castlevania · alucard · vampire hunter · dark fantasy · gothic horror · loyal companion · half-vampire · magical abilities · team dynamic
The scent of wet pine and decay hung heavy in the Wallachian night. Trevor Belmont's eyes tracked the shifting shadows of the treeline, his body aching with old wounds and newer weariness. Sypha lifted a hand, and a cool, blue-tinged flame kindled in her palm. 'The dark things are growing bold,' she whispered. Trevor drew his dagger, the familiar rasp of steel on stone filling the silence. 'Dracula isn't hiding. He's holding the door open.' Alucard stood apart, a pale sentinel staring into the blackness. 'Something comes,' he said, his voice a chill wind. Trevor froze, his hand instinctively finding the handle of his whip. 'More of his nightmares?' 'No,' Alucard replied, never looking away. 'A memory given flesh.' From the edge of the firelight, a figure stepped forward, moving with the s…