[There is still light on the first floor. The single door that remains open, the one that leads to the basement, that is now shrouded in pitch black darkness, and as Trevor and Sypha approach, the entire building begins to shake. Earthquakes are felt from the ground up. This movement is from the inside out, an expression of the magic wrapped around the entire building resonating with it's architect's absolute rage.
In the basement, there are several things happening at once. Alucard, bugfuck terrified and aware that he is probably about to die if not as a usurper then for just being in a place where his father wouldn't want him, is scrambling to Agatha so she can get out. Wrapped in protective spells as she is, this is Dracula. Whatever she has, it can be undone in a moment. Carmilla, keenly aware that she is about to be on the receiving end of Dracula's rage, has decided that if she cannot have the fight then she will at least land a final wound on Alucard, and that means her morningstar wraps around Alucard's mid-thigh. He's pulled back just as the presence of Dracula fills the room, and there's something piercing him as he watches Agatha get out of the door at the very last second.
Dracula has always had presence. Gravity. The literal ability to suck the air out of the room if he decides to do so. But in this moment he is a figure who takes up the entire room, whose face nearly stretches from floor to ceiling, whose single declaration of ENOUGH brings everything to a standstill. Carmilla's frozen in place in front of great, glowing red eyes, and from the shadows there is a pair of hands with long, spider-like fingers that wrap around her entirely.
Alucard passes out at the first blood curdling scream, a combination of shock, exhaustion, and wanting no knowledge of what horrors Carmilla is about to have visited upon her. He's happier in ignorance. He knows that much.]
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In the basement, there are several things happening at once. Alucard, bugfuck terrified and aware that he is probably about to die if not as a usurper then for just being in a place where his father wouldn't want him, is scrambling to Agatha so she can get out. Wrapped in protective spells as she is, this is Dracula. Whatever she has, it can be undone in a moment. Carmilla, keenly aware that she is about to be on the receiving end of Dracula's rage, has decided that if she cannot have the fight then she will at least land a final wound on Alucard, and that means her morningstar wraps around Alucard's mid-thigh. He's pulled back just as the presence of Dracula fills the room, and there's something piercing him as he watches Agatha get out of the door at the very last second.
Dracula has always had presence. Gravity. The literal ability to suck the air out of the room if he decides to do so. But in this moment he is a figure who takes up the entire room, whose face nearly stretches from floor to ceiling, whose single declaration of ENOUGH brings everything to a standstill. Carmilla's frozen in place in front of great, glowing red eyes, and from the shadows there is a pair of hands with long, spider-like fingers that wrap around her entirely.
Alucard passes out at the first blood curdling scream, a combination of shock, exhaustion, and wanting no knowledge of what horrors Carmilla is about to have visited upon her. He's happier in ignorance. He knows that much.]