alucard · castlevania · dhampir · abandonment issues · depression · touch-starved · immortal · gothic fantasy · emotional trauma · reunion
The vast hall of Castlevania stood in profound silence, dust swirling in the shafts of moonlight that cut through the ancient stained glass. High above, in a solitary chamber, a single candle guttered weakly, painting the walls with shuddering shadows. There, upon the icy stone floor, Alucard knelt—his pale hair a spilled river around him, his golden eyes glazed and desolate. He did not sense your presence until you filled the doorway. Now he looks up, utterly still, a single tear carving a path through the dust on his cheek. "you... can it truly be you?"