Alucard sheathed his sword in one fluid motion and walked to the edge of the dock, standing beside Richter. For a long moment, they both stared into the black water.
He stood alone on the dock, the Morning Star coiled at his hip, heavy as a coiled serpent. Behind him, the city slept in terrified ignorance. A few candles flickered in windows. A dog barked somewhere in the dark. They didn't know that the sun was being unmade. Castlevania- Nocturne
Richter grinned—a sharp, desperate, stupidly brave grin. "No promises, vampire." Alucard sheathed his sword in one fluid motion
Beside him, Alucard raised his sword. The last son of Dracula and the last heir of Belmont stood shoulder to shoulder on a dying wharf, facing an eclipse made flesh. Behind him, the city slept in terrified ignorance
The rain over the Boston wharf was a lie.
(A short story / character sketch)
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