A blinding flash of light rends the crimson sky above Pentagram City, and its wake, a figure can be found appearing in a world much different than his own. For it was not earth, but a much more modern structural Hell with a municipality standing in its highest ring. This newcomer, found himself standing on top of a building, where he could see that he was not anywhere he recognized. He was a being with pale skin, red eyes, dark brown hair that went past his shoulders, and he was wearing a long red cloak with pauldrons and vambraces in the same coloration, also having dark leather pants and leather boots, as he has a large metal face clasp/belt covering from groin to abs to complete his look.
He was Dracula. The Prince of Darkness.
And he was confused.
"What is this place?" He thought aloud. "If this is some trick from Zobek or the Brotherhood, there will be hell to pay."
While he got a good view of the city from where he stood, he wasn't gonna much of an experience by just staring down at it. He had to movie and see for himself, climbing down the side of the building before walking through a back alley. He spotted the most peculiar creature, demonic in appearance with chalk skin, a crown of horns, claws for hands, bird-like legs and a pointed tail, yet had the attire of a modern day man…one which dabbles in certain handling business.
"Looking to get hooked up?" It said in a nasty, English tone. Dracula said nothing as he continued to pass by, but this demon did not appreciate being ignored. He stepped up to the Dark Lord, but had no idea what he was getting himself into. "Yo, man. I'm talking to you."
"Back away from me, cretin." Dracula spoke his dark, lone and menacing tone. But this only brought confusion to the demon.
"Cretin? What kind of insult is that? And what's with the accent? You Scottish or something?"
(Dracula's VA is Scottish in real life. A little ironic, when you think about it.)
"Anyway. I'm here, offerin' some goods. And you just don't downright ignore me. Look, you can say No, but I wanna hear an apology first."
"I've warned you. Step aside."
"Who the fuck do you think you are, warning me?!" The demon snarled. "Have you got a clue with who you're dealing with-" He was about to give Dracula a slap across the face…when his hand was stabbed through by claws. "GAAAGH!"
He could feel himself falling to his knees as the blood poured out from his hand, almost like a hose, as the King of all Vampires towered over him.
"…Have you?" Was all Dracula said to the now frightened demon, who he then dragged into the alley, which filled with the sounds of slashing, flesh and bone being cut away, and a quick scream of pain and horror cut short. Only one person walked out of that alley, and he left it covered splattered with the remains of a demon drug dealer.
But just as he was about to be on his way, a car came up and stopped right in front of him with ratty looking demons, dressed like stereotypical gangsters, coming out and surrounding Dracula, who held a dark expression on his face, hardly intimidated by these strange creatures.
"The hell do you think you are, fucking up our boy like that?!" A hyena faced sinner screamed in the face of the Dragon, as he looked around and see the other, one with scales skin and dreadlocks was readying to skewer him, pulling out a pair of knives while the others were all readying guns and blunt instruments.
"That's a real nice jacket, crackhead." That sinner snarled as he has knife pointed at the back of Dracula's shoulder. "You dressed up for Halloween or something? Cuz it ain't till a few months from now."
"But then again, you gotta know that down here, everyday is Halloween." A warthog sinner said, stepping up to the Prince of Darkness and shoving his finger at his chest. "But you like you're not from around here, corn-poke. So why don't we give you a-"
He didn't a chance to finish when suddenly, he throat had been slit at an instant. The other thugs watched their friend choke on his blood before collapsing backwards, dead, much to their shock.
"Sonuvabitch…" a spiked haired demon muttered in fear.
Dracula held a glare on his face as his right arm manifested a dark crimson gauntlet. The demons around him began to back away, but the one who yelled at him first tried to attack first with a lead pipe, only for his head to be broken into pieces by a glowing red whip made of blood. The others were now horrified as the dreadlocked one tried to attack from behind, desperately, only for Dracula to form a blood dagger and send it down his mouth, leaving a gaping hole as the dagger went straight through.
Any remaining thugs were ripped apart by the Dragon's Shadow whip, and he took the opportunity to feed off one of them, sinking his fangs into the neck of the last remaining sinner and bleeding him dry before casting his husk aside. Now with that over and done with, Dracula sought to find a way out of this place and continued to walk down the streets of Pentagram City's Underbelly.
But as he was walking, the floor beneath him began to shake. And he turned to see the spot where he originated from…get destroyed by a dark tower rising out of the ground and moving all the way up, looking high enough to reach the Pentagram in the sky.
