Chapter 10
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Countess Bathory raised her knife, poised to plunge into Anna's heaving chest.
Suddenly, a voice like a broken gong boomed from the second-floor railing.
"Mother! Don't eat that meat! It's tainted!"
The bat-like monster—the Count's son—perched on the railing, face contorted with disgust. "This woman crawled into my coffin! She reeks of desperation!"
The room fell silent.
Every vampire froze, regarding Anna with contempt reserved for garbage.
Anna lay on the table, overwhelmed with shame and rage. "I love him... I did it for love..."
"Love my ass!" The Count's son spat. "Cheap trash!"
The Countess's face darkened. "Since she's soiled, butcher her for the hounds."
Several hellhounds approached, jaws dripping saliva.
Just as their fangs were about to tear into Anna's throat—
*BOOM!*
The castle gate exploded into splinters.
Through dust and smoke, I strode in, Gatling gun slung over my shoulder.
"Sorry to interrupt your dinner, everyone."
I pulled the bolt. The barrels began to heat and rotate with death's mechanical hum.
"I'd appreciate your cooperation in dying now."
*RATATATATATA!*
Blue flames erupted throughout the hall.
Silver-plated Dum-Dum bullets, each core sealed with concentrated holy water.
On impact, they didn't penetrate—they exploded into bursts of white holy fire.
"AAAHHH!"
The elegant nobles transformed into living torches, their screams rising in hellish chorus.
Lady Bathory shrieked, attempting to transform into a bat, but Carmilla already stood behind her.
"Die, you ancient hag."
The sword in Carmilla's hand—the Sacred Demon-Slaying Blade passed down for a century—pierced the Countess's heart effortlessly, pinning her to her chair.
"You... you are..." the Countess's eyes widened as cracks spread across her body.
I strolled through the chaos toward the dining table.
The hellhounds lay in pieces. Anna cowered under the table, so terrified she'd soiled herself, the stench mixing with her perfume in a nauseating combination.
I lifted her chin with my scorching gun barrel.
"Still enjoying your blessing, sister?"
Anna stared at the ashes and dismembered limbs littering the floor—her dream of high society reduced to smoldering garbage.
