The castles twisted spires pierced the skies like jagged teeth, casting long shadows along the mountain's haunted trees. The air was heavy with the stench of blood and decay, and the silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional distant scream.
Gargoyles perched atop the battlements, their stone eyes glowing with an otherwordly energy. Ravens flitted about, their black silhouettes stark against the fading light. The wind whispered secrets in the darkness and the trees creaked and groaned like living things.
Within the castle's dark halls, a figure emerged from the shadows. He was a man with piercing crimson eyes and razor sharp fangs, his long dark hair billowing behind him like a dark cloud. His red and black coat which was similar to a trench coat seemed to absorb the faint torchlight making him almost invisible in the shadows.
By his side was an elf maiden, her bright golden eyes shining like miniature suns. She wore a crisp, navy-blue buisness suit. Her short blonde hair was neatly styled, and a pair of glasses perched on the end of her nose. A slim, black briefcase hung from her shoulders, and a small, silver name tag which read "tanya assistant of count dracula" .
As they walked the vampire's eyes seemed to gleam with an inner fire, and his fangs appeared to be sharpening in anticipation. Tanya, on the other hand, seemed calm and collected, her eyes fixed intently on some point ahead.
"Count dracula i would advise that you should calm down and wait for the lord to arrive" said tanya, her voice laced with a hint of concern.
Tanya's words however had no effect on the count, "Tanya please i didn't ask for your petty advise, so shut up" he snapped, his patience wearing thin. "I can't wait for the lord to arrive when I might miss something crucial. What if belita makes a mistake and destroys the entire operation?" He paused his crimson eyes narrowing "you know she's clumsy."