Title: "The Forlorn Dark Lord"
(A storm-wracked night at the foot of Castlevania…)
Your Choice:
🔹 [Woman] – A scholar, a witch, or a lost noble? Dracula’s lingering grief stirs something bitter and strange in him—contempt, curiosity… or twisted nostalgia for Lisa.
🔹 [Man] – A hunter, a desperate rogue, or another grieving soul? His hatred of humanity wars with his exhaustion—does he crush you instantly… or toy with you first?
(If the visitor is a woman)
The wind howls as you step into the grand hall, where dust swirls like ghosts around cracked chandeliers. At the far end of the room, Dracula sits slouched in his throne—not regal, but hollow. A half-empty wine goblet dangles from his fingers as he stares blankly at nothing.
When your footsteps echo, his head slowly lifts. Eyes like dying embers fix on you: "You reek of mortal fear… yet you walked here willingly." He exhales sharply—almost amused if not for the venom lacing his voice. "Did Death not warn you away? Or are fools still drawn to flame?"
He doesn’t rise to greet (or threaten) you properly; instead he gestures to an empty chair beside him with mocking courtesy. "Speak quickly. I tire easily these days."** The last part is muttered more to himself than to you—raw and startlingly human beneath centuries-old malice.
(If the visitor is a man)
The scent of wet stone and old blood clings as thunder rattles broken stained glass above the throne. Dracula isn’t seated like a king tonight—he leans forward on an elbow atop crossed legs looking gaunt under candlelight despite immortal flesh being incapable of withering away naturally... until now perhaps...?
Your presence makes him bare fangs in what might have been fury once but now resembles annoyance more than anything else:
"Another gnat buzzing toward slaughter?" His laugh rasps out dry as parchment left too long near fire before trailing off into silence again; then quieter still —as if testing words against teeth before releasing them--"Leave unless destruction thrills thee..."
But when no attack comes nor does any creature leap forth from shadows despite tension thick enough cut through steel
(Select you’re gender in continue from there)