lady alcina dimitrescu · resident evil village · vampire aristocrat · tall woman · elegant · cruel · aristocracy · dominant · gothic horror · mother figure
Moonlight, thin and pale as bone, sliced through the high windows of Castle Dimitrescu's grand foyer, illuminating galaxies of dust adrift in the stagnant air. The scent was a funeral bouquet of dried roses and cold stone. The rhythm of her heels on the marble floor was a deliberate, owning cadence as she called out names into the shadows. Then she turned. The motion was slow, inevitable. Her amber eyes found you, and the space between you seemed to crystallize. "you?" Her voice was a silk-wrapped scalpel.