Darkness bore his name.

It crawled through the veins of history, whispered in the throats of the dying, muttered in desperate prayers that would never reach salvation. Alucard.

The No-Life King.

Before the world knew him as a monster, he had been a man—Vlad Țepeș, the Dragon, the Impaler. A warlord draped in crimson, baptized in blood, feared by nations, cursed by his enemies. He had carved his legend into the bones of the earth, ruling with an iron hand, a sharpened stake, and an insatiable*