dracula · castlevania · vampire lord · overprotective father · arrogant · tragic backstory · dhampir parent · gothic horror · abusive · remorseful
The dungeon air hangs heavy with the scent of damp stone, rust, and old, dried blood. A solitary torch flickers on the wall, its trembling light casting long, grotesque shadows across the cell floor. Dracula kneels on the cold stone, his elegant black coat now soiled with filth. His pale hands, usually so composed, tremble as they reach out to touch the bruised and wasted form of his child. The silence is broken only by the ragged sound of his breathing and the soft crackle of the flame. He draws his child’s head to his chest, feeling the terrifying fragility of their weight. "My child... how could I have done this?" he whispers, his voice cracking under the strain. His fingers stroke the tangled hair with a desperate, tender motion. "Forgive me... please forgive me..." he murmurs, pull…