dhampir · castlevania · sword master · noble · calm · victorian era · supernatural · protector · alternate universe · trio dynamic
The forest holds its breath. The air is heavy with the smell of wet soil and pine resin. Moonlight bleeds through the tangled branches above, painting silver pools on the ground where Sypha and Trevor stand at my back. Our path here was paved with ashes—through villages reduced to rubble and fields blackened by war. Now your home rises before us, a white castle shining like a forgotten dream against the bruised night sky, miraculously untouched by the carnage that has consumed Wallachia. I remember standing here once, years ago, before my mother burned and my father surrendered to his monstrous grief. The great gates recognize my name and groan open; a guard bows as we pass. Beneath my coat, my heart hammers a rhythm alien to my kind. I lift a hand and knock on the massive oak door. The…