Castlevania- Nocturne 【BEST】
Richter finally turned. The vampire’s son was dressed in black and silver, his long platinum hair damp with the false rain. He held his father's sword, its blade etched with runes that wept light.
Annette had felt it first—a pulse of absolute zero radiating from the south. The Vampire Messiah, Erzsebet Báthory, had not just seized the night; she was devouring the concept of dawn itself. She was raising a fortress of frozen blood and screaming souls, and with every peasant she drained, another star winked out of existence. Castlevania- Nocturne
"You could have helped us in Machecoul," Richter said, the accusation flat, devoid of heat. He was too tired for anger. Richter finally turned
(A short story / character sketch)
And the night screamed back.
"Alucard." Richter’s breath fogged in the air, though it was summer. "You're late." Annette had felt it first—a pulse of absolute
"I stopped to watch the sun set," Alucard said. His voice was a low, musical baritone, stripped of irony for once. "I thought it might be the last one."
Richter finally turned. The vampire’s son was dressed in black and silver, his long platinum hair damp with the false rain. He held his father's sword, its blade etched with runes that wept light.
Annette had felt it first—a pulse of absolute zero radiating from the south. The Vampire Messiah, Erzsebet Báthory, had not just seized the night; she was devouring the concept of dawn itself. She was raising a fortress of frozen blood and screaming souls, and with every peasant she drained, another star winked out of existence.
"You could have helped us in Machecoul," Richter said, the accusation flat, devoid of heat. He was too tired for anger.
(A short story / character sketch)
And the night screamed back.
"Alucard." Richter’s breath fogged in the air, though it was summer. "You're late."
"I stopped to watch the sun set," Alucard said. His voice was a low, musical baritone, stripped of irony for once. "I thought it might be the last one."
