*BOOM!*
The recording device in Vladimir's hand shattered into a million pieces.
Dracula, barely suppressing his rage, stalked towards the pigsty, ready to silence his offspring permanently.
"You're dead meat!" Vladimir exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with malicious glee as he surveyed the wreckage of his recording device. "You broke the radio!"
"Hmph, like a mere radio is beyond my means," Dracula scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "I am a Vampire Prince! Do you really think I cannot afford to replace such a trivial trinket?"
Vladimir nodded slowly, a sly smile spreading across his face. "True, but this particular radio belonged to Thor. I borrowed it from Master."
Dracula froze mid-step, his murderous intent evaporating like mist under a scorching sun.
The prospect of slaying his son could wait.
This... this was a matter of grave importance.
