Chapter 24: Disneyland (8)

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"Incredible, they're all dead already," Dracula complained to his new companion in the middle of the airport. "It's really impossible to find decent helpers these days. Well, not impossible because here you are, but you get what I mean."

Davy Jones nodded.

"Of course."

"Excellent. I don't know what mess they made, but it doesn't make sense for us to get involved now that there's no one to rescue. Oh well. I'll find other humans to start over with. It's a shame, but it is what it is. More importantly, I need to recover the last fragment of the medallion. You will help me."

"Of course, sir!"

"That's the spirit. Going to Disneyland was worth it after all. Although I don't know why someone of your caliber was in that place, but oh well. Everyone makes mistakes."

There were too many people. The crowd was so dense that he was starting to feel overwhelmed. Moreover, none of them had manners; they were going around pushing and invading his personal space. Not to mention that they stank. Really too many people, and this was just an airport. He could only imagine the state of the world in general, although that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Dracula supposed that he had actually been doing the world a favor all these years. He hadn't managed to exterminate the human plague, but at least he had kept their numbers under control. It seemed like they had started reproducing like rabbits as soon as he had taken a thousand-year nap. He had to resist the urge to start his usual massacre in this airport.

It wasn't a good idea to act so openly until he had his castle. His bastion and his weapon against humanity. But it wouldn't be long before he could quench his thirst for slaughter and massacres. He just had to go pick up the last fragment.

Davy Jones couldn't fly, so he hypnotized the human with the fastest car he saw and made him take them to the right place. The human stopped the car. Then he ordered him to go home, get a rope, and hang himself. Just for fun, a whim like any other.

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"Well, here we are," Dracula said as the car drove away. "Get ready."

Davy Jones unsheathed his sword. It didn't look very sharp, to be honest. Oh well, he would know.

They entered the cemetery. It took Dracula some time to find the right crypt. It had been a long time since he'd been here, after all. He opened the coffin and pulled the fragment out from among the cobwebs and dust. As expected, Alucard had kept the medallion with him until the end.

"Is that it?" Davy Jones asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you told me to get ready, I thought something would happen."

"I did too, that they would have an ambush prepared for us, but as you can see, no. Even I can be wrong once in a while."

"Aren't you going to place the fragment?"

"Not yet, I want to find a better place for the manifestation of the castle."

Well, he didn't have to search. He had already decided on the only appropriate place. The city center, since the castle would become its beating heart when everything else was screaming. Sliding through the traffic along with his faithful servant, Davy Jones, Dracula inserted the last fragment of the medallion.

The castle began to emerge in the heart of the city.

In response, the world screamed, twisted, and broke. The skies wept blood and the ground filled with cracks. Confusion and panic reigned in an instant. Several cars were swallowed by the earth along with their occupants in the blink of an eye. The deepest power of darkness was reviving in the modern era, here and now. No one could stop it. It was too late for that.

There was absolutely nothing anyone could do to stop it even if they had time. The Prince of Darkness had eternity, so time was always on his side.

The skyscrapers split in half and their remains scattered over the unnecessarily wide streets as if kneeling before the emerging castle. Dracula and Davy Jones stood alongside the castle above the city. But at that point, they couldn't see anything, as the castle appeared around them. They were inside from the first moment.

Of course, Dracula hurried to reach a balcony and witness the catastrophe firsthand, although it was nothing he hadn't seen before.

It was like drinking blood, although his appetite for destruction was not a biological imperative. No matter how many times he drank from a human, he would never get enough. It was the same thing, but the details were different enough to stimulate him anyway.

In fact, he had an erection.

Disneyland (8): END