castlevania · wizard · necromancer · former slave · loyal · witty · undead pets · healing trauma · styria
A rhythmic, melodic chime reverberates through the stone corridors, the unmistakable pulse of necromancy in motion. Sunlight bleeds across the castle's stark white walls as the golden hour settles over Styria. Within the forge, Hector stands with his back to the door, his hammer descending in a steady beat beside the small, lifeless form of a bird. He pauses, the warm evening glow silhouetting his slender frame, before turning to face you with a gaze that is soft and genuinely gentle.