You stay right there, Mrs. Djuvara. I'm going to get something for your cough.
Thank you, Dr. Tepes.
It bubbles when I breathe. Did I say that?
Yes, you did. Don't move. I'll be right back with some medicine.
More leaves, I expect. Mr. Djuvara always gives me leaves.
Leaves and acorns. Probably turning into a squirrel.
I didn't know you were married.
My husband is traveling abroad. He'll be home before winter's done.
I'll be right back.
Yes.
I hate that you're not here, every day.
But I love that you gave me the knowledge to help people.
Is that leaves?
If I have to chew more cud, I'm going to start making milk, Dr. Tepes.
No, no. It's a powder mixed with some strawberry wine.
A powder? You sound like the old wise woman we used to have.
The powder turned out to be her dried foot skin.
My God. I'm amazed any of you are still alive.
No, this powder is a medicine that grows as mold.
You're giving me mold? I think I want the leaves.
Trust me. Take two sips three times a day until the bottle's empty.
That's all?
Come and see me next week. But your chest should be clear by Friday.
I don't know how we coped before you came here, doctor.
Magic powders. My Lord.
It's not magic.
It's nothing but things we used to know, that we forgot or lost over the years.
No foot skin required.
- Mrs. Lisa Tepes? - Yes?
You go on home now.
I am an emissary of the Archbishop of Targoviste.
Do I understand correctly that you serve as a physic to this community?
I'm a doctor, yes.
Can I help you? Is the Archbishop ill?
You know what to look for.
What? What do you need? Tell me, I'll gladly give it to you.
- Silence. - I will not be silent.
Just let me help.
With Satan's tools?
I don't think so.
Excuse me?
Here, Your Eminence.
Satan's tools.
Make fire. Clean it out.
What?
We were told something was wrong here. It seems she was telling the truth.
What are you doing here, that you need to subject the good people of this land
to such fearsome engines?
I don't understand.
Look around you!
Do you pretend that these things are not witchcraft and alchemy?
It moves on its own!
What is this?
It's medicine.
How can engines of the devil be physic, woman?
It's old knowledge, that's all.
Sciences from older times, lost to history.
I have... I mean, I've studied times past,
and learned ways to serve our people more effectively. That's all.
Paganism.
No. It's just science. It has nothing to do with any god or...
Nothing to do with God?
No, that's not what I meant.
Take her to the cathedral at Targoviste. There shall be an Inquisition.
After she's interned,
you may take some alms to she who was the wise woman of this village.
Tell her that her good deed will, well, carry her into heaven.
Destroy everything in this room. Let no trace of her magic remain.
Please. Please, you don't know what you're doing.
I know exactly what I'm doing. I am saving Wallachia from witches.
No, listen, please. You don't know what you'll bring upon yourself if you harm me.
You threaten me?
Listen. Just let me go. I'll leave. You'll never see me again.
I can't promise your safety if you harm me.
You dare menace me with Satan?
Get her out of here before I strike her dead.
Not Satan!
If you anger him, he's worse. Because he's real.
Please! He's come so far. Don't make him do it.
No, don't make him kill you all! Please!
Stand up like a man.
My generals.
We prosecute a good war.
In killing my wife,
humanity has proven to me that they don't deserve Wallachia.
Wallachia will now become our seat.
We will scour them off the land.
We will continue to use the night hordes,
all the creatures of terror that humanity once drove away.
Afterwards, I think I will give Wallachia to them.
Perhaps that will be better.
Hector, Isaac, present me with plans for our next steps today.
The only two humans in your inner court,
and they are the ones who will plan our next attack?
The only two generals in my court who are not driven by thirst.
The only two who are bound by loyalty and intellect.
True, they are not vampires like you and I, Godbrand.
And that is why I trust them.
For we are about the business of wiping humanity from the Earth...
and they still stand with me.
What the hell was that?
He summons us from all over the world, tells us it's war,
we're finally putting the screws to the livestock and taking over,
and now this?
Turning the whole thing over to a couple of humans?
What is this shit?
- Hey! Where are you two going? - We're going to talk to him.
Why would he want to talk to you rather than me?
Perhaps he wants to meet with his own kind.
Godbrand, you've never met anything you didn't kill, fuck,
or make a boat out of.
I don't understand why our lord doesn't tie you up outside with the animals.
Bigot!
I like boats. I'm a fucking Viking.
We're supposed to make boats out of things.
