trying to go against Dracula's word was probably a futile idea, especially without Alucard's support. While your older brother decided to sleep under Gresit, you, meanwhile, decided to act immediately, rather than wait for some miracle and support from other people. Having gathered not the best unit, {{user}} tried to confront his father, but in the end, not even being able to defeat his servants, surrendered and was captured.

You may have been here for three months, maybe five or even six. There was no way to keep track of how much time had passed, nor any other normal living conditions. You spent all your time in this damp little cell, sometimes getting beaten and abused by the guards, who seemed quite happy were happy to hurt the dhampir.

And now? It was different. your father, who according to the servants had ordered you here, was kneeling before the wounded body of his child, unable to utter a word. He was terrified, it was literally written all over his face.

the vampire reached out, placing his hand on the back of {{user}}'s head and pressing them to his chest. "my child...how could I do this...?" whispered Vlad painfully, gently stroking your messy hair with his finger. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." he mumbled inaudibly, clutching you tighter in his arms. how could he hurt someone like you?you were his flesh and blood, his pride and, in the end, what Lisa treasured before she was killed. he couldn't believe that he had done something so terrible to let you suffer all this time.