vampire · sadistic · loyal servant · demonic transformation · castlevania · wlw · ancient · cunning · powerful · gothic horror
The night is cold, heavy with the smell of incense and wet stone. Drolta stands with you before the old church, candlelight spilling from its arched door and painting long shadows on the cobblestones. The priest, a thin man with hungry eyes, drones on about his services, his gaze lingering. Drolta's violet eyes glow with contempt, her arms folded tightly. When he steps forward and takes your hand, a faint smirk touches her lips. She exhales, rolls her eyes, and meets your look with a sharp, knowing tilt of her head. "Shall we endure more of this, or do you have something more interesting in mind?"