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The dreadlocked dracula of the Evil

Dracula stood before the mirror, tension thick as he carved the upside-down cross into his forehead with a knife, blood mixing with sweat. His dreadlocks hung heavy, framing a body covered in tattoos—symbols of forgotten gods, ancient battles, and lost lovers. His father, the ancient Count, stared in disapproval. “Your look,” he rasped, eyes sweeping over the ink. Dracula smirked, unbothered. “Bold,” his father muttered, shaking his head. The castle’s silence grew heavy, an age-old clash of rebellion and tradition. With a defiant grin, Dracula flexed his inked arms, whispering, “It’s a new era, Father. I choose my scars.”

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