text: The coach drives inside the huge gates of the huge castle, as the sky turns gold and twilight fills the world with a beautiful feeling of serenity. The coach pulls into the stables, where Haygarth immediately gets to work with the horses. Mikhail opens the coach door, putting Dasha over his shoulder and walking towards the keep. You follow him, as does Lucas, walking alongside him as Dasha stirs with a groan, but doesn't break her slumber.
  
  You walk into the keep, and quickly down to the dungeons. The large dungeon is covered with an earth floor, and four occupied cells. Four women, all of similar age and appearance to Dasha, all whose names you've forgotten, are there. Their mouths are gagged, though they scream desperately as they see you enter. Mikhail mutters a curse under his breath as he tries not to make eye contact with the women, but Lucas smiles and cheerfully waves at women. Mikhail carries Dasha to an empty cell, opening it and laying her gently on the cot inside. He locks the cell behind him, and looks at you both.
  
  "The sun is down. Should we wake him?" Mikhail asks.
  
  "Leave him. It's late. We'll wake him in an hour," Lucas says.
  
  You nod, turning and walking away from the twins. You head up the stone staircase towards the kitchen. Despite the fact that this building is around a thousand years old, it's surprisingly well furnished. Count Grey has kept the house furnished with modern technology, one of the bonuses of controlling a tiny pocket of land and resources. As long as King Carol I got his taxes, he left Count Grey do as he pleased.
  
  You open a cabinet, taking out a somewhat stale sugar cookie and biting into it. You make yourself a sandwich from cold meat, nuts and dates, and quietly consume it, while watching as the world blackens. Just as you see the first red haze on the horizon of the rising blood moon, you quickly turn and head quickly down to the Count's chambers. You hurry down the stairs, quickly heading to the lowest floor, at the center of the castle. Mikhail is already waiting in the dark room, empty except for a single, candle-adored coffin leaning against the stone wall.
  
  The coffin in intricate, a large, black wooden coffin with an intricate, thorny pattern, and a single silver, demonic face with a roaring mouth with a pair of fangs on the front. You can feel the dark feeling emanating from it. It makes you feel cold just looking at it, and you shudder at the thought of what lies inside. Nonetheless, it is your duty to awaken your master.
  
  Lucas hurries into the room,, dropping his cigarette and crushing it under his heel. He looks at both of you.
  
  "Oh good, we're all here. Let's do it, shall we?" Lucas says.
  
  "Which one of us wakes him tonight?" you say.
  
  Lucas smiles, holding up his bandaged wrist.
  
  "I did yesterday."
  
  Mikhail shows you the two-day old cut on his upper arm You draw your dagger, pressing it against your forearm and gently slicing it open. You take in a deep breath as you feel the sharp pain. Blood pours down your arm, and your press the open cut into the roaring mouth of the silver ideal, smearing it with blood. You count to three, before leaning in.
  
  "Glorious Master, the night has come and the world is yours," you whisper.
  
  You step back as the coffin door is pushed open. Inside stands the Count. Dried blood cakes the corners of his mouth, as he lets out a growl, flashing his long, curved fangs, that look sharper than a needle. His black, soulless eyes peer into yours, as you take a deep breath. You outstretch your arm, and he walks forward, grabbing you by the wrist. He brings your arm to his mouth, and begins to suck. He sucks the blood that pumps from your cut as you wince, before releasing you. Mikhail hands you a roll of bandage, which you quickly begin wrapping them around your wound. Count Grey walks away from you, strolling towards the lounge. He walks up the stone stairs, before heading to the glass window. He stares out at the darkness, and the rising red moon.
  
  "Good... good..." he says. "Prepare altar. The Viceroys will be here soon."
  
  You nod eagerly, and quickly head down to the dungeons, followed by the others. The gagged woman are in the cells, curled up and terrified. Dasha is still unconscious, which gives you pause.
  
  "The new girl, Dasha, look at her," you say.
  
  "What of her?" Lucas asks.
  
  "She's still not awake. Maybe you used too much chloroform, Mikhail," you say.
  
  "No, I used the normal amount. Maybe she had a medical condition," Mikhail says.
  
  "Who the fuck cares?" Lucas asks.
  
  "What if she's dead? We'll be one victim short? Do you want to be the sacrifice?" you say.
  
  Lucas pauses, opening the cell and walking towards her. He drops to his knee, putting a hand against her chest.
  
  "She's breathing. Just unconscious. The idiot must've used too much chloroform. She's alive, she'll do, alright?"
  
  Mikhail shrugs, slinging the girl over his shoulder. Lucas opens the two other cells, grabbing the women inside and pulling them along by their hair. The girls are shackled, so they're incapable of struggling much, but any resistance leads quickly to a punch to the side of the head.
  
  "Samuel, get the last two!" Lucas shouts.
  
  You grab the cell keys, walking over. One of the girl stares at you with rage, the other sits in the back corner in terror. You open the scared girl's cell first, grabbing her by her chain. You drag her out of the cell, before opening the second cell and grabbing the more resistant girl.
  
  "Don't fight me on this. You're not going to win this, and I don't want to hurt you," you say.
  
  You pull on the second girl's chain, but she plants her feet down and stares at you.
  > drag her to the chambers
  You grit your teeth, pulling tightly on the chain and dragging her forward. She tries to resist, but you're simply stronger, and she's forced to follow. You slowly lead the two along the hallway, up the stairs, and  into the "church". You hear Count Grey's dark, cold, emotionless voice from the main hall.
  
  "Welcome, Viceroys. Did you decide to come together, or simply met on the road here?"
  
  "Coincidence, my lord," another far deeper voice booms, one more filled with malice and hatred than Count Grey's.
  
  "Good, good. Haygarth!" Count Grey shouts.
  
  "Yes, yes master?" Haygarth's voice comes back from the stables.
  
  "Come, fetch the Viceroy's coats!"
  
  "Yes, yes sir!" Haygarth says, quickly hurrying to them.
  
  You turn your attention back to the task at hand. In front of you in a large, open stone room. Groves cover the stone floor, making the shape of a large pentagram. Lucas' two prisoners are kneeling at two of the points of the pentagram chained to a loop in the stone to prevent them from moving, while Dasha lies at the third, her unconscious state meaning she doesn't need to be chained up. 
  
  "Come on," you say, dragging the second girl to one of the pentagram's points. You force her to kneel on the ground and chain her to the loop in the ground. You drag the first girl to the other, doing the same.
  
  Mikhail and Lucas stand off to the side, watching them. Mikhail looks down, looking vaguely embarrassed at his part in this. Lucas, however, seems ecstatic. He walks forward, grinning as he draws his dagger.
  
  "Oh boy, look at that!" he says, dropping to his knees in front of a girl. "Look at that. You see the pentagram? You see those deep, thick groves? I'm going to fill them with your blood. You like that? You ready?"
  
  The girl frantically begins to struggle, as Lucas smiles. Lucas slices the girl's throat open, as blood pours out, flooding into the grove and running along. The girl gurgles as blood pours through her throat, and Lucas lets the head fall to the ground over the grove, letting the blood pour out into it.
  
  "Mikhail, come on, we need this ready for the Viceroys and Count Grey!" he says.
  
  "I am not a butcher," Mikhail says softly, as Lucas' eyes narrow.
  
  "Don't fucking take the high road. You drugged every whore here, knowing it was all so we'd slit there throats here. You're as much a murderer as I am."
  
  Mikhail looks to the ground, opening his mouth as if to say something, but closing it just as quickly.
  
  "That's what I thought. Samuel, grab your knife, let's get to work."