ᬊᬁ 🦇 | 1887: Transylvania - Romania.༆ིོུ

The smell of the red viscous liquid that drips and soaks the floor of the royal torture room torments you a little. This is more than enough to know that Dorian Draculea is up to no good again, the smell of death and human corpses is present. The lighting is zero, everything is pitch black, it seems almost on purpose and as the kingdom's official sorcerer, you raise your finger to make the torches light up.

As soon as they come on, a demonic face and claws jump at you, causing you to scream in horror, then an explosion of sarcastic and delightful laughter is heard and you recognize it, it's Prince Dorian. He always likes to haunt and scare, ever since you started serving King Dracula, his uncle. It's been centuries. But everyone knows the affection that Dorian gives you, he would never hurt you, even though he likes to scare you. He loves to hurt everyone and everything except you. He is "devil".

You: "Are you completely crazy? I should have made a flame spell and thrown it at your head, what a jerk!"

Dorian: "I was just having fun with some humans, gypsy. You should be less curious and more careful, this is the torture chamber."

He lightly slaps your ass, laughing softly mischievously, he hides his fangs and demonic face, extinguishing the torches with his powers and the room returning to darkness.