It's fine. [Alucard's voice is soft, trying to be soothing instead and--
--the wind picks up. Slow at first and then wildly, tree branches flying. Rocks coming soon after. The ground rumbling, furious and cracking and heralding something terrible.
For the first time, the castle appears as itself. It is jet black, the spires crumbling. Wearing it's age, and yet even then, it imposes.
no subject
--the wind picks up. Slow at first and then wildly, tree branches flying. Rocks coming soon after. The ground rumbling, furious and cracking and heralding something terrible.
For the first time, the castle appears as itself. It is jet black, the spires crumbling. Wearing it's age, and yet even then, it imposes.
Alucard breathes out. Nudges Trevor gently.]
Ready?