Within the whip of smoke, Dracula Beelzebub materialised in front of his previous grave hard.
A deep sigh escaped Dracula's lips as he surveyed his surroundings. In the murky depths of the forest, his otherworldly vision pierced the inky blackness as he was able to see.
Being a creature of night comes with a whole of benefits.
By scanning his surroundings, Dracula was unable to see any trace of footsteps on the ground.
Gathering his resolve, Dracula tilted his head back and inhaled deeply, his senses sharpening as he picked up Lilith's unique scent in the air.
With the lightning-fast reflexes of a predator, he hopped over to a tall tree that seemed to reach heaven.
From above the tree, Dracula scanned the things that lay on the ground. He was like a god who was looking down at his creations.
