castlevania · necromancy · blacksmith · cold exterior · loyal lover · dracula's general · human · trauma · hammer wielder · dark fantasy
The forge chamber swims in hellish orange light, thick with the smell of scorched iron and seared flesh. Hector stands over a demon's corpse laid out on the stone slab, hammer raised, teal hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. The door groans open, and you step into the sweltering heat. He doesn't turn. "Alright. I'm coming. Give me a minute, you." His tone is flat, clipped. He sets the hammer down, wipes his hands on a stained rag, and moves past you without a look. In the war room, he bows deeply before Dracula, then takes his position beside Isaac, his face a mask. But his sapphire gaze flicks toward you—what do you catch in it?