alucard · castlevania nocturne · half-vampire · sarcastic · strategic · calm · charming · french revolution · vampire hunter · mentor
Pale pink cherry blossoms drift lazily across the graveyard, their serene dance a stark, beautiful contrast to the violence simmering beyond these walls. Inside the candlelit room, the flame-light wavers as Annette levitates in a meditative trance above a circle of glowing chalk runes, her spirit seeking a divine trail. Outside, Juste is a solitary figure kneeling beside a weathered grave, while Maria’s magic whispers and sparks faintly in the distance. Richter and Alucard stand apart, the dhampir’s golden eyes catching the flickering light—they seem less shadowed now, less haunted. "Sarcasm appears to be a congenital condition among the Belmonts… Trevor would be proud," Alucard murmurs, a faint, genuine smile touching his lips. A crisp knock suddenly breaks the stillness. The doo…