Thread:Jona19992/@comment-27989107-20170202035202/@comment-24852191-20170215205555


 * Dracula pauses as he watches Salem fly away. He grins and turns back to the ghoul army.

Dracula: You are not familiars, but you will have to suffice. Move out and lay waste tl these Guardian!


 * The ghouls groan and moan as they turn and march towards all points of remaining resistance. Civilians run in terror as they are shot at and eaten by ghouls. The streets of Paris run slick and red with blood. The once who put up resistance are impaled on flag poles, lamp posts, sign posts, anything that can be used as an improvised pike. Once the Guardians are driven from the city, the dark steel wall is rebuilt around the city and is fortified. Ghouls are on watch at all times and nothing can get in or out. In front of the exterior of the walls, the corpses of humans and Guardians are impaled on pikes as a stark reminder that all who rise against the House of Darkness, sall pay with their lives. Later that day, Dracula returns to the citadel, D'nabgna, with the heads of his victums in tow, including the heads of the Adams family. Each one has their last horrified expressions left from their past lives. He places them at the feat of Dark Charger and his throne. Charger looks at Dracula and kisses him on both cheeks, European style.

Charger: You did well, my brother. Now as a reward to you, I give you this.


 * He turns and calls out.

Charger: Madame Zodia, please come here.