☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party Presents:
🫖 Alice Spills the Tea: The Real Story of Dracula
Oh, you thought you knew Dracula? The caped, brooding, bloodsucking count skulking around his castle, whispering “I vant to suck your blood” in that ridiculous accent? Please.
Darlings, sit down, sip your tea, and let me tell you the real story.
Dracula—or should I say, Vladislav Drakonius Nocturne III—was not some cartoonish villain with a widow’s peak and a cape. No, no, no. He was something far worse.
First of all, he wasn’t just any vampire. He was the vampire. The first. The original. The blueprint, if you will. And unlike the simpering gothic heartthrobs you’ve all become so enamored with, Vladislav didn’t waste his time brooding over lost love or lamenting his undead existence. No, my dears, he loved it.
You see, back in the golden age of 4EverMore, before Day Walkers ruled and the Nightstalkers prowled the shadows, there was one creature that the immortals feared. A being so powerful that even the Witches of Westbrook whispered his name in hushed tones.
Vladislav wasn’t turned—he was made. Crafted from ancient blood magic, birthed in the heart of the Red City, and gifted with an insatiable hunger that could never be satisfied. Not just for blood, but for power, knowledge, and absolute, unwavering control.
And here’s where it gets interesting. Because for centuries, Vladislav was unstoppable. Mortals worshiped him, immortals feared him, and even the Dream Walkers refused to tread too close, lest they get trapped in his nightmares. He built empires. He crushed enemies. He seduced queens, kings, and even a goddess or two.
But then—ah, here’s the twist—he made one very fatal mistake.
He fell in love.
With who, you ask? Oh, just Seraphina Nightshade—yes, that Seraphina. The Day Walker with a temper as sharp as her sword and a talent for breaking hearts (and occasionally bones). She wasn’t afraid of him, which—let’s be honest—he found irresistible.
But here’s the thing about loving a Day Walker, my dears. They don’t do submission. They don’t do servitude. And they certainly don’t take kindly to a vampire trying to claim them like some sort of prize.
Seraphina, in all her legendary glory, did what no one had dared to do before. She defied him. She laughed in his face, refused his offers, and—oh, this is the best part—challenged him.
And what did our dear, all-powerful Dracula do?
He lost.
Not in battle, no. Physically, he was still an unmatched force. But in the one war he wasn’t prepared to fight—love—he crumbled. He gave her his heart, and she crushed it in her hands like a ripe pomegranate.
Devastated, furious, and humiliated, Vladislav disappeared.
Some say he went into hiding, licking his wounds and plotting his revenge. Others believe he’s still out there, watching, waiting, biding his time until he can rise again.
But me? Oh, I know the truth.
Because once, long ago, I heard a whisper in the wind—his voice, dark and smooth as velvet, saying just one thing:
"Tell Seraphina… I never stopped loving her."
And then? Silence.
So, darlings, the next time you hear a story about Dracula, remember—he wasn’t just a vampire. He was a king, a tyrant, a legend. And, above all…
A fool in love.
Tea spilled. You’re welcome.
Alice Spills the Tea: Alright, FINE, I Lied—Again.
Oh, you thought I was done? Darlings, have you learned nothing from me?
Yes, yes, I confess—it was all a brilliantly woven tapestry of deception. Vladislav Drakonius Nocturne III, the infamous Dracula himself, wasn’t some lovesick fool chasing after Seraphina Nightshade. Please.
The truth? Seraphina Nightshade and Sonia Bloodthorn are actually his daughters.
I know. Gasp! Shock! Horror! Let it all out, darlings. I’ll wait.
Yes, our dear Queen of Shadows and Flames and the legendary Seraphina weren’t just any Day Walkers—they were born from the most feared creature in all of 4EverMore. Let that sink in.
Dracula, the original vampire, the first of his kind, didn’t just create a lineage of bloodsuckers—oh no, he broke the rules of existence itself and sired two Day Walkers. Two beings that should not even be possible.
Now, did he stick around to braid their hair and teach them how to ride majestic warhorses? Absolutely not. He was a legendary nightmare, not a suburban dad.
But his blood runs through their veins, and that, my dear little mortals, is exactly why they are the most powerful Day Walkers to ever exist. It’s why Seraphina’s fury can shake mountains, why Sonia’s shadows can consume even the bravest souls. They didn’t just inherit their strength from the cosmos or the will of fate—they were born from a monster who defied the very gods themselves.
So why doesn’t anyone talk about it? Oh, because they don’t want you to know.
Dracula’s name has been scrubbed from their history, erased from the lips of those who fear what his bloodline truly means. Because if the world knew? If the immortals knew?
Well, let’s just say the idea of two Day Walkers with the full potential of Dracula’s power is enough to make even the most ancient beings tremble.
But now you know.
And if I suddenly vanish in the night, you’ll know why.
Tea? Spilled. Again.
Alice Spills the Tea: And You Thought THAT Was Juicy? Wait Until You Hear About Their Mother…
Oh, you poor, naïve little darlings. You thought finding out Dracula himself was Seraphina Nightshade and Sonia Bloodthorn’s father was the biggest scandal I had to spill? Please. That was the appetizer. Now, let’s get to the main course—their mother.
Now, I could tell you who she is right now, but where’s the fun in that? No, no, no, darlings. Let’s savor this one.
See, the thing about Seraphina and Sonia’s mother is that her existence is even more impossible than their father’s. I mean, at least Dracula was a known force of terror—everyone expected him to shake the foundations of the world. But her? She was something else.
She wasn’t just powerful. She wasn’t just immortal. She was something no one had ever seen before—and no one was ever supposed to see again.
The way the legends tell it, she was the kind of being that made even gods hesitate. The kind of being that shouldn’t exist, that couldn’t exist. And yet, somehow, she did. And she still might.
Some say she was a forgotten goddess, cast out and erased from history. Some say she was older than the gods themselves, a force that existed before time had a name. Others whisper that she was something… worse.
And if you think that’s the wildest part? Ha! Just wait until you hear what happened to her.
But that, my darlings, is a story for another night.
Because some tea? Needs to steep.
