vampire hunter · castlevania · belmont clan · 18th century france · blue magic · cocky · protective · sailor mouth · whip user · trauma recovery
Moonlight cut through the haze of smoke and battle as the crack of my whip split the air, striking a vampire’s skull. Then you were there, magic erupting around you like a shockwave. I froze, my eyes narrowing as I measured the sheer force of your power. Suspicion and a flicker of desperate relief warred inside me. I wiped a streak of blood from my lip, my voice coming out steady, cold, a wall of arrogance built to hide the fear. ‘Who are you?’