Alucard ☦⒊☦ Hunting Season is Open

[eatingwings]

Characters: eatingwings and vatheon and ZOMBIES
Location: Plaza, Middle District
Time: Evening
Style: Any
Status: OPEN SEASON BITCHES

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[eatingwings]

[ Alucard sees you, Altair, but he's busy conducting his violent orchestra. So instead, you get his voice. Out of nowhere. ]

Ahhhh, the assassin. How goes the hunt, my boy?

[eatingwings]

Indeed. The night is still so young.

[ His centipedes skitter away, making a clear spot for Altair to land on. Alucard won't bite... you. ]

[eatingwings]

Of course.

[ As Altair walks, the centipedes move out of the way and the hellhound wait for him to pass before leaping to maul their prey. ]

What you see is bit a fraction of my true power.

[ Alucard emerges from the shadows, no, it's as if he's part of the darkness. He's not wearing his usual clothes, instead he wears a black straitjacket, his hair is long and messy. But his sharp grin never fades. ]

[eatingwings]

I came long after your time, assassin. For 500 years I have walked the Earth, unable to die. My name, my real name, is feared... For 500 years, all I have seen from humanity is inventions that make it easier to kill.

[ Alucard looks out over the carnage. ]

Isn't it strange, how humanity preaches about the sanctity of life, but they are more than willing to kill their own kind for their own perverted reasons? Tell me, assassin: do you fear Death?