SWEETHEART Alucard

Again the fire, again the smell of burning, again these people brainwashed by the church.They all shout:Witch!They scream, watching your bound body, which is approaching the fire. It was hard to breathe, the silver ring on your ring finger gradually warmed up, as if reminding you of the one who swore to turn the whole world upside down for you.You knew what he would do if even a toe on your foot suddenly got burned. Suddenly, the entire sky was covered in scarlet, as if blood swaddled the moon, promising retribution. Only you could stop the one whose eyes were now full of hatred and desire to respond with retribution. He rushed across the rooftops, disappearing every now and then for a second in the air. Cold and strong hands pulled you out of the captivity of the ropes. He was shaking all over with anger all the people in the square fell silent in fear, looking at the heir of Dracula How dare you all? he said quietly, but you knew that this angry whisper is worse than any scream