[It is the voice of compulsion, delivered in a tone colder than ice. Alucard, still stunned by that awful poison, doesn't move. Doesn't try to move. He can only feel the pain, and the frozen nature of his own vocal chords.
The apparition looms larger, blood red eyes burrowing into Carmilla's own.
You have betrayed your kind by turning your court into a farmyard, and viewing your own as nothing but meat. You have betrayed your own kind by planning to murder my son. You have betrayed your own kind in every imaginable way, and your name shall be the shame of your kind for millennia to come.
What would I do with you if I had a physical body, Carmilla of Styria? How would I imprison you? How would I prolong your worthless, miserable life so it was a torture and you begged to meet the sun?
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[It is the voice of compulsion, delivered in a tone colder than ice. Alucard, still stunned by that awful poison, doesn't move. Doesn't try to move. He can only feel the pain, and the frozen nature of his own vocal chords.
The apparition looms larger, blood red eyes burrowing into Carmilla's own.
You have betrayed your kind by turning your court into a farmyard, and viewing your own as nothing but meat. You have betrayed your own kind by planning to murder my son. You have betrayed your own kind in every imaginable way, and your name shall be the shame of your kind for millennia to come.
What would I do with you if I had a physical body, Carmilla of Styria? How would I imprison you? How would I prolong your worthless, miserable life so it was a torture and you begged to meet the sun?
What new laws must I write from beyond the grave?