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Alucard watched as the young assassin launched at him. He easily dodged his attacks. The boy was readable in every sense of the word, but dodging his attacks just wasn't fun. Alucard started to take some of the hits, making small sounds every time he got hit to let the assassin think he was damaging him. Realistically, it was nothing. It felt like a kitten pawing at his shoulders, but that's what made Alucard so evil. He was able to give you so much hope, and then take it away in an instant.
The fun was over. Alucard was ready to end this. He watched the assassin lunge at him again. He raised his sword and parried the attack. He lunged into to attack his opponent, but felt his mighty sword hit steel. He watched as the other's weapon flew out of his hands and off the ledge. An evil smirk stretched across Alucard's face. The red haired boy still was prepared to attack. He never gave up. Alucard respected that, but it was an inevitable defeat for him. He slowly walked towards the other male, taking every punch and kick he had to throw, laughing as it had no effect on him. "Fighting to the bitter end, admirable." Alucard said, in an approving voice. He dodged the next punch and responded by head butting the male, dropping him to the floor.
"Looks like it's the end of the road for you, assassin. I bet you thought you were going to win. After all, the hero always triumphs, right?" Alucard raised his giant sword in the air as he pinned the boy down by planting his foot on the boy's stomach. "Wrong." Alucard brought his sword down swiftly. It made a loud crunching noise as it dug into the stone beside the boy's head. He looked down at the boy. "Oh, you thought I was going to kill you? You'd be foolish to think I would give you the sweet release of death." Alucard laughed as he grabbed the boy by his shirt collar and lifted him up in the air. He pulled his fist back and punched him hard in the face, knocking him out.
He flung the body over his shoulder as he made his way back to the central part of his castle. He descended into the basement of his castle. The odour of rotting flesh and lost souls sauntered through the air as the went deeper and deeper into the basement. Reaching the dungeon, there were rows and rows of cells. Alucard made his way through the narrow hallway, hearing these pitiful captives curse him for locking them up. Alucard paid them no attention.
At the end of the hallway there was a doorway that was locked close. Alucard opened it and stepped inside, locking it behind him. This place smelled of something different. It still smelled like flesh, but of flesh rubbing against each other. The smell of semen was thick in the air. Alucard licked his lips as he dropped his sword at the door. He walked over to the wall and pulled on the chains, placing shackles on the boy's wrists and ankles, attaching him to the wall. He grabbed a chair and stared at him, awaiting for him to wake up.
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