Transylvania: January 1400
"No! No! Don't! Let me go! Let go!" a man was screaming.
The angry people wouldn't listen to a word of what he was saying. Four people with broad shoulders were holding the arms and legs of the poor man that was struggling to be set free by their grip. The man had chocolate hair and icy-blue eyes… Those eyes though were now full with despair and fear! The once proud and arrogant man was now struggling to get away from them…to live!
"No! Take my head off! Cut my head off but not that!"
The mob was not listening to him. The man was struggling to get free but on the other hand what could he do? He was alone and he was facing hundreds of people that were all looking at him with deadly hatred and disgust.
"This is the only death you deserve, monster! For what you did, you'll pay!"
"It wasn't me! No! Don't!"
The man's once royal-like clothes were now torn and dirty. How could this happen! How!
"I didn't kill her! I swear! It was not me!"
He was a lord, in a castle. He had lived a life that would fit to a king. He was fair to people even if he was a bit arrogant and over self-confident. He later on had obtained a wonderful and beautiful wife… Lady Sylvia and he had something more to be proud about… But then one day everything changed. The only thing he could remember was…his wife in a pool of her own blood…dead… Then the mob was already out of his castle doors, breaking the doors and rushing in like a pack of famished wolves! When all of them rushed upon him, grabbing him, all his pride flew to thin air and the only thing he wanted was to live… His punishment would be the most slow and awful death… They wanted to burry him alive…
"No!" he was screaming in their hands, "No! Pull my head out! Slash my chest and pull my heart out! But not this! No! Let me go! Let go!"
"Shut up you monster! For what you did this is the death you deserve!"
He was struggling in their hands but in vein! They were dragging him…straight to a black, open coffin! The sight of it made his eyes grow big with pure terror! It was like a big mouth that was ready to swallow him! The eyes of the people around him were shining with hatred…pure hatred like the eyes of the jackals in the middle of the night! He was alone…they were many…he was struggling…but in vein!
"No! No! Let me go! Anything but that! Anything but that!"
They mercilessly threw him in the coffin and then they shut it close!
"No! No! Please!" he heard himself pleading for the very first time in his life!
His fists were hitting the coffin! He wanted to get out! The death would be slow…slow and tormenting! And the only thing he could hear was their laughter! Their sadistic laughter! And also…he could hear the soil that was covering the coffin… He was now desperate…the air was running out! His life was running out!
"No! Please! No! Noooooooo!"
No one heard his pleading…no one heard his screams…and then…the last scream came out of his mouth…full of rage and disappointment…hate…desperation…
"AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHHHH!"
And then…nothing…he fell silent…forever…
It is a story based on the movie Van Helshing, something from the classical Dracula, something from Hidalgo basing on characters and also The last Samurai ech...
In general I took many inspirations for this but the main one was Van Helsing!
Yes Seto Kaiba is the Dracula here! This is a small introduction of how Seto Kaiba found death... I was thinking of many titles for this but I ended up with the classical "Dracula".
Picture belongs to Kassandra-21 (permission taken)