[ It's a raspy sound that approaches Alucard on All Hollow's Eve. A cough. Heavy footsteps.
The moths settled in Alucard's hair scatter as the inquisitor approaches, guards flanking him on each side. Even just two days later, he looks different. His eyes are sunken, lips pale, body barely able to hold its own weight. ]
Follow.
[ He says nothing more. The door is unlocked and the guards enter, ready to drag Alucard if he can't drag himself to his feet.
The stake is already prepared outside the church. Kindling is ready to be stacked around Alucard. And those moths lie on every surface. The inquisitor coughs again as the men set about binding Alucard to the stake, more violently this time. ]
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The moths settled in Alucard's hair scatter as the inquisitor approaches, guards flanking him on each side. Even just two days later, he looks different. His eyes are sunken, lips pale, body barely able to hold its own weight. ]
Follow.
[ He says nothing more. The door is unlocked and the guards enter, ready to drag Alucard if he can't drag himself to his feet.
The stake is already prepared outside the church. Kindling is ready to be stacked around Alucard. And those moths lie on every surface. The inquisitor coughs again as the men set about binding Alucard to the stake, more violently this time. ]