[In a moment, Alucard is through the darkness. To be at the castle is already a relief from the heat of the flames, as is the fact that his mother is already there and waiting for him. There's no time for the vampire to waste, he wraps his arms around her immediately. There's no point in denying that the ordeal was terrifying, that what he just saw was beyond words, and that to be home is the greatest thing he could ask for now.
But as for Dracula, there is only renewed heat to the flames. They're nearly white now, blinding, and they suit his own mood far too well. There is wisdom in not responding to any of the threats, as much as he wishes to. There is wisdom in not tearing the Queen from limb to limb as she stands before him.]
Your crown will crumble and you shall cease to be.
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But as for Dracula, there is only renewed heat to the flames. They're nearly white now, blinding, and they suit his own mood far too well. There is wisdom in not responding to any of the threats, as much as he wishes to. There is wisdom in not tearing the Queen from limb to limb as she stands before him.]
Your crown will crumble and you shall cease to be.
[It is said with far too much certainty.]
I shall await it with great patience.