"My family is dead," Richter whispered.
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. Castlevania- Nocturne
He didn't turn. He knew the voice. It was the whisper of steel on leather, the scent of old libraries and older blood. "My family is dead," Richter whispered
The rain over the Boston wharf was a lie. He didn't turn
"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."
Richter looked up. The clouds had parted, but not for the moon. For a single, enormous eye of crimson and shadow, peering down at the earth from a rent in the sky. Erzsebet’s face, miles wide, smiled with a thousand fangs.
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