becoming too much for her but one thing resonated in her mind:

Finn put her in this situation.

@finncomet (mentioned)

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