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September 18th, 1455. The Catholic Church of Wallachia
"STOP THIS, PLEASE! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"
It was happening again. The unjust witch burning, done by the Church for not a single good reason. And who was tied to the stake this time? A woman by the name of Petunia Tepes, formerly a Belmont. Formerly because she was now married - she had been since a few years ago.
But the bishop heading the burning didn't care. All he cared about was the death of this ungodly witch.
"How was she uncovered?" a man asked, walking up to the priest.
"Satanic engines." the Bishop responded. "Devilish contraptions powered by lightning. Thin glass bottles with sickly liquids. And worst of all, the picture of Satan himself."
"He's here, you know. My husband is here. He- AGH! He won't take kindly to being called the devil!" The woman shouted, the flames burning higher.
"So you suggest I stop calling a sheep a sheep? A brick a brick? You married Satan, woman. Can you not see that?" the priest continued. "You were a good woman once. The Belmonts were good people. But then-"
"We still are!" the woman shot back. "You chose to capture me and burn me because I went against the strict as hell rules of your religion and chose to pursue science!"
"You dare call your witchcraft science?!"
"So you suggest I stop calling a sheep a sheep? A brick a brick?"
"Famous last words. It's time to go be with your husband forever." the Bishop said.
"I couldn't agree more. It's time for her to leave."
The loud words coursed through the people and clerics gathered at the burning before a powerful mini-tornado crashed down at the stake. The wood scattered, and the fire vanished. When the gusts dissipated, an ominous black figure stood in front of Petunia Tepes.
"You called me the devil. Count Vladimir Dracula Tepes does not take kindly to that." Dracula said, standing exposed in the sunlight. "Nor do I appreciate you trying to BURN MY WIFE ALIVE."
"D-Demon! It's a demon!" The priests began chanting, holding out crosses while saying religious prayers. Dracula summoned his sword and stabbed one of the crosses, also stabbing the hand of the priest.
"You deserve worse than what I will do to you as payback for this." Dracula said, his cold gaze fixing on the Bishop. "I could open the gates of hell and allow your race to die. And if my wife had been dead by the time I got here... then I can assure you I would have done so. Do not sleep quietly, men of the Church. It's time to learn that your actions have consequences." Ms. Tepes ran up and hugged her husband as the mini-tornado began to form again. "Make your peace with God while you still can." The mini-tornado formed, obscuring the two from view. Then it dissipated, and they were gone.
July 8th, 2017. Wallachia.
"Shit. Don't tell me I'm lost."
Silas Raven sat down on a stump in the dead forest he was cruising through. He kept flipping his map around, trying to find which way fit. "Yep, completely lost. Someone remind me again why I thought taking a trip to Wallachia was a good idea."
No one else was with him.
"...okay. So I'm talking to myself now. That's fine. Helps me think." Silas continued, getting up and looking around. "Alright, landmarks. Can I see any?" Looking around, Silas saw something interesting. "Castle? Old, decrepit castle? If anywhere's the old home of Dracula..." Silas began to run up to it when he noticed something. The castle was on top of a hill, and had a drawbridge crossing over it.
But below the drawbridge, in a crevice, was a mansion with a stained glass window in the shape of a bat on the front.
"He is the bat king." Silas said. Taking the risky route, he decided to slide down the side of the cliff. It worked. He arrived at the mansion in record time. Walking up to the door, he saw the conjoined handle was in the shape of a bat. Pulling the two sides apart, he could now open the door normally. Entering, he found the house dark. "Uh... hello?" Silas saw a torch on the wall, so he took it. Shockingly, it lit up by itself. Using it to look around, it seemed like a moderately fancy mansion. Old machines were lined up against the walls. Fancy banners adorned the pillars. A large rug covered the main hall. And the stairs were large.
Suddenly, Silas heard movement directly behind him.
"Now why have you chosen to intrude upon my domain, human? A stupid decision."
