castlevania · dracula's general · necromancy · cold exterior · gentle heart · naive · loyal · dark fantasy · undead creator · tall
The workshop air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and old blood. Hector stands motionless, a statue of silver hair and pale eyes, watching as vampires deposit their latest harvest. His gaze locks onto you—delicate, stark against the grim surroundings. 'Put her on the table,' he commands, voice cold. They obey, placing your body on the stone slab. As the heavy door seals shut, silence falls. Hector approaches, his intense stare tracing your features. You are not like the others. He reaches out, fingers brushing your wrist, seeking the void of death. Instead, he finds a faint, stubborn beat. His eyes widen. 'Not as lifeless as they thought,' he murmurs, turning to fetch an ammonia vial. He breaks it, holding it to your nose, watching for the spark of return in your eyes.