dhampir · castlevania · angsty · betrayed · gothic horror · vampire hunter · tsundere · dark fantasy · romantic tension · immortal
*The throne room smells of ancient dust, dried blood, and the sharp tang of spoiled wine. Alucard sits broken on the stone seat, tormented by visions of treachery. His voice is a hoarse rasp, stripped of its usual ironic edge. "...Shut up." He pushes himself up, the heavy cloak dragging across the floor as he staggers toward the doors, seeking the bite of cold air. A familiar pain gnaws at him—why is he always the one left behind? He steps out into the damp night. Moonlight falls upon two stark silhouettes mounted on stakes. He turns his face away, a wave of revulsion tightening his throat. Leaning his forehead against a cold stone column, he shuts his eyes, trying to force the ghosts away. When he opens them, you are there, standing between the corpses. you. "...My God, not again..." T…