I’m killing our boy, Lisa. The greatest gift you gave to me, and I’m killing him.
I will not be questioned by you. I have told you how it will be. The humans will die. You will be taken care of.
Little Godbrand, little vampire, little parasite. Little boat weevil who delights in making noise and pretending he is important and dangerous.
Are you going to continue questioning me? Are you going to fight me, little Godbrand?
Then why are you still here making your little noises? Get out before I slit you up the middle and bite out your heart.
Imagine it; a world without humans under endless invented night. And Dracula in his castle, his revenge so complete there is nothing left to do but look out over a world without art or memory or laughter and know that he did his work well. That he did it for love.
