Broken •|Dracula Smut|• [Castlevania]

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"She loved us both, enough that she wanted us to be our own people, living our own lives, making our own choices. And so here I am," he dug the stick into the side of Dracula's face, "choosing to honour my mother by killing my father." With a very deliberate stroke, he slashed a line through his father's likeness, destroying the image he'd so carefully wrought.
"No longer Adrian Tepes, choosing to be Alucard of Wallachia, the name of my mother's people." He glared at slashed drawing, angry all over again at his father, and in pain all over again at the loss of his mother. A tear slid down his porcelain skinned cheek, splashing onto the image of his mother. Adrian, no, Alucard, dropped his head.
"I'm sorry mother." He whispered.

His head snapped up as he heard the footsteps of his allies, looking up to see Sypha and the Belmont.
He turned away, swiping away the broken images of his family.
"And so we begin again."

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Farther away, Trevor and Sypha were arguing over whether Trevor was nice or not.

"I'm a nice person. I am." Trevor was stating in his defense. "I know how to be nice."

"No you don't." Sypha retaliated simply.

"I do. I'm nice to everybody."

"Then why are most of the stories you've told me the last few days about you arriving somewhere and then getting punched in the face?" She gave him a deadpan look.

"That's because everyone else is a horrible piece of shit."

"See?" She muttered to him.

"What?" Trevor retorted, confused as they reached the hole in the house.

Ignoring, Sypha stepped up to their third member of this peculiar trifecta.
"So, how do we proceed?"

"Have the Speakers left?" He asked instead, not turning towards them but rather fidgeting with his stick.
"Yeah." Trevor spoke up this time.
It was then that Alucard turned towards Sypha.

"I'm sorry. In success you will see them again soon, in far happier circumstances." He smiled slightly at the woman.

Trevor, immediately knowing where this would lead, skulked further into the building as Sypha turned to him with a smug smile.
"See, he knows how to be nice."
Then her gaze became serious.
"Is it true?" She asked. "The Castle can travel somehow? We know the stories, but sometimes, it's hard to separate myth from truth." She referred back to her Speaker family and their tradition of Oral storytelling.
Trevor, who had reached the trunk, rummaged around inside for a drink.
"Tell her about Dracula's Castle, Alucard. Her day can't get anymore ruined."

Alucard looked up, seeing the looming structure he grew up in, in his mind's eye.
"Dracula's Castle moves. How to describe it? It travels without moving. It appears at locations as if... Well as if by magic." He spoke, just as Trevor pulled a bottle out of the trunk.
Sypha stepped towards Alucard.
"There has to be some way to trap it. How do we start?"

Trevor, with an annoyed look at finding the bottom half of the bottle broken off, muttered to himself. "I want to go home."
Sypha turned to him, once again annoyed.
"Have you been drinking again?" She demanded to know.
"Some chance," Trevor turned to her, "but no. I want to go home. The old Belmont Estate."

"I was under the impression it was destroyed." Alucard spoke from his corner, "Villagers, pitchforks and torches that sort of thing."
Trevor looked down.
"It was, but the value of the old house wasn't the house itself."
He rose up.
"It was what was underneath it. The Belmont Hold. Our family library and trove."