☦ 8 Reflections of Insanity [Video]

[bloody_count]

[OOC: Yes, I know I'm supposed to be hiatusing. But even I need a break from the sinus medicine. Bear with.]

[A loud crash echoes through House 13. The device's video feed is activated as the coffin reverently stationed in the parlor topples to the floor. From within comes a screeched wail, beginning in a low baritone but ending somewhere in

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[bloody_count]

[The crazed Count stumbles from the House, sword in hand, nearly bent double by the weight of his many, many sins. But he's heard the familiar language and manages to straighten, gazing about wild-eyed for the source.]

Cine vorbeste astfel la mine! Ce devilry este aceasta! Ce nebunie am fost blestemat sa sufere?

[Who speaks thus to me! What devilry is this! What madness have I been damned to suffer?]

[A spin of his heel reveals the speaker, one certainly unfamiliar as was this very world unto which he'd woken. A wave of voluminous evil flowed from the shadowed figure, so naturally Vlad lifts his blade, gleaming in the watery moonlight, and brandishes it high.]



Vorbesc, dracu'! Vorbesc inca o data inainte de a ma trimite tine scari inapoi la dracu'! Ca un soldat al lui Dumnezeu, atat prin urmare nu m-am inselat ii in viata ta de spurcata corpului!

[Speak, devil! Speak once more before I send thee squalling back to hell! As a soldier of God, so therefore do I swear to rend the life from thy foul body!]

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[dusty_angelus]

[Before the valiant knight rose the shadows that stretched across Sheol's valley, a thousand eyes bright as the red morning star turned towards him and leered with baleful judgment. Amongst the shrilling tendrils, and demonic familiars attempting to escape their confined, forged the crown of black thorns of the fallen priest. Flames of Purgatory alight in his gaze, teeth serrated and yearning, gleaming in the night, sulfuric mist seethed past their white gates as he bellowed a mocking laughter.]



Diavolul? Diavolul-ai spus? Vlad Draculea?

[Devil? Devil doth thou call I? Vlad Draculea?]

[The corrupt holy man threw his head back, his cackling shaking the carrion birds from their roots.]



AYYEEHAAWHAAWHAAWHAWHAAH!!!! Fiul lui Dragonul! Fiu al Diavolului! Printul Intunericului!

[Son of the Dragon! Son of the Devil! Prince of Darkness!]

Acesta este, prin dumneavoastră invoca de Satana şi de mânia ta, răzbunare voastre păcătoase, că am venit înainte de tine!

[It is by thy invoke of Satan and thy wrath, thy sinful vengeance, that I come before thee!]

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[bloody_count]

[In that moment, the very second that Vlad's sword reaches its apex, Jehovah Most High chooses to have mercy on His noble knight, for is He not the Father of Forgiveness? A bright light pierces the cloudy veil, rocketing to the earth and surrounding the dark haired Count in its brilliant light, gleaming forth with the power of the Heavenly Host.

At first, the Count - still reeling from his brush with God's power and expecting to be singed into nothing but ash - flinches away from that bright holiness, but when it does naught but bathe him in God's loving glow, he straightens, firm resolve strengthening his noble countenance and setting his mobile mouth into a stern determined line, the very essence of angelic grace taking spark in his emerald-green eyes.

Thus emboldened, able to stand in the face of such devilish horror now that he has been blessed once more by the God whom he strove to serve all those centuries ago, he roars in a loud voice, throwing challenge into the very teeth of Hell itself. And he does not fear. For the Lord is with him.]

Fugi, miros urit Javra! fuga inapoi la groapa de tau Stapane, monstruozitatea ce i-a furat de la om la Gloria de Dumnezeu! randul tau nenorocita coada si din pripa in gazda, imi place prin fiara!

[Flee, foul cur! Flee back to the pit of thy master, the abomination what stole from man the glory of God! Turn thy wretched tail and scurry from the Host, ye hellish beast!]