Count Dracula: The Bloodthirsty Impaler

Fearless warrior of the West, Vlad the Impaler robed with chains and coated in embrued red. Blood-loving torturer, inflicting pain as brutal as one-thousand slashes and impaling those who fell prey to his thirsty tactics. A Christian who was later sent to the enemies’ lair to dwell upon ferocious savages in blood-chilling chambers, each waiting to take brother Radu and his head for ramifications against the dragon’s lair. Harboured in by his father, unsurprisingly, as only such a hell-bound beast such as thee would sacrifice their children to their worst sworn enemy.

Until the age of nineteen, revenge was all Dracula dreamed as he was held hostage in the Ottoman Empire, treated as collateral for the word his father spoke to them. During these years the sultan taught him various execution and torture tactics, and is to partially blame for the prince using impalement on his enemies most commonly; teaching him these ways in the year of Our Lord 1444 to punish those who betrayed the leader and his relatives in any way. After losing family to the sword of common rivals and Turkish bandits, Vlad was determined to make every Wallachian that followed his ways into a new family; that is, until his first wife came to be in the Carpathian regions.

The impaling prince and his drop-dead superba princess each bestowed themselves away under the threads of the Poenari Fortress bed, continuing to lay with each other until their honeymoon phase was stolen away - their love refused to be hearkened to by the gods above in charge of dictating our simple world each day. Devastatingly, the mysterious destined-to-be Polish princess was laid to bed eternally by the blood-hungry creatures swimming in waters next to their bed. Eager rulers of the sea found the niece of a queen swept away by currents too severe for her prayers to be answered, begging to remain and experience one more blissful day with Tepes in their castle. Into the channel of despair she threw herself due to a burning desire to remain loyal to the one she most certainly could not bear loving at a distance, even amidst the rage inside the Vlad's manipulated, traumatized brain.

The rest of his time was thus spent pondering over her in their bed, his Lady River haunting him in the streets as each passerby glorifies her nobility to his distraught temperment. Was it to escape the enemy and its outstretched hand manipulating her with lies during war time, or avoid the heartbreak of her husband indulging with a mistress in their own marital bed? Lady lost at sea, how he longs to be with thee, clearly demonstrated through acts of cruel, unspeakable rage-fueled vengeance while shedding tears of bloody anguish throughout Romania's streets.

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