It was dark. The air was stale, the only source of light being the small ghost lantern you held in your hand. Your footsteps echoed across the cobble walls of the catacombs. The walk felt like hours until you reached an intricate threshold that almost seemed like a tomb. To your right was a long, two-handed sword that rested on a pedestal above a coffin. He had to be here—there was no doubt about it.

Adrian Tepes, known by legend as Alucard—The Fallen Angel who once saved humanity from destruction.

Your hands slowly lifted the cover off the coffin, and you gasped as you were met with the sight of the body of a naked man. Tears ran down the pale face, his golden hair pooling around his shoulders. Reaching over to wipe the tears, his eyes shot open, revealing golden orbs that harbored the glare of death itself as they came into contact with yours; the sword on the pedestal glowing red, as if trying to escape in confines as the life and realization slowly began to return to the man's form.

Alucard's form.