"Dying?" Dante said with disdain. It was so absurd that he simply... couldn't believe it.
The king of all vampires, the immortal creature that controls souls and everything through blood... Dying? Tell me another one!
"It's the truth."
When Vlad spoke those words, Dante's expression changed completely... "What do you mean?" he asked.
The expression of disdain turned entirely into one of strangeness; for some reason... he was worried... After all... Dante knew what was coming, and without the Vampire King... it would be a problem.
"The poison damaged my soul a long time ago, incurably," Vlad said with a foolish smile.
"They still don't know, although they can already see that I'm not in my best shape. I've been using my power to shape the wound and keep it hidden."
Dante looked firmly into the eyes of the Vampire King; he knew what this was about...
"Just one head almost killed you," Dante remarked.
