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Alucard turned his head. For the first time, the mask of cold aristocracy cracked. Beneath it was something raw. "I know. I have outlived every friend I ever made. I will likely outlive you, too. And I am so tired of attending funerals for people who taught me how to feel."

"My family is dead," Richter whispered.

Annette had felt it first—a pulse of absolute zero radiating from the south. The Vampire Messiah, Erzsebet Báthory, had not just seized the night; she was devouring the concept of dawn itself. She was raising a fortress of frozen blood and screaming souls, and with every peasant she drained, another star winked out of existence. Castlevania- Nocturne

The rain over the Boston wharf was a lie. Alucard turned his head

Alucard drew his sword, the runes flaring to life, casting his pale face in a ghastly glow. He looked less like a savior and more like a ghost who had forgotten he was dead. "I know

It felt real enough against Richter Belmont’s skin—cold, sharp, and smelling of brine and rotting wood. But so had the illusion of his mother, Julia, standing in the parlor of their burning home. So had the vision of the Abbot, praying to a God who had already closed His eyes. Richter had learned that his whip could cut through flesh, bone, and even the mist of a nightmare. But it could not cut through memory.