[Alucard's eyes remain forward, the display now too overwhelming to look away from. It is horror, true horror, beyond what anyone might have imagined. Even his father. That little part of anger in him, the one that wanted to rend the world asunder in response to this, is finding itself satisfied. Not content, but satisfied even though the dhampir knows this is not justice by any means. But gods are not known for understating themselves, and vultures feel appropriate given the circumstance. An idle thumb strokes over Lenore's knuckles, unsure if she will find the gesture useful for keeping her grounded. Worth the attempt, at any rate.
He feels the tension in the moment snap. Everything sags like a marionette. Someone is talking, but that doesn't matter. Alucard shifts his arm gently.]
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He feels the tension in the moment snap. Everything sags like a marionette. Someone is talking, but that doesn't matter. Alucard shifts his arm gently.]
It's gone.