Is There A Vampire Painter Character In Castlevania?

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded. So, when I was ordered to become his blood servant under the title of his fiancée, I made a call to my father. “In seven days,” I said, my voice clear and final in the dark, “make the name Elena Rossi disappear from this city. From vampire’s world. Forever.” In seven days, when Vincent finds his precious living blood bank gone, he went insane. And this decade-long game of predator and prey… will have a new set of rules.

This is just a story, about the special destiny of a human girl who met the prince of the Vampire nation. A mythological creature in a fairy tale that is told as a 'bloodsucker' figure. Initially, all went well. They are close to each other, until the seeds of love grow between them. However, everything changes when the girl finds out that the person she loves is not human. Will he still love that person? Will their story go well even if the girl finds out if the one she loves is a vampire, or is it the other way around? . . . I, Henzie Van. An ordinary woman who got an unexpected destiny from God. Destiny that begins with a meeting that was never planned. My meeting with him. The encounter that forms a love story. Love humans and mythological creatures named Vampires. This is the story of my destiny...

Master Vampire — Lord Elbert, lost the one he loved dearly to a unfortunate circumstance, and a thousand years later when he sees her again he will stop at nothing to protect her. Then a dark mysterious force enters town which threatens to expose the identity of supernatural beings to the world and kill the Masters lover.

Waking up in a gloomy damp cave is not a problem. Finding only a dirty men's shirt and high leather boots is also fixable. But what about the fact that you remember absolutely nothing? Who are you? Where are you from? Why was here? There is only one unknown ahead. Well, at least a noble knight got caught on the road. Picked up, washed, fed, but volunteered to help. And soon a young, handsome lord will appear. It doesn't matter that a vampire - we ourselves are toothy!

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

A real estate broker came to the island of Orsica at the request of a wealthy client. Little did he know that he was about to unleash an evil force intent on returning to the mainland to spread malice in an unknowing world. It was the vampire Dante, thought to have been destroyed a century ago, but who had instead recovered his strength and waited for the opportune time to exact revenge on his enemies.