"Skeeeerrreee Skeeeerrreee!" The sound of the eagle's cry could be heard beneath the heavy rain. The eagle's cry sounded like a plea for aid.
Within the following minute, an awful thunderclap rang out above the dark sky, when a man appeared before Lilith, materializing from thin air with a supernatural swiftness
He was summoned by the thunder's rage.
Dressed in black, his presence carried man a cold and mysterious aura.
Standing tall and imposing, the man's eyes raked over Lilith's form, his gaze taking in her delicate frame with a look of disapproval.
His lips twisted into a frown, his expression hardening.
His eyes grew darker than the cloud. It was ink black, and thick veins that appeared to be blood filled his eyelid and down to his cheek.
Dracula appeared to be the devil himself, with an aura as icy as thick winter snow.
Standing beneath the rain, Dracula also appeared to be an inhabitant of winter itself.
