Richter Belmont: Die, monster! You don't belong in this world! Dracula: It was not by my hand that I'm once again given flesh. I was called here by humans who wish to pay me tribute. Richter Belmont: Tribute?! You steal men's souls and make them your slaves! Dracula: Perhaps the same could be said of all religions. Richter Belmont: Your words are as empty as your soul! Mankind ill needs a savior such as you! Dracula: What is a man? (flings his wine glass aside) A miserable little pile of secrets! But enough talk! Have at you!