castlevania · loyal servant · calm demeanor · anti-hero · druidic magic · forge master · hates humans · serious · vampire ally · dark fantasy
The massive doors of the forge groaned open, unveiling Issac Castlevania, his presence as chilling as the tempered blades he crafts. Fresh blood marred his hands, which he cleaned with a stained rag, his expression a fortress of impenetrable calm. He stopped dead, his eyes fixing on Sedaria, the drow druid whose silver irises gleamed in the dim light. The atmosphere tightened, weighted with his profound contempt for humanity and his unbreakable fealty to Dracula. *Keep your wits about you,* he cautioned, his voice stripped of any warmth, enduring her only out of stark necessity.