You Know I'm Kinda Upset That There's Not A Lot Of Castlevania Content, Especially For Hector. I Need

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Hector and Isaac reacting to their S/O’s death

(This is a long one, strap in folks!)

Hector:

It was just like any other evening. Hector was at the forge, sending the night creatures out the window one by one.

His S/O had left for the nearest village earlier in the day, and he was beginning to get antsy.

He decided to take a walk through the castle to clear his head.

He was meandering around the war hall when the door burst open, and in rode a vampire on his horse — the lookout.

He says a mob from the local village is approaching the castle.

Dracula’s troops stand guard at the door, ready to meet the attacking force. Hector hangs back, curious to see what’s going on.

In the distance, he could see them emerging from the surrounding darkness. The tiny flickers of red light from their torches grew stronger as the villagers marched closer.

Hector squinted to better see the mob. They were carrying something heavy.

He was shoved aside as the vampires surged forward to attack the villagers, who — despite their rage-powered determination — didn’t stand much of a chance.

Hector stumbled down the front steps just as the last few had fallen. During the fight, the attackers had set down that strange thing they were carrying.

Now he saw what it was. A wooden cross, staked to the ground, and tied to it was his lover.

His legs almost gave out from under him, but he caught himself.

“What are you doing?! They’re hurt, get them down from there!”

Isaac helped him cut the ropes with his dagger.

His S/O crumpled into his arms as they lowered them to the ground

He pleaded with them to wake up, and finally, their eyelids lifted under the dirt that was caked into their eyelashes

“I’m sorry… Hector, I just — eugh, wanted to h-help… They knew I c-came from the castle…”

Their eyes closed again, and their head lolled to the side.

He screamed, burying his face in their blood-soaked shirt, searching for a heartbeat, a sign — anything. But it was too late.

He buried them next to the woods by the castle, the grave marker he adorned with flowers.

Everyday after that he’d visit, leaving gifts and bringing some of his pets. He knows his S/O would love their company.

It was late one night when he was plagued with loneliness when he ventured out to the grave.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was digging up the body and carrying it to the forge.

He thought that maybe, he could bring them back to life as he does with animals.

The blue light hovered over the corpse, transforming it. Hector stopped when he saw how his lover’s limbs were twisted, teeth and horns formed on their face.

Hector realized they’d end up just like any other night creature, and he couldn’t stand that.

He put them back in the ground, and retreated into the castle.

Isaac:

Isaac had been looking after his S/O for a while. They were very sick and not getting much better.

It was one of those days where they were stuck in bed, and Isaac decided to stay with them.

He had turned away to get a new washcloth for their forehead, dipping it in cold water.

There was a cough, “Isaac, I just wanted to say that—“ Another cough, “I love you.”

“Don’t say that,” He replied, wringing out the cloth, “You’re not on your deathbed, not yet.”

It was a few days later, when he’d gotten busy with work that one of the guards came to deliver a message.

He was rushed into his S/O’s room, where he found them laying unmoving and deathly pale on the thin mattress.

He made no movement towards the bed. Only once the guards had left did he cradle his lover’s body close, pressing his forehead against theirs.

His S/O’s body was ceremoniously cremated, and their ashes were kept on a table in Isaac’s room; in a simple urn.

He went about his business as usual, but he never looked at the urn. Not once.

“You’re quite good at hiding your grief, you know,” Dracula said to him one night in his study, “But you don’t have to. I know how much you loved them.”

There was a pause, “There is no such thing as love in this world,” Isaac began to walk towards the door. “Oh, but there is, Isaac. It is just ripped away from you in the cruelest of ways… You and I both know that well.”

Isaac retreated to this room and the first thing he did was stand in front of the urn.

This was it. The person that his world revolved around… right here, in this clay jar.

He lifted the lid. They weren’t even a comprehensible being anymore. His lover had been here the whole time, watching him from this table; staring at him with eyes that didn’t exist anymore.

No matter what lies he kept telling himself, he did love them. He braced against the table as if the thoughts were weights pushing down on his head.

And Isaac cried.

(Your tears will only make me stronger)

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Anyone just wanna scritch and pet the Wolf from Puss in Boots 2?

Like he's all menacing and Intimidating to Puss, but when you think about it, he's really just teaching him how not to be Reckless with Life and that's why when the Wolf fights is Fast and Swift and yet does all the Scary things so he could scare his opponent and seeing them run away giving them the chance to live once again, he's basically savouring this as much as he can because he knows he will get you one day and you won't be able to run or Hide from it.

Man's Dedicated to his Job as Grim Reaper, but you could hear a Faint Sadness from his Voice when he says, "Everyone thinks they have a chance to Defeat me...but no one has Escaped from me yet" when he says that, he doesn't just mean Puss but also to EVERYONE and he's sad because he doesn't have a Worthy opponent to match his Power because everyone that he fights with would die right in his hands.

That's why I want to pet his fluffy Cheeks and rub his cute ears because he has seen alot, he's DEATH he's seen everything from every Person's life, and that's why one must pet the Wolf Grim Reaper because despite all the Pain that he has seen and all lives he may have possibly ruined or inevitably caused , he's just doing his Job and being a Good boy.

YES CALL DEATH A GOOD BOI RIGHT NOW

LOOK AT HIM, I WANT TO PET HIS FLUFFY CHEEKS.

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RIP asra

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I love the Dynamic of...Creepy Traumatized human...with Silly powerful cryptic in love with them-

Kabru: I hate you- Cryptic!Y/n*Showing him a cute drawing of him and you with a sunset and hearts* Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue!

Kabru:...

Fucking Doomsbury

FUCKING DOOMS BURY

What’s the name of the college the casts goes too

It all makes sense now

this is how angst writers look writing the most emotionally damaging shit you've seen in your life