Castlevania- Nocturne | LEGIT |

He didn't turn. He knew the voice. It was the whisper of steel on leather, the scent of old libraries and older blood.

"Alucard." Richter’s breath fogged in the air, though it was summer. "You're late."

And the night screamed back.

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"Let her come," Richter said, and for the first time that night, his voice did not shake. He cracked his whip, and the air itself screamed. Castlevania- Nocturne

Richter grinned—a sharp, desperate, stupidly brave grin. "No promises, vampire."

"I was helping." Alucard gestured vaguely toward the east. "There are other horrors. The Forgemaster's disciples are digging up the graves of every battlefield from the Rhine to the Pyrenees. While you fight the queen, I fight the pawns. It is... undignified." He didn't turn

The rain stopped. Not faded—stopped. Mid-drop, the water hung suspended in the air like frozen tears. The temperature plummeted. The candlelit windows in the town behind them went dark, one by one, as if a giant hand was snuffing them out.