The New Guest: Charlie Magne X Dracula Reader (Rewriting In Progress)

One Hell of a Broadcast

(YN)'s P.O.V

I woke up to the comfort of absolute darkness. Dice seemed to be awaiting my arrival for a long time if he went through the trouble of including a suite just for me with all the usual accommodations including a very exquisite coffin with a button on the inside for automatic opening and a full stock of blood. The first thing I did was get a good bath in then send my clothes to the laundry. I was still able to keep up my traditional look thanks to the seemingly magic wardrobe which produced endless copies of my different looks from different time periods and scenarios.

After settling on one of my more modern suits and my signature red and black tall collared cape, I went down to the ground floor to immerse myself in the casino atmosphere. After playing some games and winning some cash, I sat at the VIP lounge along with King Dice and a moth demon wearing gold heart glasses and a red fur coat with an also fur collar that was bigger than his head. " Good morning, Count. " King Dice said. He turned to the moth demon. " Valentino, meet Count Dracula. " We shook hands then he looked to Dice with a surprised expression on his face.

" Damn Dice darling, didn't know vampires were real! " He said. I shrugged as we both sat back in our chairs. " There was never that many of us at a time. " I said. " It's disappointing to say but my kind are not as smart and sophisticated as fiction and legends portray. No vampire has ever lived longer than me, that being 589 years. " Valentino motioned one of the servers to bring him another beer. " Well baby while that sounds like a great story to hear. " He paused to grab the beer bottle that the server handed to him. " I have to get back to running the best porn studio in all the Nine Circles. Maybe you'll stop by for a session? "

Oh lord the guy's a former pimp. I waved my hand in a no gesture. " Apologies but I've devoured enough women to never feel that mood again. " I said, making a half-true excuse. In reality, I lost my taste in that too. Another symptom of centuries-long boredom. Valentino bid farewell to me and Dice and left with his bottle. " Why don't have some wine? " Dice asked while ushering the server to get me a glass. " Mr. Dice, you know as a vampire I can't taste anything other than blood. " I said, my eyebrow raised in confusion. " Trust me Count it's for an experiment. " He said.

The server brought me a glass and poured it for me. " You enjoy experiments dont you? " He was clearly referencing my work over the centuries on and making and grooming a vampiric master race. " Why not? " I replied. Screw it. I picked up the glass and sipped it. Holy shit, I actually taste it! But, I don't feel satisfied. " How is this possible? " I asked him. " It seems my hypothesis is correct. " He started. " I wanted to see if the afterlife affected a vampire's taste. Do you feel satisfied? " I shook my head. " No. " I replied. " I thought not. " Dice replied. " What do you think of Hell so far? " He asked me. " This place is way less boring than I thought it was. " I was thinking it was gonna be an endless inferno of torture and suffering. "

Dice looked at his watch. " Well I hope you like fame, Count. " He said. " You're gonna get quite the reputation after this. " The TV in the lounge then switched to 666 News with their two head anchors who introduced themselves as Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench. They had just finished covering the latest turf war between a snake demon named Sir Pentious and a female cyclops demon named Cherri Bomb.

" Last night's extermination ended with the definitely fucked up bodies of five angels found at the front of the Die House casino! " Katie said. " Now let's get to the video, courtesy of King Dice. " Tom added. They then played the security camera footage of my fight with the exterminator angels. The casino went silent as everyone turned their heads to the nearest screen and began watching the video There was a multitude of reactions to my actions among the crowds. Some were surprised and horrified at how brutal I dealt with them while others toasted to me giving, "God's little bitches a taste of their own medicine." Dice watched on with a smug grin, interested in how things would continue.