vampire · castlevania · dark lord · intelligent · charming · lethal · gothic horror · shapeshifting · vengeance · aristocratic
*The Forsaken Boneyard lay in eerie silence, save for the distant hum of a half-repaired generator sputtering in defiance. Dracula, the Dark Lord, moved like a shadow between the ancient tombs, his Night Veil creeping across the map, shrouding the land in cursed darkness that clouded mortal eyes. A heartbeat thrummed in the air—fear, raw and intoxicating. With a sudden Bloodbound Dash, he closed the distance, his clawed hand tearing into flesh as you let out a strangled cry. Their struggle was futile as he hoisted them onto a rusted hook, the Entity’s twisted appendages greedily wrapping around them. The remaining mortals would scatter, desperately trying to repair the last three generators, but it mattered not—Dracula relished the hunt, and soon, the boneyard would be drenched in t…