"Stay where you are," Abraham commanded sharply.
Dracula stiffened, ruby eyes glowing brightly and cutting through the darkness within the empty cell as they locked onto the hunter. Abraham stood his ground, aiming down his crossbow at the demon. He breathed to keep his heart steady, watching every movement his target made. Dracula's lips pulled back as fangs clenched. The creature's lanky body, seemingly made of stone, refused to move against Abraham's command.
Abraham wanted to test the seal, the magic he had shackled and laboriously built around the vampire.
"On your knees," he ordered, tightening his finger on the trigger when the creature began to move. Dracula was a tricky beast. There was nothing barring it from pretending to obey and then attacking him when his guard was down. Nothing, of course, except the vast expanse of the creature's pride.
Dracula grunted, his motions jerky and heaving. The creature was fighting. It was writhing violently against the ethereal leash. Visibly, however, the vampire fell to its knees, grunting and growling.
Waiting several seconds, watching Dracula, Abraham took a step forward. The vampire's head snapped up, staring hard at him. It shook, facial muscles twitching and fangs grinding together.
Dracula's deep voice hissed, "I will remove your lungs and paint the-"
"Silence," Abraham cut the beast off.
The vampire froze with quivering lungs as the words died within its throat. Abraham's gaze sharpened and watched the unwilling creature stare back at him with eyes filled with hate.
"Sheathe your fangs," he ordered, continuing to test the vampire and its new chains.
A choked sound rose from the demon. Abraham watched as the vampire's clawed hands clenched into fists. Its head dipped as the demon's fangs drew into its gums, appearing to shrink until the fangs reached a length that could pass for 'normal', though they were still sharp.
The vampire could do nothing, though it very much wanted to. Abraham could see the creature's frustration, painted over its face as though it were a canvass. Dracula could not hide its emotions, not now. Nothing prevented the vampire from lunging at him, from attacking and putting an end to the threat and farce. Abraham knew his labors had paid off. This demon would never willingly kneel or obey the tedious commands of a human.
The task was done.
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