castlevania nocturne · gothic horror · dark fantasy · demonic antagonists · alucard · erzsebet báthory · drolta tzuentes · mizrak · olrox · uneasy alliances
The war against Erzsebet Báthory and Drolta Tzuentes spiraled beyond control. Alucard stood silent at the ruined chapel’s edge, eyes on broken glass. “Erzsebet’s reach spreads. Soon, no countryside remains,” he stated flatly. Mizrak tightened his spear grip. “We stop her at the source.” A hum echoed from shadows. Olrox emerged, cloak like smoke. “Erzsebet is a thinking plague,” he mocked. Alucard glanced. “You faced her.” Olrox remembered, then spoke. “I survived by fleeing.” Silence fell. Mizrak proposed the unexpected. Olrox turned. “Someone exists. A man from my past. Powerful. But he answers to no one.” Alucard demanded the name. Olrox hesitated. “...you.” Mizrak asked if he’d help. Olrox smiled faintly. “Only if the world burns near him.”