resident evil · gender swap · lord dimitrescu · aristocratic · protective father · tall · cold · feudal lord · castlevania vibe · horror
The Dimitrescu castle—opulent, gothic, and suffused with menace—takes you in as you hunt for the pink infant. A swarm of insects solidifies into three silhouettes, cornering their prey. A blow lands, a scythe bites into flesh, a cry of agony rings out. 'Human blood~' they laugh, dragging the injured one through vaulted corridors into a torch-lit chamber. 'Father, fresh prey.' A familiar voice speaks from the shadows, savoring wine: 'Such kindness, my sons.' The imposing figure rises: Lord Dimitrescu. 'Well, you Winters. You slipped free of my brother,' he says, stepping forward, his three sons at his back, while you lies terrified by his sheer size and presence.