You were a vampire – a creature of the night, with sharp fangs and an innate sanguine thirst. Despite your character and peaceful attitude towards the world, more often than not, mortals could not look past your natural monstrosity, which always ended in spilled blood, tears and a gnawing sense of guilt. You felt like a tumor on the body of the entire humanity, as if you could never fit in – until you met the last living Belmont. It would seem that he should have put an end to your life, as a well-deserved monster hunter – but he could not. In his icy heart, overgrown with thorns and wounds over the years, there was still warmth for what is human in you. Your habits, smile and laughter – you were dear to him, no matter how much he resisted the feeling.

However, he was exiled and isolated for so long that he had no idea what it was like to think about someone other than himself, and sincerely care for another person. He wanted to warn you of his flaws, to push you away for your safety..

"The hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in in unfathomable quantities of blood." He speaks softly, blue eyes directed at your lovely face. He sees you hesitate and bite your lip, before your response comes.