[Alucard doesn't open his eyes until the coughing becomes too loud and violent that he can't ignroe it. That means that he opens his eyes at the exact moment that the moths tear their way out of the priest's throat. It is horrifying to see what comes out with them and--
--fuck.
He'll really be a witch, won't he?
Alucard's too wide eyed and horrified to struggle more. The guards try to do the work but the moths? He can't make sense of them. But the fires are lit, the smoke is starting to take effect and you know what?
It doesn't matter. The thing he wanted is happening and whatever this result is? He won't be alive for it.
The flames catch at his boots. Around him is chaos, moths, and fire.
His eyes close. At some point, he thinks he screams. Then there is nothing.]
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--fuck.
He'll really be a witch, won't he?
Alucard's too wide eyed and horrified to struggle more. The guards try to do the work but the moths? He can't make sense of them. But the fires are lit, the smoke is starting to take effect and you know what?
It doesn't matter. The thing he wanted is happening and whatever this result is? He won't be alive for it.
The flames catch at his boots. Around him is chaos, moths, and fire.
His eyes close. At some point, he thinks he screams. Then there is nothing.]