(Current RPers: @Eeveechu151, @Mewtwofan259, @Clementina, @SismicFlareCharmander, @Godjacob)
September 18th, 1455. The Catholic Church of Wallachia
"STOP THIS, PLEASE! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"
It was happening again. The unjust witch burning, done by the Church for not a single good reason. And who was tied to the stake this time? A woman by the name of Petunia Tepes, formerly a Belmont. Formerly because she was now married - she had been since a few years ago.
But the bishop heading the burning didn't care. All he cared about was the death of this ungodly witch.
"How was she uncovered?" a man asked, walking up to the priest.
"Satanic engines." the Bishop responded. "Devilish contraptions powered by lightning. Thin glass bottles with sickly liquids. And worst of all, the picture of Satan himself."
"He's here, you know. My husband is here. He- AGH! He won't take kindly to being called the devil!" The woman shouted, the flames burning higher.
"So you suggest I stop calling a sheep a sheep? A brick a brick? You married Satan, woman. Can you not see that?" the priest continued. "You were a good woman once. The Belmonts were good people. But then-"
"We still are!" the woman shot back. "You chose to capture me and burn me because I went against the strict as hell rules of your religion and chose to pursue science!"
"You dare call your witchcraft science?!"
"So you suggest I stop calling a sheep a sheep? A brick a brick?"
"Famous last words. It's time to go be with your husband forever." the Bishop said.
"I couldn't agree more. It's time for her to leave."
The loud words coursed through the people and clerics gathered at the burning before a powerful mini-tornado crashed down at the stake. The wood scattered, and the fire vanished. When the gusts dissipated, an ominous black figure stood in front of Petunia Tepes.
"You called me the devil. Count Vladimir Dracula Tepes does not take kindly to that." Dracula said, standing exposed in the sunlight. "Nor do I appreciate you trying to BURN MY WIFE ALIVE."
"D-Demon! It's a demon!" The priests began chanting, holding out crosses while saying religious prayers. Dracula summoned his sword and stabbed one of the crosses, also stabbing the hand of the priest.
"You deserve worse than what I will do to you as payback for this." Dracula said, his cold gaze fixing on the Bishop. "I could open the gates of hell and allow your race to die. And if my wife had been dead by the time I got here... then I can assure you I would have done so. Do not sleep quietly, men of the Church. It's time to learn that your actions have consequences." Ms. Tepes ran up and hugged her husband as the mini-tornado began to form again. "Make your peace with God while you still can." The mini-tornado formed, obscuring the two from view. Then it dissipated, and they were gone.
July 8th, 2017. Wallachia.
"Shit. Don't tell me I'm lost."
Silas Raven sat down on a stump in the dead forest he was cruising through. He kept flipping his map around, trying to find which way fit. "Yep, completely lost. Someone remind me again why I thought taking a trip to Wallachia was a good idea."
No one else was with him.
"...okay. So I'm talking to myself now. That's fine. Helps me think." Silas continued, getting up and looking around. "Alright, landmarks. Can I see any?" Looking around, Silas saw something interesting. "Castle? Old, decrepit castle? If anywhere's the old home of Dracula..." Silas began to run up to it when he noticed something. The castle was on top of a hill, and had a drawbridge crossing over it.
But below the drawbridge, in a crevice, was a mansion with a stained glass window in the shape of a bat on the front.
"He is the bat king." Silas said. Taking the risky route, he decided to slide down the side of the cliff. It worked. He arrived at the mansion in record time. Walking up to the door, he saw the conjoined handle was in the shape of a bat. Pulling the two sides apart, he could now open the door normally. Entering, he found the house dark. "Uh... hello?" Silas saw a torch on the wall, so he took it. Shockingly, it lit up by itself. Using it to look around, it seemed like a moderately fancy mansion. Old machines were lined up against the walls. Fancy banners adorned the pillars. A large rug covered the main hall. And the stairs were large.
Suddenly, Silas heard movement directly behind him.
"Now why have you chosen to intrude upon my domain, human? A stupid decision."