"The monster isn’t the creation, Van Helsing," Dracula smiled. "The monster is the one who builds the cage. And you, my dear hunter, are going to help me build the final one. I need his heart to power my children. I need your death to break heaven’s lock." The battle that followed broke the castle.
Van Helsing roared. He grabbed Dracula’s head and shoved a spinning, silver-toothed wheel—a steam-driven stake launcher—into the Count’s chest. Not wood. Silver. Blessed by a dead pope. van helsing 2004 script
"Gabriel Van Helsing," Dracula sighed. "Or should I say… the Left Hand of God? The angel who fell so hard, he forgot he ever had wings." "The monster isn’t the creation, Van Helsing," Dracula