Master?
Hector. Isaac.
You may approach.
We are honored by your faith in us.
But to serve you correctly, we have to ask...
Why us?
Did you hear Godbrand down there?
"Livestock," he said.
So many of my kindred are the same.
They can no longer conceive of humans as thinking beings.
Just livestock.
It's the privilege of our condition, I suppose.
You can't hate livestock. They are simply what they are.
Grazing animals to be slaughtered.
But you two are different.
You are human. You are not looking at the scouring of humanity from the Earth
as an opportunity to get the livestock under control,
and to fill stables and abattoirs and pantries.
You... hate your species.
You hate humans.
You have a focus and clarity that the others lack.
You understand that humans think...
and scheme, and betray.
You understand why they all must die.
Yes. This is the work we were born for.
Thank you.
Yes.
Thank you for clarifying, Master. We will try to direct the war accordingly.
I only hope your generals will listen to us.
They will have no choice. They obey me.
You are my chosen authors of the war, and so, they will obey you.
The matter is closed.
Of course.
I never wanted you, Hector. You sicken me. Do you understand?
The moment you came out of me, I knew you were wrong.
Alchemy is for money and power, boy.
Money and power and buying our safety are all that matters.
Stop whining about cruelty. This is the world.
This is the way things are.
Now, get away from me.
Hector? Hector, unlock this door at once!
Are you burning something out there?
I understand completely.
It's going to be all right. We're going to kill them all for you.
They will suffer.
The suffering doesn't matter to me anymore, Isaac.
Only the death.
Only the death matters now.
Your people are going to be fine.
I know. And I know they have to do it.
Other towns need their aid. And to have their stories saved.
- I'm not worried about them. - You're worried about yourself, Sypha.
You've always been with family. You've never traveled alone.
Never. Isn't it silly? They're heading into who knows what danger,
and I'm standing here sad and angry because they're together, and I'm alone.
This is where you're supposed to tell me that I'm not alone, Belmont.
You are really not very good at this.
I learned to travel alone early in life. Maybe I just got too used to it.
You had a family, though?
Not much of one, and not for long.
Okay, look.
I know a little bit about what you're feeling. I'm sorry.
But we have a thing to do now.
All I can do is try and make sure it doesn't get you killed,
- so you can see your family again. - That's your encouraging talk?
Or you get killed and they get eaten in the forest
so none of you have to be sad. How's that?
I was right about you the first time, you know. You are rude.
I've been called worse.
Oh, I'm just getting started.
Alucard, they called me.
The opposite of you.
Mother never liked that. Did you know that?
She hated the idea that I might define myself by you.
Even in opposition to you.
She loved us both, enough that she wanted us to be our own people,
living our own lives...
making our own choices.
And so, here I am... choosing to honor my mother by killing my father.
No longer Adrian Tepes.
Choosing to be Alucard of Wallachia, the name of my mother's people.
I'm sorry, Mother.
And so, we begin again.
Little Cezar, what are you doing?
It's not really doing much, Hector. It's dead.
You really don't understand the act of forging. He's not dead.
We make life from death here.
And you make soldiers for Dracula,
which is one reason why he invests so much in you, despite your...
humanity.
What do you want, Godbrand?
I actually came to apologize for my outburst in the War Hall.
Excellent apology.
Dracula brought us all here to fight his war, Hector.
All the vampires under his reign.
The war. Not his war.
It's just somewhat galling
to have him look to the two humans in the room first.
I should have held my tongue, so, I apologize.
Accepted.
But the other generals and my subordinates have some questions.
Hector, do you think this war is going well?
- We're hardly losing. - No, of course not.
But it seems chaotic, undirected, as if we were lashing out at humanity
without any real plan beyond wild destruction.
I think wild destruction is what he wants.
There should be order. Right?
Even in the removal of a species from a place,
wars have order, plans, and maps, and lines.
It could be done in less of a...
It could be done more carefully.
There is more bloodshed than I would like.
I don't love the rest of humanity.
I don't wanna share a world with them, but... the suffering...
- The last of the dead from Gresit? - Yes.
The night hordes took as many victims as they could for the forges.
This will do. If there are any left, take them to Isaac.
The Devil Forgemaster at work again, raising the dead.
Pity there's no more mistreated dead pets to add to your collection.
If you'll excuse me, Godbrand, I have work to do.
He's moving the castle again.
Yes.
His wonders to perform.