[It had ended with exhaustion giving Alucard the final opening he needed. Carmilla was on the ground, his claws dug into her rib cage, and her heart was then in Alucard's hand far too fast for him to register what had just happened. It was over. He had won. And even as the vampire bleed profusely, even as Agatha had to help him up, there was victory.
They had both emerged from the House of Justice together, Agatha reeking of rose oil and Alucard drenched in his own and Carmilla's blood, the heart in hand. It still twitched in the last few hours of darkness, and when he held it aloft, all the waiting vampires went still.
Words came easy.
"This city was, is, and will be the kingdom of House Dracul. Let this stand as a reminder of the fate that awaits anyone who tries to change that fact."
The heart was crushed. Then Alucard said just a few words, and he was gone, swept up in a clap of lightning and landing on his own front doorstep. The sound of his landing was herald of his return, and Alucard stumbled into the main entrance of the castle. It was then he collapsed on the floor utterly, still bleeding, the organ still in his hand.
There was no time for rest or recovery. (He had been unconcious when Sypha forced her blood into him, laced with magic and intent and be well.) There was only wiping out those remaining allies of Carmilla, work that Trevor could do in the day time, but at night Alucard had to sit in judgement over trials for those deemed worthy of that honor.
No one knew that Alucard was powered by a Belmont in those moments. Oh, the words were Alucard's owns, but it was Trevor's sheer will holding the vampire upright. Alucard could barely manage that under his own steam right now, and he had to make it clear that he was uninjured to the world. That he was a regent triumphant, one who now used an actual throne in the House of Justice, permitting Agatha to witness this very private justice because it was a way to satisfy the anger she still carried.
All was done for tonight. The House was closed, with only two fang removals for the night. Alucard was sitting on the floor beside the throne now, exhausting aching.]
Please tell me that we're almost through all her allies.
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They had both emerged from the House of Justice together, Agatha reeking of rose oil and Alucard drenched in his own and Carmilla's blood, the heart in hand. It still twitched in the last few hours of darkness, and when he held it aloft, all the waiting vampires went still.
Words came easy.
"This city was, is, and will be the kingdom of House Dracul. Let this stand as a reminder of the fate that awaits anyone who tries to change that fact."
The heart was crushed. Then Alucard said just a few words, and he was gone, swept up in a clap of lightning and landing on his own front doorstep. The sound of his landing was herald of his return, and Alucard stumbled into the main entrance of the castle. It was then he collapsed on the floor utterly, still bleeding, the organ still in his hand.
There was no time for rest or recovery. (He had been unconcious when Sypha forced her blood into him, laced with magic and intent and be well.) There was only wiping out those remaining allies of Carmilla, work that Trevor could do in the day time, but at night Alucard had to sit in judgement over trials for those deemed worthy of that honor.
No one knew that Alucard was powered by a Belmont in those moments. Oh, the words were Alucard's owns, but it was Trevor's sheer will holding the vampire upright. Alucard could barely manage that under his own steam right now, and he had to make it clear that he was uninjured to the world. That he was a regent triumphant, one who now used an actual throne in the House of Justice, permitting Agatha to witness this very private justice because it was a way to satisfy the anger she still carried.
All was done for tonight. The House was closed, with only two fang removals for the night. Alucard was sitting on the floor beside the throne now, exhausting aching.]
Please tell me that we're almost through all her allies.