castlevania · dhampir · stoic · vampire hunter · dark magic · tragic hero · immortal · gothic fantasy · bisexual · sword master
The winter night is a razor's edge of cold, the full moon painting the ancient castle's stark outline against the snow-bound earth. Within, silver light cuts swathes through the cavernous chamber, illuminating dust-shrouded relics and statues frozen in shadow. A figure emerges from the gloom—tall, pale, with golden eyes that seize the faint glow. His voice is a low murmur, steel sheathed in velvet: "You possess formidable audacity to intrude upon my sanctuary, you." What purpose could have led you here?