All of the city's attention turned to that tower, as it became the highest landmark in town. Not only that, but it was at one of the corners of the Pentagram, which was starting to turn pitch black from a loss of power with a destruction of some of the buildings where the tower now took the space.
Demons and sinners alike were running in a panic, putting some distance between them and the tower as much as possible. But Dracula was not afraid, for he knew the tower was merely a part of his Castle, his very home, possessed by a demonic entity, bound to him eternally. Even in death or within a different realm, it can never leave him, nor can he leave it.
The fact that it was now taking up residence here, in this version of Hell, was concerning even for him. It was something he would have to look into later on as he walked further away from that tower.
Meanwhile, Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell, had saw what happened and now on the phone with a few of his minions, wanting to get some information on that new tower that makes his own castle look like a summer house.
Lucifer:"I know it just came out of the ground! It sure as shit is not from another ring, since I'm pretty sure none of the others having something like that! Figure out where that thing came from as soon as possible!"
Slamming the phone down, he looked out the window to where he could see the tremendous tower in the distance, seeing that demonic, bat like creatures were even starting to appear flying around its top. The architecture of the building was familiar to him, and a chill ran down his spine at the sight of it. Wherever it came from, whoever he belonged to, he had to determine whether it be a threat to his rule, and more so than that…
The Prince of Darkness himself was now farther away from the abominable tower that was part of his home, walking along another residential area of the city. Whoever noticed him and gave him odd looks, he ignored bluntly and continued on his way down the road. He saw no reason to stick to the shadows, since he saw no threat from any of this dimension's residence. In fact, he considered himself to be the most dangerous being around at the moment, for his aura was keeping the people away as some of them were tripping over their feet to get away from him.
Such things, he was used to since even his own minions bowed in fear of him. The Hell he knew was too afraid to crawl its way up to the Earth because of his Princess. Zobek hid from him, the Order were desperate to kill him, and ever other warrior who dared to call themselves a Champion of Light were wasted and their remains rotted within his castle.
But to him, it meant nothing. In this or in any other Hell, he owned everything and everyone. And he was the only one who lived forever. Nothing mattered to him.
"LET GO OF ME!"
"GO! GET HER! FUCK HER UP!"
…But every once in a while, something gets his attention. Such as what was happening in an alleyway at the moment. A young woman, blonde hair, white skin, rosy cheeks, wearing a red suit that was stained by black muck after being thrown to the ground as she was surrounded by a trio of sinners towering over her. He almost didn't know what caused him to walk over there; perhaps a familiar feeling of…who he was before.
A hellhound demon grabbed the girl by her dirtied jacket and lifted her up furiously. "What the hell do you know about this, Princess?! That thing fucking popped out of the ground and you just happened to be nearby!"
"Agh! I don't know a thing! I was just there! It's a coincidence!" The girl struggled to get out of his grip, but soon found herself thrown to the ground again.
"Coincidence, my ass! You think this a joke?! This some stupid stunt for your fucking dumbass hotel!"
The Girl looked at them, dumbfounded. Could her people really be that naive? "That…Why would I…?…Are you that dense?!"
"Forget it, Princess! You're fucking mincemeat!" The hound raised his claws, ready to tear the girl apart….until a blue glowing blade came right through his chest, stopping him and scaring his friends and the girl. They all watched his body freeze and shatter when the blade was pulled away and they looked to see Dracula standing there, the Void Sword in hand.
"Enough." He spoke in a deep voice, gripping his weapon as the other two demons looked at each other, raising their own weapons before charging at the Vampire. A cockatrice like one was the first to fall with the Dragon shoving his hand in his chest and squeezing the demon's heart until it popped. The other, a goblin like one, pulled out a hand gun and several rounds…only to receive no reaction before Dracula turned his attention toward him and the goblin tried to run, only for the Prince to summon his Chao Claws and shoot a chaos bomb and watched as the sinner exploded.
With that over and done with, Dracula took one last look at the girl before going on his way. Whatever interest she was did not concern him, and he did not want her to be a burden. But that girl was more of a concern than he realized, for she was the Princess of Hell, and since he saved her life, he's not got her attention.
Picking herself up, snapping her fingers to clean herself, Charlie Morningstar ran after the Dragon. What follows this would be a chain of events that would shake the foundation of the Kingdoms of the Afterlife. And the Catalyst would be the Prince himself...