bernhard-castle-dracula:
“ Humans are persistent - even if the odds are not in their favor. They may, as you say, dice my troops. The foot soldiers and beasts on the front lines were never meant for anything more than a dismal fate. It keeps the Brotherhood busy enough until the game reveals itself. And is not fear more great when a seemingly certain victory is crushed? …Let them have a little longer to grow complacent and secure in their own paltry strength.”
Dracul casually wiped dust from his shoulder, shaking the debris of the collision between rock and building from his hair.
“And,” he stated slowly, pitching his voice to be heard even over the din of combat, “with the forces of the Brotherhood all the way out here - does that not leave their home-ground rather inadequately defended?”
He had learned much from his fall. Zobek’s plans within plans, Carmilla’s seductive cunning and false promises. (Oddly, Cornell had been honest and straightforward.) Smashing and bashing your enemies into submission worked against beasts - but more insidious foes required a web to ensnare them.
The archfiend chewed his Liege's words over. “That is true, but do we frankly care? For every outpost we destroy, the Brotherhood is going to build two more. They're dogged. They're unyielding. The blood of their brothers may soak the ground beneath their feet, but they'll keep charging forward.” He tipped his head toward the encroaching army. “Let them come. Their occasional intrusions could be considered a highlight in our lives.”
Another chortle sounded from beneath the Forgotten One's mask. “We had made the human race pool all of its resources to vanquish us. A noteworthy achievement, I say.”
His words were snuffed out in a sudden, thunderous rumble. “Oh. They've broken through the outer wall. I think this is a good time for me - or us - to step in.”
