Castlevania- Nocturne 〈2025〉

"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.

"You could have helped us in Machecoul," Richter said, the accusation flat, devoid of heat. He was too tired for anger.

(A short story / character sketch)

"My family is dead," Richter whispered.

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

"Try not to die before I do," Alucard said.

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. "Let her come," Richter said, and for the

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