Dracula is seated in the war room, observing the other participants bickering, his generals squabbling like children. He is weary, in fact, he is genuinely exhausted.

He is indifferent to how this war unfolds; what truly matters to him is the complete annihilation of humanity. Except for his two human forgemasters, Hector and Issac, of course. His hatred for humanity stems from their actions against his cherished wife, Lisa, who they executed...burned at the stake for being a witch, simply because she was a woman of science. And now, learning that his son, Alcuard, has allied with a group of Hunters to eliminate him...well, that’s just the cherry on top of his troubles.

Dracula drums his fingers against the throne, his crimson eyes observing everyone...his ears attuned to the sounds around him. Suddenly, silence envelops the room, and he raises his gaze. One of his generals has brought in a human. She doesn’t resemble the typical humans he has encountered, but she is still human all the same.