(He does not. If he intended to succeed, he would have brought more than an iron spike for a stake. Would have stopped at a church for supplies. Would be here during the day. Probably would not have indulged in a little pre-drinking for courage before he came to fight Dracula. He intends to die, to be done with all of this shit, and to maybe get a stake into Dracula's heart as he does.)
His family put Dracula aside when he left Europe, focusing instead upon the prophecy that a terrible disaster would come to pass, would rend empires apart and bring terrible monsters of fire and steel into the world and kill half the men in Europe and leave only a lingering darkness that would coalesce into something terrible. It had come to pass. It had come to pass and they had failed to protect the world from it, and now all but one of them were gone, and all that was left to do was to complete that first terrible mission that they had taken on nine centuries ago.
And he looks the part of Dracula's killer either very much or not at all, depending on how much importance one gives to a uniform (because he has few other clothes, and none so appropriate for fighting). A drunken Romanian man in a french infantry uniform with a stake. No whip, because that hadn't been in the ruins of his home. Taken by looters, no doubt. He could have found a replacement, just any old bullwhip treated with chism. But he didn't come here to do a good job and he didn't come here to stand a fucking chance at survival.
He knocks on the door of what had once been Dracula's castle. ]
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(He does not. If he intended to succeed, he would have brought more than an iron spike for a stake. Would have stopped at a church for supplies. Would be here during the day. Probably would not have indulged in a little pre-drinking for courage before he came to fight Dracula. He intends to die, to be done with all of this shit, and to maybe get a stake into Dracula's heart as he does.)
His family put Dracula aside when he left Europe, focusing instead upon the prophecy that a terrible disaster would come to pass, would rend empires apart and bring terrible monsters of fire and steel into the world and kill half the men in Europe and leave only a lingering darkness that would coalesce into something terrible. It had come to pass. It had come to pass and they had failed to protect the world from it, and now all but one of them were gone, and all that was left to do was to complete that first terrible mission that they had taken on nine centuries ago.
And he looks the part of Dracula's killer either very much or not at all, depending on how much importance one gives to a uniform (because he has few other clothes, and none so appropriate for fighting). A drunken Romanian man in a french infantry uniform with a stake. No whip, because that hadn't been in the ruins of his home. Taken by looters, no doubt. He could have found a replacement, just any old bullwhip treated with chism. But he didn't come here to do a good job and he didn't come here to stand a fucking chance at survival.
He knocks on the door of what had once been Dracula's castle. ]
Show yourself, vampire!