Dracula: The Dark Prince Page #2

All sorts of pleasures

and adventures await you.

This is the main dining room.

You are our guests.

We want you to enjoy

your time with us.

- It's beautiful.

- All of this is for you.

Whatever you want or

desire, it's here.

We want to make you feel

at home and welcome.

Everything has been done for

your pleasure and enjoyment.

The music...

company...

comfort...

all is for you.

We hope that you will

learn to love us,

embrace your new life with us.

I will leave you now.

The master will see you

again tomorrow.

Sit, eat.

Enjoy.

This is your new home.

The newcomers have settled in.

I don't like strangers.

There is word of slayers

arriving from as far away

as Kvenland,

the frozen wastes of the north.

With so many enemies

aligned against us,

we must increase our numbers.

Just think...

with the Lightbringer

in your possession,

we will no longer have to worry

about these things again.

We'll find it.

And then you can have as

many followers as you wish.

Just think, sire...

once the Lightbringer

is in your possession,

no one need die again.

Except those who defy me.

I say it's gold.

- No, it's too light to be gold.

- Oh, what do you know?

Well, whatever it is, they've

spared no expense on the lock.

This is a bad idea, Alina.

What other choice did we have?

Gather 'round, boys.

Moment of truth.

- Come on.

- All right, open it up!

Come on, a little enthusiasm.

Open it already.

It's just a walking stick.

All that effort for

a piece of wood.

We cannot lose

the Lightbringer.

Wait, what did you say?

The Lightbringer.

It alone has

the power to defeat

Dracula and the

creatures of the night.

Wait, so you're

saying you think

this is some kind of

magic walking stick?

It's what Cain used to slay Abel.

It was the very first weapon.

Whoo!

You don't say.

The blood of innocents

transformed it into

a tool of God's vengeance.

- Did you bang your head?

- I think so.

The trail ends here.

Spread out.

In the right person's hands,

it has the power

to wipe out entire armies.

You're putting a lot of

faith into a walking stick,

aren't you, sweetheart?

Oh, what a strong one

here, boys.

Trade you for a kiss.

What is it about

this walking stick?

It's an ancient holy relic.

It's taken us years to find it.

There were others with us

who gave their lives for it.

I'm sorry.

We may not be knights,

but we respect that.

There might not be a market

for religious artifacts.

Should we give it back to them?

- A thief with a conscience?

- Maybe even a heart.

The Lightbringer

should not be passed around

like a flagon of cheap ale.

I told you he'd come

for the Lightbringer.

What is happening here?

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