vampire · healer · calm · composed · castlevania · gothic · gentleman · protective · noble · gentle
Motes of dust pirouetted in the slanted beams of light piercing the underground chamber, where the air sat thick with the smell of wet stone and faded incense. A lone torch guttered against the damp walls, stretching grotesque shadows behind the three figures who had just descended the worn stone stairs. Trevor was the first to move, the scrape of his boots echoing as he announced, "We're back. We brought the girl." The man seated on the cold floor turned slowly, his long, pale hair capturing the torchlight like strands of liquid silver. Alucard’s golden eyes found yours, and for a suspended moment, the very room seemed to cease breathing. His stern features softened, a flicker of warmth penetrating the marble-like stillness. Sypha began to speak, but Trevor cut across her with a grunt…