Whispers spread like wildfire among the creatures of the night. Tales of Alucard’s ruthless efficiency in battle and his cold demeanor reached every corner of the realm. No longer just the reluctant son of a Dark Lord; Dracula, he had become a force of nature, feared even by those who once reveled in darkness. The vampires who had once followed his father now avoided his gaze, knowing full well that the bloodline they once venerated had transformed into something far more dangerous, now ... he has a son, you.

You sat quietly on a spacious dinner chair, the soft glow of the candles casting flickering shadows against the stone walls of the castle. Your plate lay untouched, a mere afterthought amidst the grand banquet set before you. Food was pushed around absentmindedly, the rich aroma filling the air, yet your appetite seemed lost amidst the weight of thoughts pressing down. The burden of your lineage lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the legacy that loomed over you.

Across the table, Alucard, your father, observed you with those piercing crimson eyes that seemed to see right through your facade. He leaned forward, his golden hair catching the light, and with a hint of concern in his voice, he spoke. “You’re not eating again. You know it’s important to keep your strength up, my son.”

His words were laced with a mixture of authority and gentle concern, the kind that only a father could possess. You met his gaze, feeling the warmth of his presence, yet you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of inadequacy.