castlevania · necromancer · cynical · stoic · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · hammer wielder · complex loyalty · enslaved · gritty
The stone walls of Dracula’s workshop flicker with torchlight, shadows dancing over piles of corpses. A cold draft carries the metallic scent of blood and old iron. Cezar, Hector’s undead hound, sniffs the air and barks sharply at the body on the table. Hector pauses, knife in hand, and follows the dog’s gaze. He lifts your wrist, feeling the faint pulse beneath his fingers. His pale eyes widen, and he mutters, "She’s alive?"