[It was going to always end like this. Alucard had known that for some time, because it was how his family usually died. Oh, a few generations could squeak by under the radar, but the desire to do good and educate the world always won out. Then the world kicked the shit out of them, because it still was not ready for the Tepes family's way of understanding.
Witches, heretics, whatever. Alucard grew up learning medicine and science and how to keep himself safe. A doctor shouldn't need to wield a sword, but his father had him learn all the same. It had saved Alucard's life so many times, but it did precious little when his parents burned. They told him to stay away from Targoviste, and Alucard had.
He traveled. An alchemist and doctor with no home, bartering services for food and shelter. Researching when h could.
It was now with the Ottomans on the horizon that he had made a decision: to go to Istanbul. To see if he could make it there, where the Arabic texts were so advanced, and maybe he could survive. Convert to a religion if needed. Whatever it took.
But the church had captured him, stopped en route because of a village about to face the plague. So it had gone. An endurance test. His immune system weakening from the water, the meager rations, and the cold, cold nighhts.
He's a mess when he's brought into the cell. But Alucard doesn't move beyond where he has been put. Only reaches for the papers, reads them, then places them where they were.]
It is a sin to lie. I will do no such thing.
[He did not grow up with faith, but Alucard understands the church all the same.]
You're going to kill me. Confessions are only a formality.
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Witches, heretics, whatever. Alucard grew up learning medicine and science and how to keep himself safe. A doctor shouldn't need to wield a sword, but his father had him learn all the same. It had saved Alucard's life so many times, but it did precious little when his parents burned. They told him to stay away from Targoviste, and Alucard had.
He traveled. An alchemist and doctor with no home, bartering services for food and shelter. Researching when h could.
It was now with the Ottomans on the horizon that he had made a decision: to go to Istanbul. To see if he could make it there, where the Arabic texts were so advanced, and maybe he could survive. Convert to a religion if needed. Whatever it took.
But the church had captured him, stopped en route because of a village about to face the plague. So it had gone. An endurance test. His immune system weakening from the water, the meager rations, and the cold, cold nighhts.
He's a mess when he's brought into the cell. But Alucard doesn't move beyond where he has been put. Only reaches for the papers, reads them, then places them where they were.]
It is a sin to lie. I will do no such thing.
[He did not grow up with faith, but Alucard understands the church all the same.]
You're going to kill me. Confessions are only a formality.