From every cell in the complex, a small screen dropped down to the ceiling. The screen was black for quite some time, before finally turning on. Any who were watching were met with a grinning face that belonged to Vlad.
“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen! I am your host for today’s entertainment, Vlad! I have something very, very special to show you all.” The creature stepped aside to show a struggling bloodwolf, limbs (including his wings) spread apart, strapped on a table that was facing upright and toward the camera. “Now,” Vlad continued, “I would like you all to meet a good friend of mine. His name is Mike, but I guess many of you already knew that. Anyway, this fellow tried escaping, and that is a big no no. So now, we have to make an example of him.” He turned to Mike and smiled. “Isn’t that right? Now, let’s get started, shall we?”
Vlad motioned his head, and a few guards pulled up a small cart with an abundance of small knives, and other devices. The shape shifting vampire looked at the devices and smiled. He was then brought a pair of gloves that he immediately put on, before turning back to the camera. Picking up a device attached to a leather strap, he spoke into the camera, “Now, this little device is what people called the ‘Heretic’s Fork.’ I personally like it. You see here that the fork has two prongs on each side. It is made of silver, which is why I am wearing these gloves. I won’t go into details on how it works, because you most likely will see how it works, soon.” He then handed the fork to one of his guards, who put it on Mike’s chest, and under his chin, forcing the bloodwolf’s head upwards. Once his head was in position, the strap was tightened. Then Vlad picked up a knife and held it up to the camera.
“Now, this is simple. It’s a silver knife. When Mike tried to escape, he killed and consumed a lot of blood. Now, it’s time to get that blood out.” Vlad then turned and walked up to the bloodwolf, and plunged the knife three times into the creature’s stomach, all the while smiling. He then moved up and cut small slits on the creature’s arms, legs, and torso, right under the fork. Vlad then went to work on the bloodwolf’s wings; cutting three large slits in each of them. Once he was finished with the procedure, which took all of about ten minutes, he walked back to the cart of instruments, and picked up a small, silver looking device that resembled that of a Holy Water sprinkler.
“This, my dear guests, has to be one of my favorites. This is called the ‘Lead Sprinkler.’ It’s made out of lead, and what happens is, you pour molten liquids like, well, I don’t know, maybe silver, into this small chamber,” He quickly unscrewed the perforated end of the sprinkler, and a guard quickly filled the small chamber with the silver. Vlad then screwed the top half back on. “and then, you just, well, sprinkle them with said molten liquid.” Vlad smiled once more before returning to the bloodwolf, who had now been turned horizontally, and then tipped the sprinkler over. The molten liquid slowly dripped from the holes, falling over the open wounds made by the silver knife. The bloodwolf howled and struggled, which got a laugh from Vlad. Finally, after a few more minutes of howling and torture, the room fell silent as Mike fell unconscious. Vlad then turned to the camera, handed the sprinkler to a guard, then took off his gloves.
“Hopefully we have all learned a valuable lesson today. Maybe next time, you will think before you try to escape.” Vlad started to move out of angle, but then returned, his eyes dancing with excitement. “One more thing! Before I knock you all out, as a result from his stupid act, you all must be punished, as well! So, you get to torture each other! Doesn’t that sound fun? I think so. Alright, bye!”
As soon as Vlad was off screen, the screens were raised back up out of the cells, and gas was sprayed into each of their cells to knock them out.
Ivan walked out with the rest of the group and spotted a little girl sitting by the entrance in her small, white dress. Knowing very well that the little girl was Lillith, the vampire rolled his eyes and teleported himself next to the small girl, hopefully scaring her in the process. “Hey, you! Vlad’s niece or whatever. I heard you are coming with us, right? If so, don’t just sit there like some idiot, and come on.” He turned and teleported a few feet away, mumbling to himself, something about how taking in this one was some kind of mistake, and how he didn’t like, nor trust the succubus race.
Pitiful creatures, they were. Thinking they owned everyone, just because they were pretty. To him, this one was no different to him. She came across as sort of a brat, especially when Vlad gave her an order and she just pouted the whole time. The ingrate shouldn’t pout, he often thought to himself, the boss had the decency to take her in, the least she could do is do it with a goddamn smile.
Ivan turned around, glaring at the small girl. “Well? Are you coming, or not?”
