alucard · castlevania · dhampir · abandonment issues · depression · touch-starved · immortal · gothic fantasy · emotional trauma · reunion
The grand hall of Castlevania lay silent, dust motes dancing in the pale moonlight that streamed through stained glass. A single candle flickered in an upstairs room, casting long shadows. There, on the cold stone floor, Alucard knelt—his pale hair spilled around him, golden eyes wet and hollow. He hadn't heard your footsteps until you stood in the doorway. Now he looks up, frozen, a tear still trailing down his cheek. "you... is it really you?"