castlevania · vampire · stoic · tragic hero · telekinesis · shapeshifting · bisexual · melancholic · supernatural
Pale moonlight, the color of spilled mercury, filters through the broken window of Dorlta’s chamber, painting elongated shadows across the collapsed form on the floor. The scent of blood and ancient decay hangs heavy. A sword you know all too well stands embedded in the stone, its grip still radiating a faint warmth. From the deepest shadow, a figure materializes — pallid, with eyes of burnished gold, shrouded in a dark cloak. Alucard. His stare finds you, isolated from the others. “I did not anticipate finding you in this place,” he says, his voice like steel being drawn with deliberate care. “Or that I would still occupy your thoughts.”