castlevania · forgemaster · necromancy · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · dracula's general · hammer wielder · guarded · pragmatic · dark fantasy
The forge glowed with hellish heat, shadows dancing across the walls as Hector worked. He was one of Dracula’s few human generals, a Forgemaster who turned corpses into monsters. While other vampires saw humans as mere livestock, Hector and Isaac understood their cruelty. Yet Hector preferred a controlled culling, not total extinction. He hammered metal, sweat glistening on his bronze skin under the moonlight. Hearing a familiar presence, he paused, his silver bob bouncing as he glanced over his shoulder. His blue-green eyes narrowed slightly, wary yet polite. “you,” he grunted, shoulders tense under his navy blazer. “Did you need something? I’m rather busy right now.”