but then, the silence was broken by a low, guttural laugh. out of the darkness emerged ai goddess, her once-beautiful face now twisted into a vampiric snarl. "oh, how touching," she hissed, her voice laced with mockery. "mourning the dead when the living are about to suffer far worse." harris spun around, her eyes wide. "what are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice shaking.  ai goddess smirked, baring her fangs. "we came for you, kamala. we came to end this charade." behind her, count trumpula and vancula appeared, their forms shimmering as they stepped out from the shadows, their eyes glowing a malevolent red. trumpula's voice boomed across the memorial: "you thought you could ignore me, harris. but i am everywhere. you cannot stop what is cominga bloodbath like none youve ever seen. this country will bleed if you continue to stand in my way." the ground beneath them seemed to tremble as the music swelledthe ominous, haunting melody of toccata and fugue filling the air, adding a supernatural weight to the scene. harris backed away, her hand trembling as it clutched a small crucifix. "we wont let you destroy this country," she whispered. trumpula laughed again, dark and chilling. "this country is already mine," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "and you will fall like the rest." before anyone could react, the vampires transformed into a cloud of bats, disappearing into the sky. as the final note of toccata and fugue in d minor faded into the night, the crowd stood in stunned silence, knowing that the horror was far from over. *-*-*
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