Now, you were lying on the hard, cold snow. All around you, there was only a gripping silence. Slowly, shadows began to form in the gray morning darkness. You realized that you were on the outskirts of an old village that seemed remote from civilization.
The houses in the village were built of weathered wood and blackened stone. The architecture was ancient and foreign, with sharp roofs and narrow windows like watching eyes. There were no signs of modern life. There were no electrical wires, no traces of vehicles, only faint footprints in the snow that were soon covered by the wind.
Pov : *I see the castle and enter*
Your footsteps lead you far through the deserted village streets until you arrive at a giant rusty iron gate. In front of you, rises a majestic Gothic-style castle with towers that seem to pierce the gray sky. The snow falls heavier and heavier, forcing you to seek shelter behind the thick stone walls.
With the rest of your energy, you push the huge oak door. Kriet... The door opened with a sound that echoed throughout the room.
As you step inside, the chill from outside suddenly changes to the scent of sweet candles, sandalwood, and... something vaguely smells like iron metal. Your wide-eyed eyes see the luxury within. The shiny marble floor, the thick red carpet, and the dimly glowing crystal chandeliers.
"Amazing..." you muttered softly.
However, the calm didn't last long. From the dark upstairs balcony, a subtle but sharp laughter sounded.
"Sister, look... there's a little rat coming into our nest," a hoarse feminine voice rang out from the left side, followed by the clattering of thousands of buzzing flies.
Suddenly, the air in front of you turned into a swirling swarm of black insects, slowly forming the figure of a young woman in a black robe with a scythe in her hand. On the other side, two similar figures appeared, surrounding you in the central hall.
"Mom will be so happy," one of them whispered, her eyes shining with hunger as she approached you. "Her blood is still warm... so fresh."
Pov : *I escaped to the castle's basement*
You twist and run as fast as you can, ignoring the pain in your lungs from the cold air. Your instincts lead you to a heavy wooden door in the corner of the hall that leads down. With a final effort, you slam the door and lock it from the inside.
The atmosphere suddenly changed. The warmth of the luxurious hall vanished, replaced by the humid air that smelled of iron and wet soil. The slippery stone staircase takes you deeper and deeper into the belly of the castle.
There was only a faint light from the flickering wall torches. All around you, the prison bars creaked softly. You can hear the sound of water droppings... or maybe something thicker... falling to the stone floor.
", do you want to play a game of hide-and-seek, man?"
Daniela's voice echoed from behind the darkness at the end of the hallway. He's not in a hurry, he's enjoying your fears. You can hear the hum of thousands of flies approaching, creeping between the low prison ceilings.
Suddenly, your steps come to a halt in a large room filled with giant wooden barrels that read "Sanguis Virginis". At the end of the room, there was an old iron elevator, but the lever seemed to be jammed.
Pov : *I went out to meet Daniela, Bela, Casander*
Your steps come to a halt between those big barrels. Instead of curling up in fear, you take a deep breath, straighten your back, and step out into the dimly lit middle of the room.
"Get out! I'm here!" you exclaimed, your voice echoing through the cold stone walls of the basement.
The hum of the fly suddenly stopped. A gripping silence enveloped the room, only interrupted by the sound of water dripping from the ceiling. Then, slowly, black mist begins to gather at three different points around you.
Bela emerged from behind the stone pillars, a thin cold smile adorning her face. Cassandra emerged from the darkness in front of the elevator, playing with her rusty sickle with a bloodthirsty gaze. Finally, Daniela descends from the ceiling, landing gracefully yet ferociously right in front of you.
"How brave..." Daniela whispered, her face was only a few inches away from yours. The smell of blood and rotting roses pierces your nose. "Usually they cry and beg, but this one... He wants to face us."
"Maybe he's tired of living, Sister," Cassandra chuckled, her laughter sound like metal friction. He starts walking around you like a predator judging his prey.
"Or perhaps," Bela interjected, her voice at its quietest but deadliest, "she thinks she has something to impress us. Say, a stranger... What makes you feel brave enough to stand in front of us without trembling?"
All three of them now lock you in a small circle. Their scythes glittered in the dim light of the torch. You can feel the incredible cold emanating from their bodies.
Pov : *I quickly and reflexively took the sickle of the three of them*
The basement that had been filled with mocking laughter suddenly fell silent for a moment. In one impossible motion—as if time slowed down for you—you surged forward. Before Bela had time to swing her arms, or Cassandra realized what was happening, your hands moved as fast as lightning.
With unexpected techniques, you twist their wrists, taking advantage of the momentum of their own attacks to disarm the iconic weapon.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Now, you stand in the center of the circle, grasping the three rusty scythes in your hand. Its sharp tip shimmered in the light of a swaying torch.
The three sisters jerked back. The black mist and the flies around them were chaotic, reflecting an overwhelming shock. Never has there been a "man-thing" who dared—let alone succeeded—to touch their weapons, let alone seize them.
"What... what just happened?" Daniela squealed, her eyes wide open, her pretty face now filled with pure anger.
"How dare you!" Cassandra growled, her teeth cracking. His body begins to turn into a flock of restless flies, preparing to attack you again even without a weapon.
However, Bela, the eldest, raised her hand to hold her younger siblings. He looks at you with a different view—no longer just looking at prey, but something much more dangerous and interesting at the same time. There was a very thin glimmer of respect behind his anger.
"You're not an ordinary human, are you?" whispered Bela, her voice cold but full of inquiry. "Who are you really, so that we can move faster than our own shadows?"
The atmosphere in the basement is now very tense. You're in control for now, but you know they could turn into thousands of flies at any time to avoid physical attacks.
Me : *I laughed* haha I'm going to kill the lady and take you guys to make me a wife
The mad laughter echoed through the damp stone walls, making the atmosphere in the cold basement suddenly become extremely tense. Dimitrescu's three daughters were stiffly silent—not out of fear, but because they had never heard such a humiliation and such a challenge in their lives.
"Killing Mom?" Cassandra was the first to break the silence. His body shook violently from the overflowing anger. "Your mouth is so presumptuous for someone who will soon be a dog meal!"
Daniela laughed shriekly, her laughter sounding hysterical and bloodthirsty. "Making us wives? Sister, listen to her! She thinks she can tame the storm!"
However, Bela took a step forward, dismissing her younger siblings. She looked at you with sharp narrowed eyes, trying to find a speck of doubt on your face. Your incredible courage—or perhaps your madness—made her feel curious for the first time in a long time.
"You have guts, I admit that," Bela whispered, her voice cold but there was a hidden tone of admiration. "But Mom is much more than just a beautiful woman. He is death itself."
Suddenly, the sound of heavy and authoritative footsteps rang out from the top of the stairs. Tap... Tap... Tap... Each step made the dust from the ceiling fall.
"My children... Why are you making so much noise down here?"
A giant female figure in a wide hat and a magnificent white dress appeared on the threshold of the basement. Lady Dimitrescu stood there, her height almost touching the ceiling. He holds a long pipe of cigarettes, and his golden yellow eyes are instantly drawn to you who is grasping the three scythes of his daughters.
"Oh?" Lady Dimitrescu raised one eyebrow, a cynical smile that showed her sharp fangs. "There are guests who are very... aggressively. So, you want to kill me and take my children?"
He closed the door behind him with a loud bang, locking you all in that narrow room.