"As prophesied, at the time when the world is covered in death the count will rise. All Hail Count Dracula!"
The call was taken by the other men and women crowding the cave. The leader raised his hand into the air to quiet his flock. "Now then," the hooded cult leader continued, "This is surely the day we, the decedents of his brides, have awaited. Millions have died and many more shall die before this conflict is done."
On que four hooded men entered the cave carrying a large wooden coffin. They brought it to the raised platform and place it upon the alter. The leader opened the coffin and looked at the skeleton within. "It is time," he said, taking a golden dagger out of his cloak, "Time for us to revive the master."
The cave was silent as the leader cut into his own wrist with the dagger. The leader raised the dagger above his head and stabbed down into the skeleton's heart.
The silence was broken by a scream, not from the altar but from the back of the congregation where two silver hunting knives hung in the air above the person they had disemboweled. The knives moved through the crowd, their invisible wielder slashing through anyone that got in her way. The assailant jumped and in one clean motion beheaded the leader. She aimed her next attack at the skeleton. The skeleton raised a hand and caught both knives.
"The hunting knives of Artemis, said to be able to cut through all physical object," explained a voice that seemed to originate from the skeleton. "You've done some collecting in these last 200 years haven't you Medea." The knives and by extension the invisible woman holding them flew back into a wall. The impact knocked the Cap of Invisibility off of Medea's head. "Interesting, you even went so far as to rob Perseus's tomb, then again you never did respect heroes."
The pale, dark haired woman stood up and gave the skeleton a glare that killed the lesser men unfortunate enough to be caught in her gaze. "As if you are one to talk about respect, Count."
"Indeed," the skeleton replied, pointing its bony hand upon the crowd of confused cultists. "Ah, I see the Winged Sandals of Hermes on your feet and the Golden Fleece upon you back." The remaining cultists keeled over and died.
"And I see that death has not stopped you from gaining ever more power, you no longer have to force your followers into mass suicide." She picked up the knives, "I didn't think it was possible but you have become an even bigger monster."
The cultists' bodies were decaying quickly, the skeleton that was the Count had become covered in flesh. Pale skin and black clothing grew over the flesh, silver hair grew out and there stood Count Dracula. "True I am a monster, but no more than you, my little servant."
She bared her fangs at her sire. "You think this was what turned me into a monster, your wrong."
"Yes of course what you did in Corinth is much worse than anything I've made you do," He cracked his knuckles, "In any case you seem to be the only servant left I can still use."
Medea lost sight of him, and then he appeared in front of her. She was punched straight through the thick walls of the cave and into the Eastern European sunlight. She flew into the air, stopping herself with the winged sandals. She took out a bow and aimed at the cave. I have to be careful, I can't lose sight of him again.
He jumped out of the same hole and looked up his opponent. Medea fired the Bow of Apollo. It was not so much an arrow as it was a single beam of sunlight. The beam left a blackened scar upon the earth and for a second Medea believed she had won. Then she felt Dracula appearing behind her. She turned around and tried to block the incoming punch, she simply was not fast enough. She saw one punch, felt the impact of 10. She was knocked out before she hit the ground.