Count Dracula was not a religious man. The sun in his world was short lived and only showed its face for three to six hours a day, all the other time was covered by the presence of the moon.
Mummies in bandages, zombies half dead, headless Dullahans and Vampires like himself were the most common of the people in his world that was ripe with large wooden mansion and spider webs.
In such a world where people embraced the night, faith had little room.
A zombie was good for little other than having its blood sucked, or becoming a rich business man. People who died just died, death wasn't that big a deal in a world of the undead.
Things that could kill them were few and far in between, and even what could kill them usually couldn't manage to.
But even then, the Count Dracula and the people of his world were highly civilized. When intelligence fornicated with time, civility was its natural progeny.
