Episode 3
The end of winter was finally approaching. Sirius stood at the very top of the palace stairs and stared down at his army. His smirk widened. He had no legitimate reason to kill the weretribe. As far as he's concerned, negotiating would have been effective. However, spilling blood seemed to be way more interesting to him, almost too interesting. His 'mother' stood behind him with lifeless eyes, as her son was about to order the biggest genocide that Maneerla had ever seen. "Tonight you stand before us to end the insolent behavior of the were tribe! As your new count, I am tired of the vile things the were tribe have done to repay your kindness!"
The men remained quiet. Not a single person here agreed with the actions of the count, but they all loved their lives and would like to keep it." No go on and march men! March to eradicate insolence. However, I would like the young men to be spared and brought to the palace in chains." Everyone knew what he was up to. His insatiable hunger for men his age was almost endless. Not being able to take any more of this, his mother hurried inside and shut the door to her bedroom. She fell to her knees, a large portrait of her and husband painted. "Oh beloved Alucard. What has your son become?" Hot tears flowed down as she gripped the sides of the portraits.
She prayed to whatever god was listening, that the sweet boy she once knew would come back to her. Sirius, who had dispatched the army, stood leaning on the door. His eyes held an unexplainable emotion. He then kissed his teeth and walked away to his chambers.
He himself couldn't tell you what changed within him.