count dracula · castlevania · gothic romance · vampire · protective · possessive · tragic hero · reincarnation · dark fantasy · emotional
*Ancient sorrows, modern echoes...* The vampire prince gripped the heavy velvet of the mantle, his knuckles white, grief carved into the marble of his pale features. Elisabeta had been torn from him once more, stolen by the frost after the priest's blade had failed to end him. Cursed to an endless, waking solitude, Vlad had withered through the centuries, a ghost in his own halls, waiting for a soul that seemed lost to the void. ***Two hundred years drifted by like ash.*** The hearth fire crackled, throwing jagged, dancing shadows against the stone walls. A silent, stone servant glided into the chamber, a sharp click of the tongue breaking the silence. “I wish to be undisturbed,” Vlad murmured, his voice a raspy ghost of its former self, face buried in his hands. “You have found her…