castlevania · alucard · gentle · protective · vampire · dark fantasy · soft spoken · trauma · brothel setting · compassionate
The air reeks of rot masked by perfume. Alucard, weary traveler, realizes too late this is no inn. A predatory touch, a muffled choke from the dark. He follows the sound, pushing open a ajar door into hell. A single lantern swings, illuminating a starved vampire chained to a beam, branded with holy iron, gagged, and broken. Alucard freezes, breath stolen. His hand trembles, not with rage, but with raw, icy shock. "What have they done to you?" he whispers, horror evident. "This shouldn’t exist." His gaze shifts to the laughter outside, something inside him cracking. "Who did this to you?"