Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24217012-20171207103110/@comment-24852191-20180109010331


 * Deacula twists the sword in his stomach as he leans in. His beard and mustache shines dully off of the dark light of the room.

Dracula: Now, I have bested you. Would you rather I consume you and forever your soul be trapped within my body until the end of time, or would you rather I kill you and you can take your chances before God Almighty?