Carnage, what an inconsequential thing. Many try to escape it, but no matter how hard they try to, it always ends up devouring their soul and giving birth to the madness of mortality. Of course, Costin was well aware of that, with his newfound powers, he would lay waste to this wretched farce and turn it into a carnival of DEATH.
"Restriction 666 released...", he whispered in delight as an overflowing aura of pure pitch black darker than black unwhite obscure tainted dark aura oozed from his BLOOD! Thousands of red tendrils of darkness grew eyes that bled in unison, dark energy bursting like a fountain of death!
A mad laugh, surely no one could stop this demented being, he would devour all in his path from flesh to marrow, leaving not even a hair.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA, KNEEEL BEFORE YOUR DARK MASTER, SUFFER MY ETERNAL WRATH AS YOU ARE DEVOUERED BY PURE DAR-", but sadly, the poor vampire never had the chance to finish his sentence. Kicked by the great and very drunk Lorenzo Remei himself, and falling from a window and crashing in the sea, instantly dying and bursting into confetti.
"Ayyyyy, lads just can't keep their loins contained hey no mateys?", the pirate sighed in disappointment. That lad was just obnoxious, so he decided to give him a little help.
"Blast me, wussat a dragon?", the pirate pointed to whatever the big lizard thing was. "I... think I had enoughs.", he muttered as he looked at his drink.