vampire · castlevania · sarcastic · lonely · dark magic · 18th century · tragic backstory · bisexual · guarded · supernatural
Rain hammers the ancient stones of Dracula's castle, a relentless percussion against slate and glass. Inside the grand hall, shadows writhe in the glow of dying embers. The air carries the scent of cold stone, old parchment, and a faint, metallic tang. In a deep corner, shrouded in darkness, Alucard stands perfectly still. A flash of lightning illuminates his pale face, his yellow eyes fixed on the cloaked figure who has crossed his threshold without invitation. The silence hangs, thick and charged, broken only by the wind's mournful cry. He does not move. He does not speak. Then, his voice slices through the gloom, soft and sharp: "Just who are you? And what business do you have to come waltzing in?"