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genessia2016-01-07 08:52 pm
what_is_a_man) wrote in genessia2016-01-07 08:52 pm
[Action for Castlevania]
It was a normal night for the most part, until something... changed in the air. It was soft at first, like a whisper. However, it wasn't long before a song could be heard. As the song progressed it increased in volume and intensity, echoing through the halls from the throne of the castle. The very walls reverberated with the intensity of the song, penetrating down even to the depths of the catacombs as the lord of the castle played on a piano he had moved into the throne room recently.
As the song spread throughout the castle, the minions of Castlevania slowed their daily menial tasks to a slow, eventually stopping, eyes turning to stare in the direction of the throne. As the song finally came to an end, the minions that had weapons drew them, while the more feral creatures bore their fangs and flexed their claws. There were no words, but the message was clear even to those that did not share the same soul bond to Dracula. Castlevania was going to war.
For those that came to the throne room, they would see Dracula and a handful of his minions. A Persephone with a quill and parchment composing what looked to be some sort of address, and a selection of minions from across the castle bearing weapons and armor as Dracula considered what he would be taking into battle in the near future. The grand piano he had used to rally his minions could be seen shoved off to the side of the room, with what appeared to be a picture frame near by covered by a cloth. However one of the minions must have brushed against the cloth in the commotion, leaving it half exposed. What was visible showed the portrait of an elegant woman and a small boy. While the woman in the portrait seemed normal enough, the boy had pale almost deathlike skin...
As the song spread throughout the castle, the minions of Castlevania slowed their daily menial tasks to a slow, eventually stopping, eyes turning to stare in the direction of the throne. As the song finally came to an end, the minions that had weapons drew them, while the more feral creatures bore their fangs and flexed their claws. There were no words, but the message was clear even to those that did not share the same soul bond to Dracula. Castlevania was going to war.
For those that came to the throne room, they would see Dracula and a handful of his minions. A Persephone with a quill and parchment composing what looked to be some sort of address, and a selection of minions from across the castle bearing weapons and armor as Dracula considered what he would be taking into battle in the near future. The grand piano he had used to rally his minions could be seen shoved off to the side of the room, with what appeared to be a picture frame near by covered by a cloth. However one of the minions must have brushed against the cloth in the commotion, leaving it half exposed. What was visible showed the portrait of an elegant woman and a small boy. While the woman in the portrait seemed normal enough, the boy had pale almost deathlike skin...
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"You have a plan, then, I presume," the Succubus said with a chuckle.
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"Within the week, we will be marching on the Mayor's office to 'liberate' him."
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Pidonus knows better than to piss off Dracula.