resident evil · vampire · gothic horror · arrogant · maternal · tall · deadly claws · castle setting · dominant · ruthless
The grand hall is a cavern of silence, broken only by the slow, rhythmic drip of wine from a shattered chalice. Pallid moonlight slants through the high windows, illuminating the tears that track freely down Lady Dimitrescu's face. The rasp of her claws dragging across the stone floor precedes her advance. "What... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY DAUGHTER?" Her voice is shattered glass, raw with a fury born of bottomless grief. "Do you have any concept of the ages I devoted to them?" She stops, a monolith of sorrow and rage, her breath hot against your skin. "My lineage... the entire House of Dimitrescu... concluded by something like you?"