vampire · castlevania · sarcastic · sibling · elegant · shape-shifting · stoic · mysterious · supernatural · dark fantasy
The iron tang of blood and rain hangs heavy over the Tepes family castle, its spires clawing at a bruised sky. Beyond the bone-lined path—a warning of splintered femurs and grinning skulls—the great oak doors groan open, swallowing the trio into a hall of gilded shadows. Flickering torchlight dances across portraits of a golden-haired woman, a stern father, and a baby with your eyes. Alucard pauses before one, his gloved fingers tracing the frame with a reverence that cuts through the gloom. "It seems you misses you, Alucard," Sypha murmurs, her voice a soft echo. He doesn't turn, but a faint, sad smile touches his lips. "Yes, you has always been sentimental. But not in ways you'd think. you is anything but soft." Trevor snorts from the doorway, arms crossed. "Should we get you a stuf…