Chapter 26: Dracula The Impaler
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Vlad the Impaler, that was Alucard's first legend.
A person who was surrounded by nothing but a complexity for a backstory.
Enslaved as a child and abused by the rules of the Ottoman.
Became a soldier the moment he could walk.
Raised in ranks by killing people from the Turkish and being feared for impaling his enemies to announce his dominance.
He would not leave anything, he impaled them all, the women; the children and the babies alike.
Battlefields stretched out for years with his rain as supreme.
Was it luck, or the undeniable effect of untouchable talent?
They truly did not know, but whatever it was, one day, it faded.
As he was lying on the cold bloody floor, dying.
A floor which was covered by the blood of those he used to call his combatants in war.
All slaughtered by the enemy.
And Vlad or to this timeline, Alucard was left alive to witness the blood of their corpses drain, little by little, drop by drop.
He was resistant, so it took a full week for the drain to take its effect.
He was weakened, not because of its loss, but mostly due to a hunger that had taken root within the comfort of his stomach.
A hunger that had grown for weeks. And now, his only fear wasn't the loss of the blood that escaped his wounded body, but that hunger would kill him before its drainage could take its toll.
Thirst was another thing he did not consider.
Perhaps that was his mistake, underestimating it.
Because at that moment, at his most desperate point, madness overtook him.
How could he die after all the troubles he had pushed himself through?
Why would he die, when he had killed so many to gain his stance as superior?
He would never allow it, death.
How could he, when he hadn't gotten his revenge?
So madness pushed on, as he moved his figure.
Below him, a fountain of blood reflected his reflection, as if mocking his pitiful, rotten state.
So he scratched out his hand and ran his fingers over its flouting glow.
Pure blood.
Not his, not his enemies, but the blood of those he considered his brothers, his comrades.
Peacefully moving the motion of his fingers, as if his hand was nothing but a disturbance to the trance.
Him, a disturbance?
What type of logic did reality hold when he was the sole reason the blooded floor had blood to begin with?
What type of joke were the heavens playing at?.
To die in the presence of his own creation?
How much of an imbecile did they really think he truly was?
How much of this hideousness of a kama did they think he was willing to accept?.
Alucard did not allow it, he simply could not.
So, he moved his figure and leaned closer to the reddened ocean.
The blood, it had been a week, yet it still retained its wet, reddened nature as if in waiting for his approach.
As if it was calling him.
It wasn't natural to see such a spectacle, was it not?
But at that leaning second, Alucard simply did not give a fuck.
He didn't care what it meant.
he didn't care about the mysteries behind its still dripping cries.
Because all he knew was survival.
All he knew was desperation.
He only wanted to survive.
So he honestly didn't give a shit, if it would be the devil or the god who would give him such a want.
But he knew that he would even sell his soul to obtain it.
So he did.
Leaning in closer, he trailed his fingers above its reddened seas, and he drank from its darkened embrace.
Blood, moving though his lips, and power groaning from the depths of his soon to be immortal spirit.
Changing he who was once named Dracula, into Alucard.
Turning him from the impaler to the devil himself.
Alucard, Count Dracula, true immortal.
Turned into the first, true leech of the earth.
True devil.
True, Vampire.
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Vlad knew where the roots of the first vampire came from, so hearing Alice call herself and her family vampire truly stunned him to the very core.
Alucard never referred to them as vampire, not even once.
In fact, from what Vlad could remember, he always spoke of them like they were some type of insulant, arrogant supernatural creatures.
Creatures who would always remain truly oblivious to the world they lived in.
They thought they were the strongest to exist, which really came as a surprise to him.
From his knowledge, he knew that witches were the ones who truly held the patriarchy of the supernatural.
But they were well hidden, yet to think that they would allow ghouls to gain such a vastly false narrative.
He knew that something was probably taking place in the shadows, and whatever it was, it did not excite him deep enough to even think about involving himself.
"Are you really not gonna do it?" Alice asked, interrupting Vlad's thoughts in an instant.
"Na," Vlad replied, shaking his head and smiling slightly, "I told you all they need to know, I see no reason for us to meet"
And Alice, sitting beside him, frowned with his words.
She interlocked her arm with his, then leaned her head on his shoulder.
And something hit within his heart, something unspoken.
A thing only he knew, or even the corpse of a ghoul that leaned right next to him.
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