☦ 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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[yummydarkness]

[bloody_count]

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[dusty_angelus]

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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.]

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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.]

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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

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[hellsing_heir]

[She hadn't been in the house when he had finally emerged, and Integra realizes, almost horrified, that she would not of noticed if not a chance glance and overhearing. The seals really were gone.]

Alucar- [She stops, because that is not his name. In the many forms she had seen him take before this was not one of them but she had only heard whispers of, in the deepest of researching.

This was a man, not a monster. And he was not hers.]

Count of the Old...

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[bloody_count]

[The device is still transmitting, but all is darkness upon its screen. The Count knows not of its presence, therefore it is still lying where its initial fall has left it, on the floor of the littered parlor.

The Count himself is muttering to himself in that foreign tongue, trying to discern some sense out of his surroundings and ease this tremendous ache writhing inside his chest.

To no avail.

God has judged him and he has been found wanting, a burden Vlad - in all his glory, honor and pride - finds impossible to bear.]

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[hellsing_heir]

[She does not yet know enough of the old tongue to understand him, nor could she call on him and expect Alucard, for he was no longer by that name, to respond... But she had to do something! Sitting and waiting, not finding the way out was what had lead to all of this! Integra's free hand balls up into a fist before she takes off back to the house, not caring if it left her companion at the time bewildered or not.

Even if he didn't have acknowledgement of her, Integra was not about to let him go so quickly.]