Dracula Untold Page #3

I sense hope.

Your silver offends me.

Cloak it from my sight.

What kind of man

crawls into his own grave

in search of hope? Hmm?

A desperate one.

The Turks threaten

to destroy my kingdom.

With power like yours,

I could stop them,

save my people,

save my family.

How supremely noble,

Lord Impaler.

House Dracul,

Son of the Devil.

You're mistaken.

It means

"son of the dragon. "

"Protector of the innocent. "

Do your people know

how many innocents

you have killed?

Was it hundreds?

YGS.

Lie to me again

and I'll open you from

your belly to your brain

and feed you

your intestines.

Thousands.

And when you put them to the

stake, what did you feel?

Shame? Horror?

Power?

Answer me!

Nothing!

I felt nothing.

A greater crime

than the act itself.

Then why spill blood

if not for the pleasure of it?

Because men do not

fear swords.

They fear monsters.

They run from them.

By putting one

village to the stake,

I spared 10 more.

Sometimes the world

no longer needs a hero.

Sometimes what it needs

is a monster.

And you believe you know

what it is to be

a monster? Hmm?

You have no idea.

But I'm going

to show you.

For centuries, these moldering

walls have been my gallows.

For I'm bound to this cave,

condemned by

one who turned me.

Oh' and I have

waited an eternity

for a man of your strength,

your gifts, your will.

A man worthy of the dark

and all its powers.

For if I am your salvation,

you are mine.

Drink.

You will have

a taste of my power.

The strength of 100 men.

The speed

of a falling star.

Dominion over the night

and all its creatures.

To see and hear

through their senses.

Even heal grievous wounds.

At what price?

Once you drink,

your thirst

for human blood

will be insatiable.

But if you can

resist for three days,

you will return to

your mortal state

having sampled my power,

and perhaps,

saved your people.

And if I feed?

The price would

be worse than

if you'd never

stepped in here.

For I will be set free

having granted the darkness

a worthy offering.

You will become

its vessel as I am.

A scourge on this earth

destined to destroy

everything you hold dear.

Your lands, your people,

even your

precious wife and son.

I would die

before I harmed them.

Indeed you will,

I'm afraid.

L, however,

will at last be free

to unleash my wrath against

the one who betrayed me.

And one day, I will call on

you to serve me, my pawn,

in an immortal

game of revenge.

This is not a game!

Ah, but what better way

to endure eternity?

For this, little prince,

is the ultimate game.

Light versus dark,

hope versus despair.

And all the world's

fate hangs in the balance.

Then it will be

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