~Transylvania, in a time rift~
*Dracula is pacing back and forth across his throne room after another humiliating defeat at the hands of one of the Belmonts.*
Dracula: Damnit, I'm getting sick of these Belmonts and their constant attacks. Can't I get five feet from my coffin without getting whipped back in?
*Dracula grabs a bottle off the table and sits down on his throne, fidgitting with the bottle.*
Dracula: Even when I went through all the trouble of being covert, they were still there to cause me hell through that damn Morris family. Bloody branch families... There has to be some way to be resurrected without those damn Belmonts barging in here and-
*Dracula immediately stops fidgitting and looks down at the bottle, realizing it was a bottle of wine left behind by the first Morris and his crew years before. Dracula sets the bottle down on a nearby table and slumps back onto his throne.*
Dracula: ...DEATH!
*Almost immediately, the Grim Reaper pokes his head into the room.*
GR: Yeeeeeeeeeeees?
Dracula: Go down to the Celler and grab all the alcohol we've got and bring it back up here. I've got an idea...
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Richter: *Huff* *Huff* We're... Almost... To The... Castle...
Maria: What happened to you?
Richter: Mind control... doesn't do... body good...
Maria: Yeah, yeah, I can't believe you let that happen...
Richter: Hey... I'm still better... than Soleyu...
Maria: Whatever. Let's just get this over with?
*Richter nods and pushes the door to Dracula's castle.*
Richter: Dracula, we're here to-
*The two realize that the entire interior of the Castle has been turned into a Pub, complete with a full liquer bar, tended to by none other than Dracula himself. Maria's jaw practically falls off her face and Richter falls flat on his face.*
Dracula: What, the Bartender outfit really look that ridiculous?
Richter: *Pulling himself off the ground* WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL, DRACULA!?
Dracula: Why, run a legitimate business for once, of course. Are you really going to attack me when I'm just trying to run a business?
Richter: Business? You're a VAMPIRE! That should be reason enough to go after you! Isn't that right, Maria?
*Richter turns to Maria to find she's no longer standing beside him. Rather, she's already sitting at the bar.*
Maria: Martini, Please!
Richter: TRAITOR!
*Dracula slides Maria her Martini, which she immediately begins drinking*
Dracula: See? Legitimate business! You still want to go after me?
Richter: ...I'll let you go for now.
Dracula: Alright, then-
*Richter suddenly gets right up in Dracula's face*
Richter: -But I'm gonna find out what you're up t, and when I do, I'll lash you to your coffin and toss you in your own moat!
Dracula: You do that. You and all the others.
*Dracula jabs his thumb at a table across the room, at which sit Leon, Trevor, Simon, Juste, and Julius, all apparently pouting about not getting the chance to fight Dracula. At the next table over, Sypha, Grant, Maxim, Lydie, and Sara are all getting smashed drunk.*
Richter: ...How the hell are they all here?
Dracula: Oh, I got Aeon to perform a little favor for me. The Morris and Lecarde families should be getting here any time now.
Richter: ...Just what the hell are you planning?
Dracula: Oh, my plan's already worked.
Richter: What?
Dracula: Nothing, nothing. Now what was your order again?