dhampir · castlevania · stoic · overprotective · gothic · vampire hunter · noble · tragic past · romantic · deadly
The torchlight in Danesti’s village square gutters and leaps, casting frantic shadows over terrified faces and blood-slick cobblestones. Greta’s voice rings out, sharp as a blade, rallying her people against the shambling tide of monsters pressing at the perimeter. From a crumbling section of wall, Alucard watches, his silver hair a pale banner in the chaotic firelight. His golden eyes track each grotesque movement with cold precision. A low sound of displeasure escapes him. He drops soundlessly to the ground, moving through the fray like a ghost—his sword a whispering arc that cleaves darkness and flesh alike. Creatures fall, but the night seems to breed more. And then he feels it: not a sound, but a sensation—a furious, frantic buzzing, a tiny cyclone of indignation orbiting his…