[ Dying has never frightened Trevor. Leaving the other two alone, though - that is terrifying. More so than anything that Carmilla herself could threaten with.
Even now, all of them beaten down as much as they are, hurt and afraid of loss and with so, so much to be done before things can be as they were, Alucard is beautiful. Even after the kiss has broken, Trevor keeps his forehead pressed against the vampire's. He's been being distant for too long, hasn't he? When all the isolation in the world couldn't have done a thing to make any of this right.
The sun rises all too soon. ]
With me.
[ For this, there is exactly no subterfuge. He draws his sword, takes his whip, and simply walks onto the lawn. Carmilla will know that they are coming. Let her know. Let her be afraid. Let the castle - their home - become a prison for her in her last hours.
Not just her. Let her soldiers be afraid. No doubt many of them are not here by choice, tired and afraid and far from home. Let them be more afraid of the three of them than they ever have been of her. Let them desert. Let them turn on her.
(No more blood in their home than needs to be shed.) ]
I am Trevor Belmont, son of House Belmont. I have come to slay the vampire Carmilla. [ He shouts as they are first sighted, his voice amplified by Sypha's wind magic. No doubt he can be heard from within the castle. No doubt Carmilla can hear him. Good. ] Nobody shall die here who does not wish to perish in her name. Lay down your blades, and let us pass.
[ He means it. He has to mean it, or it doesn't work. And it might mean having to allow the soldiers who aided in Alucard's torture to live later on, if they surrender. But- they are not here for revenge. They cannot be here for revenge. They are here to make things right.
Three of the ten soldiers immediately drop their weapons. Another three draw theirs and rush to attack. Trevor swings his morning star at the skull of the closest, and it tears through bone and brain like it were paper. ]
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Even now, all of them beaten down as much as they are, hurt and afraid of loss and with so, so much to be done before things can be as they were, Alucard is beautiful. Even after the kiss has broken, Trevor keeps his forehead pressed against the vampire's. He's been being distant for too long, hasn't he? When all the isolation in the world couldn't have done a thing to make any of this right.
The sun rises all too soon. ]
With me.
[ For this, there is exactly no subterfuge. He draws his sword, takes his whip, and simply walks onto the lawn. Carmilla will know that they are coming. Let her know. Let her be afraid. Let the castle - their home - become a prison for her in her last hours.
Not just her. Let her soldiers be afraid. No doubt many of them are not here by choice, tired and afraid and far from home. Let them be more afraid of the three of them than they ever have been of her. Let them desert. Let them turn on her.
(No more blood in their home than needs to be shed.) ]
I am Trevor Belmont, son of House Belmont. I have come to slay the vampire Carmilla. [ He shouts as they are first sighted, his voice amplified by Sypha's wind magic. No doubt he can be heard from within the castle. No doubt Carmilla can hear him. Good. ] Nobody shall die here who does not wish to perish in her name. Lay down your blades, and let us pass.
[ He means it. He has to mean it, or it doesn't work. And it might mean having to allow the soldiers who aided in Alucard's torture to live later on, if they surrender. But- they are not here for revenge. They cannot be here for revenge. They are here to make things right.
Three of the ten soldiers immediately drop their weapons. Another three draw theirs and rush to attack. Trevor swings his morning star at the skull of the closest, and it tears through bone and brain like it were paper. ]