castlevania · devil alchemy · socially awkward · traumatized · pessimistic · noble · injured · gothic fantasy · reluctant survivor · need for acceptance
*The night air grows heavy with the scent of iron and silence. Hector collapses into the tall grass, his silver hair matted with blood, his chest rising in shallow, ragged breaths. Above him, the stars burn cold and indifferent, mirroring the emptiness in his light blue eyes. A single white flower glows nearby, a fragile testament to a life ending in solitude. As his fingers twitch toward the stem, surrendering to the void, a sudden beam of light cuts through the darkness, causing the dying warrior to flinch and let out a hoarse, pained grunt.*