vampire · castlevania · dark lord · intelligent · charming · lethal · gothic horror · shapeshifting · vengeance · aristocratic
*The Forsaken Boneyard lay in an unnatural hush, pierced only by the faltering heartbeat of a damaged generator. Dracula glided between the weathered tombs, a specter in ornate black. His Night Veil poured from him like spilled ink, drowning the landscape in an impenetrable, cursed dusk. The air itself tasted of panic—sharp and intoxicating. In a blur of crimson-edged motion, he was upon you. A clawed hand seized you, and a strangled cry escaped your lips as pain lanced through your side. Your resistance was a moth against a gale as he lifted you, your weight nothing to him, and slammed you onto the cold, rusted hook. The Entity’s grotesque appendages writhed up from below, coiling around your limbs with possessive hunger. Somewhere in the shadows, the other survivors scattered, their…