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We really messed up
the old house, didn't we?

So much like the engines
and things we saw under Gresit.

Alucard must have learned
it all at his daddy's knee.

It's incredible, really.

It's the true science.

My people heard the stories,

but didn't quite hold
onto the truth of them.

Less damage than I
would have thought.

Apart from the mess in
that little room he showed us.

Yes, the engine room
that moves the castle.

I cannot imagine
how that worked.

Well, it doesn't work anymore.

You melted it.

I didn't melt anything.

It must have been
straining against the spell.

What do you think
he's going to do now?

I had a plan, you know.

I was going to
go back to Gresit,

return to my vault,

go back to sleep.

But?

If I leave the castle here...

All his work is inside it.

His libraries, his
materials, his knowledge.

What happens to all that if
the structure is abandoned?

I can't just leave it here.

It'd be nothing but a
grave to be robbed.

So, let it be my grave.

No.

No?

No.

We can't move this thing.

Sypha broke it.

I did not.

You kind of did.

I do not break things.

- So, we're agreed she broke it.
- Oh, yes.

So it's staying
right here, forever,

right on top of
the Belmont Hold.

Which is now also
open to the world.

Up here, your father's
collected knowledge.

Down there, the collected
knowledge of your mother's people.

As above, so below.

Both halves of you, Alucard.

I'm listening.

Behold, you sulky,
half-vampire bastard.

I bequeath you the Belmont Hold.

Make that and the castle
your home, not your grave.

Be its last defender.

You're giving me your home?

It's yours.

My childhood home
and your childhood home.

Protect it. Make
something out of it.

Something better than a pile
of ruins and a symbol of terror.

Keep moving. I'm
not in the mood.

Oh, what do we have here?

Ah, it's thirsty,
whatever it is.

Don't drink the entire pool.

There is enough water for all.

Oh, I don't care about "all."

I only care about us.

There will be plenty
for you after I'm gone.

Well, perhaps we want it all.

Yes, you probably do.

Your kind always does.

I think the desert has left
us a little gift, don't you?

Put a rope around it, drag it behind us.
Perhaps we can sell it at the next town.

Unless we get hungry between
now and then, I suppose.

Is that really the
best you have?

Your best response to finding a
lone stranger drinking at an oasis?

Call him "it",

and immediately draw
plans to sell him or eat him.

You don't matter.

You don't deserve my best.

You're just some drifting clump
of shit I discovered on the road,

and I'll do with you as I wish.

Only I and my
friends here matter.

You are simply meat.

I'm not human?

Oh, I'm sure you're human,
sir philosopher of the water hole.

I simply don't care.

Me neither.

I simply don't have time
to deal with shit like you

every time I want to
sit and take a drink.

And, I am a Forgemaster.

So I don't need to.

I could have an army of my own.

I might like an army.

Shall we find some more
people to add to our merry band?

I want to rejoin my caravan.

This is a story that should be
read into our memory stores.

But after that, I don't know.

You'll travel with them, surely.

Go back to your old life.

I don't know.

Since I met you, I've come
back from a living death,

I've fought demons in
the city square at Gresit,

I've stopped a raiding
force from reaching Arges,

I've discovered forgotten spells in
the greatest hidden library in Europe,

and I've trapped a castle

that uses magic engines
to move from place to place,

and pinned it to the
ruins of the Belmont home.

Why would I want to stop now?

Go on.

Look, we know at least some of
Dracula's army landed at Braila.

Are the night hordes
just going to go home?

Well, no. But...

And what about the church?

We've both seen how
corrupt and twisted it is.

And who knows what
else is happening out there?

What then?

Well, what then?

Then we're not finished, are we?

And I don't want to stop.

Stop what, for God's sake?

This. What we're doing.

And it's good for you, too.

Okay.

How on Earth did you
come to that decision?

When I met you, you reeked
of piss, blood, and stale beer.

You killed a monster
largely by accident.

Hey, that took serious skills.

And then demanded alcohol

before storming off like a toddler
with a thistle up his back end.

- Right, h-how does that even—?
- Shh.

And now, in the short time
we have known each other,

you have rediscovered
yourself, and you've grown.

Today might be the first time I felt
like I was talking to an adult man.

You're better than you
were when I met you.

Do you know why I think that is?

It's because you're doing
what you were born for.

As insane as it sounds,

this entire nightmare scenario
has made you complete.

I think you should
see it through.

With me.

With you?

Yes, you could be
my handsome sidekick.

Or mascot. Imagine that.

If you didn't talk much,

people would think you
were my deformed pet bear

and throw you free food.

Sypha.

Yes, Trevor?

You're asking me to roam the
countryside and get into horrible trouble

because you think
it's good for me.

Listen to what I'm
really saying, Trevor.

I'm saying I want you to be with me and
I want you to have adventures with me.

This is the closest
thing I've had to a life in...

I don't know when.

And you're the closest
I've had to a friend.

So, will you come with me?

I wouldn't know where else to go

or who else to be with.

Good.

Where to, first?

After we find my people, I
think we should see Braila.

But let's stay here
just a little longer.

Is the sun down yet?

Not quite.

Oh, for God's sake.

Where are the townspeople?

They're not coming close to us.

They spent the day
recovering things from the ruins.

They started returning to the
furthest houses a little while ago.

Do they know we're here?

Certainly.

So they're barricading their
homes and sharpening their stakes.

That's fair. Can't
say I blame them.

You won't stake me to
death with that, Hector.

I wasn't intending to try.

I was thinking it might
make a drill to start a fire.

It's gonna be a cold night.

We won't be staying.

Well, the fire was
for me, not you.

I assume you don't
really feel the cold.

Where will you go?

I think I will return to
Styria. What else is there?

The majority of my forces were
here, and now they are gone.

What was that?

The way the castle
moved and then vanished.

I've been thinking about it all
day. I-I still don't understand.

What is there to understand?

A spell captured the castle.

The engines of the castle
attempted to fight the capture,

and so it thrashed around
like a rat in a cage, and lost.

- Do you think Dracula lives?
- No.

We have viewed the
castle with mirrors.

But you can't be sure.

I can.

Dracula is dead, Hector.

- Does that trouble you?
- Of course it does.

Poor Hector.

Stand up for me.

Hector. You look like shit.

I know.

Don't worry.

We'll look after you.

Carmilla, what are you doing?

I must return to Styria.

With my forces, decimated, the
humans of this region weakened,

and a void in the power
structure of the vampire world,

I intend to take
advantage of that.

But I need my strength returned.

I need a horde as Dracula had.

And you are a Forgemaster.

- You will create the horde for me.
- Go to hell.

Get up.

Mm, you are my pet now.

My pet Forgemaster.

Aw.

Huh.

Good pet. Hmm.

Hmm.

To Styria.

Be well, my friend.

You, too.

Don't let that idiot get
you into too much trouble.

Never.

Well, maybe just enough trouble.

Just enough.

Ah.

Fuck you.

Come on, boy.

"Belnades and Belmont."

That sounds quite
good, doesn't it? Mm.

Not bad.

"Belnades and Belmont."

For when I tell the story.

For the legend.

Wait, I don't get first billing?

Of course not.

You're the one
driving the horse.

Is this what I've got to
look forward to in life?

Yes.

Forever.

Is this how the
castle felt to you

before my mother first
arrived at your door?

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