But you're not a horny Italian, so what's the point?
[ He chuckles, though, gripping Alucard tightly to keep him upright as he opens the chapel's doors.
Hell is bright. Bright like a king's throne room or a palace garden or a church whose money has been spent solely upon the beauty of the church itself and not upon the wellbeing of its parishioners. Bright in a way that's almost more exhausting to observe than the difficult, draining process of moving there is to endure. There is no place to stop. No one place to rest one's eyes. It's hard to discern what everything it meant to be at first, with every blade of grass a different colour. With the sky blazing white. With a constant metallic ringing just too loud to ignore but too quiet to really focus on.
After a little while, it becomes clear. This is the Trantoul estate, still, but in ruins and overgrown. What it probably looks like in reality outside of the spell that keeps it frozen in time. ]
Been a while. [ Trevor sounds a little distant, for just a moment, before he turns his attention back to Alucard. The journey has been exhausting, almost certainly, but there's a sort of energy here. A familiar one, but magnified a thousand times. If his magic was a whisper of his intent before he lost it, now it's a scream. ] How are you doing?
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[ He chuckles, though, gripping Alucard tightly to keep him upright as he opens the chapel's doors.
Hell is bright. Bright like a king's throne room or a palace garden or a church whose money has been spent solely upon the beauty of the church itself and not upon the wellbeing of its parishioners. Bright in a way that's almost more exhausting to observe than the difficult, draining process of moving there is to endure. There is no place to stop. No one place to rest one's eyes. It's hard to discern what everything it meant to be at first, with every blade of grass a different colour. With the sky blazing white. With a constant metallic ringing just too loud to ignore but too quiet to really focus on.
After a little while, it becomes clear. This is the Trantoul estate, still, but in ruins and overgrown. What it probably looks like in reality outside of the spell that keeps it frozen in time. ]
Been a while. [ Trevor sounds a little distant, for just a moment, before he turns his attention back to Alucard. The journey has been exhausting, almost certainly, but there's a sort of energy here. A familiar one, but magnified a thousand times. If his magic was a whisper of his intent before he lost it, now it's a scream. ] How are you doing?