[ The presence leaves, footsteps becoming more and more distant until it’s only Alucard’s enhanced hearing that can tell when they stop. The stone speaker remains, staring unblinkingly.
The rose takes root, even in the snow and frozen earth, and it’s scent is powerful. The day of the execution comes and as each man passes through the door, they fall into a trance. All proceeds as it should, save for that the bishop is bound upon the stake while the crown turns to Lisa, still in her chains and prisoner’s rags, to hear her condemn the witch.
She does not, of course. When they try to burn the bishop she commands them to stop and to release him. She leaves, carrying the wicked man on her back, and demands that Dracula treat his burns, that he prove himself the better man.
This is how Lisa returns to the castle, dragging a gibbering wreck of a holy man behind her. ]
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[ The presence leaves, footsteps becoming more and more distant until it’s only Alucard’s enhanced hearing that can tell when they stop. The stone speaker remains, staring unblinkingly.
The rose takes root, even in the snow and frozen earth, and it’s scent is powerful. The day of the execution comes and as each man passes through the door, they fall into a trance. All proceeds as it should, save for that the bishop is bound upon the stake while the crown turns to Lisa, still in her chains and prisoner’s rags, to hear her condemn the witch.
She does not, of course. When they try to burn the bishop she commands them to stop and to release him. She leaves, carrying the wicked man on her back, and demands that Dracula treat his burns, that he prove himself the better man.
This is how Lisa returns to the castle, dragging a gibbering wreck of a holy man behind her. ]