INT. KON'S CHAMBER — NIGHT
Kon's body lies motionless on the Ancient Ventricle — glass tubes drip crimson, the runes on his skin pulse faintly like a dying star. The mask forces ancient breath into lungs that shouldn't breathe. The Sanguine Pouch swings above, leaking Elizabeth's forbidden blood into his veins.
Victor stands beside him, hands folded behind his back. His calm eyes watch the monstrous process without flinching.
He mutters to himself, firm but loyal:
VICTOR (whisper)
> "My Lord… this burden is mine now. I swear, no disappointment."
Behind him, Fuko watches — arms crossed, face half-lit by the ghostly glow of the runes.
He leans in, voice low:
FUKO
> "Hey Victor… One thing. Why her? Why didn't Lord Kon take Dracula's corpse instead? He's the real source, right?"
Victor turns — the tubes hiss behind him. A flicker of memory crosses his cold eyes.
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FLASHBACK — KON'S GARDEN
Kon stands in a black garden under a blood-red moon. Silent — except for a small child at his feet, giggling, playing with pebbles.
Victor is kneeling beside him, asking the same question:
VICTOR (past)
> "My Lord, why not Dracula's body instead of Elizabeth's?"
Kon's pale lips curl into a thin, cruel smile. He lifts the child into his arms, almost gently — then sinks a single black needle into the boy's neck.
The boy's veins bulge, skin twisting, bones cracking — in seconds, the child mutates into a half-bat, half-worm abomination, writhing in Kon's arms.
Its mouth splits open in a scream that never leaves its throat.
Kon watches, eyes half-lidded — then lets the creature drop, limp and rotting before it hits the grass.
KON (calm, almost fatherly)
> "Too much power, Victor. Too many minds. Too many hungry truths inside that corpse.
Consume Dracula… and you become a hive.
Consume her — and you stay you. Just stronger."
He wipes the blood from his fingers on the grass.
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BACK TO THE CHAMBER
Victor stands there, stone-faced — remembering. He glances at Fuko.
VICTOR (quiet)
> "You heard him.
Too much power isn't power… if you can't keep it yours."
Fuko exhales — a thin grin on his scarred face.
He looks at Kon's body — still, monstrous, patient.
⚫ SCENE: "You Chose These Insects?"
The village is quiet — until footsteps echo across the dirt path.
A lone man walks through the morning fog.
Black coat. Head low. Blood still fresh on his knuckles.
At the gate, a servant raises his hand.
SERVANT:
> "Who are you?"
The man doesn't answer. He keeps walking.
SERVANT:
> "I said STOP."
The servant moves to block him —
— and in a blink, Dalutnon drives his fist through the guard's throat.
The body drops, twitching.
Dalutnon whispers:
DALUTNON (cold):
> "Humans. Always barking before they bleed."
Shouts explode. Six more servants sprint toward him with weapons.
Dalutnon exhales through his nose — annoyed.
He steps forward — not running, just walking —
Then twists, dodges, cracks skulls, breaks ribs.
A flash of limbs. Screams. Blood arcs through the air like rain.
Bodies slam into walls. One man vomits blood before his spine shatters.
In seconds, Dalutnon stands in a hallway of corpses —
blood sprayed across his face, hands dripping.
He looks up toward the manor, a grin forming.
A cruel, disappointed grin.
DALUTNON (quietly to himself):
> "You chose these insects to guard you?
…Interesting choice."
He cracks his knuckles —
and keeps walking.
The air turned cold.
Two mages appeared, cloaks fluttering in the wind. Energy surged in their palms.
Without hesitation, they unleashed a barrage of fire and lightning.
Dalutnon didn't flinch.
He stepped back once —
Exhaled slowly —
Then vanished in a black blur.
CRACK!
Both mages screamed as fists crushed their ribs.
Bones shattered like glass. One mage collapsed, the other flew across the marble wall, skull-first.
Dalutnon turned toward the throne hall —
And charged.
The palace doors exploded off their hinges as he smashed through, blood still dripping from his hands.
At the far end of the room, a figure stood — cloaked in black velvet, a thin crown over pale skin.
King Nox.
Dalutnon walked forward.
DALUTNON (calmly):
> "So… tell me. What should your death feel like?
Broken bones… or torn flesh?"
NOX (shaking):
> "Wait, I—"
CRACK.
Before he could finish, Dalutnon twisted Nox's arm backward with a sickening pop. The king screamed and collapsed, falling to the steps below his own throne — coughing, crying.
DALUTNON (disappointed):
> "Humans. Weak. Always begging at the end."
Suddenly — a black mist seeped into the chamber.
From the shadows stepped Hazo, the silent reaper.
He approached the broken king, crouched beside his limp body, and whispered:
HAZO (smirking):
> "Guess you did a good job, monster."
He gripped the king's corpse — and in a flash of black mist — vanished, taking Dalutnon with him.
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⚫ LATER… THE REVEAL
In the Abyss Citadel…
Fuko stood atop a stone balcony, watching over dead lands.
He turned as a figure approached through the mist.
A tall man in black. Blood on his hands.
Eyes dead. Still breathing.
FUKO:
> "Who the hell are you?"
Before the silence could grow, Victor stepped beside him.
VICTOR:
> "Meet the new one.
Dalutnon.
Lord Kon's final servant… before he entered his one-year slumber."
Fuko's eyes narrowed — but he smirked.
He could feel it — this wasn't just a man.
This was a weapon.
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⚫ FLASHBACK: "The Realm of Ten Million Screams"
Long ago… another realm.
Flames raged. Screams echoed. A war that no god touched.
Dalutnon stood alone, surrounded by corpses — 100,000 slaughtered.
Blood stained the clouds.
He stood… trembling. Eyes dim. Body collapsing.
Then — a hand caught him.
KON (voice calm, sincere):
> "You and I… we're not so different.
Join me. We can burn this world the right way."
Dalutnon didn't speak. Didn't strike.
He just looked at him —