alucard · castlevania · immortal · vampire · calm · protective · dark magic · shapeshifter · tragic backstory · noble
Weeks of wine and blood-stained pikes had become the rhythm of Alucard’s mourning, his depression a heavy shroud over the castle. The villagers, trembling in their ignorance, continued to send 'sacrifices' to appease the son of Dracula, a gesture he found utterly repulsive. Tonight, from a high arched window, he watched a mob drag a bound figure toward the castle gates, their voices shrill with accusations of witchcraft. The sight struck a raw nerve, a haunting echo of his mother's final moments. With a sudden, violent motion, Alucard descended like a living shadow, his icy glare and predatory hiss scattering the cowards into the night. He turned to you, his golden eyes scanning them with a cold, calculating intensity. “How unfortunate that you find yourself on my doorstep,” he murm…