[ The sun sets as the firewood is stacked around Alucard.
And then the inquisitor coughs again. So violently that eyes leave Alucard, that the guards have to rush to his side to keep him standing. He coughs and hacks until something tears its way out of his throat. More moths. Three of them living, a few more dead and attached to the tar-like mass they pull out of the inquisitor's mouth.
More people begin to cough among the audience, as more of those moths pull more of that horrible substance out of them. From the well not far away, half-drowned moths tug great clumps of ichor.
It's all-hallows, and Trevor has been sent here to hunt. ]
Light the flames!
[ The inquisitor's voice is ragged from the choking, but his guards obey nonetheless before all attention turns back to the horrible substance as it coalesces into something more solid. And then to the moths as they do likewise. Trevor isn't unharmed by the chase, but he's not been slowed either. Not by injury or by the fact that doing this in front of so many people is breaking all sorts of rules. The plague is weak, forced out into the open like this, and he simply shoves it into the flames.
The flames where Alucard is.
It's- probably the smoke getting to him, isn't it? There isn't actually a moth monster 1v1ing the plague in his fire. ]
AND THEN SHIT GETS WILD
And then the inquisitor coughs again. So violently that eyes leave Alucard, that the guards have to rush to his side to keep him standing. He coughs and hacks until something tears its way out of his throat. More moths. Three of them living, a few more dead and attached to the tar-like mass they pull out of the inquisitor's mouth.
More people begin to cough among the audience, as more of those moths pull more of that horrible substance out of them. From the well not far away, half-drowned moths tug great clumps of ichor.
It's all-hallows, and Trevor has been sent here to hunt. ]
Light the flames!
[ The inquisitor's voice is ragged from the choking, but his guards obey nonetheless before all attention turns back to the horrible substance as it coalesces into something more solid. And then to the moths as they do likewise. Trevor isn't unharmed by the chase, but he's not been slowed either. Not by injury or by the fact that doing this in front of so many people is breaking all sorts of rules. The plague is weak, forced out into the open like this, and he simply shoves it into the flames.
The flames where Alucard is.
It's- probably the smoke getting to him, isn't it? There isn't actually a moth monster 1v1ing the plague in his fire. ]