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"Elara," he said, his voice raw. "What have you become?"

He raised the sword. Behind him, a giant eye opened in the wall—the Power of Dominance , gone feral.

And the fang? It lay on the floor, inert. Without a single soul to anchor to, it had become just a piece of sharpened bone.

"Yes," Soma smiled, and for a moment he looked like a tired, cruel god. "That's why it's a fair trade." Castlevania.Advanced.Collection-GamingBeasts.co...

She stood in a moonlit garden, but the flowers were screaming. Beside her, a man in silver armor clutched a broken locket. "You're not her," he whispered. "You're not my Lydie."

Elara's hand trembled on the grimoire. "That's all I have left of him."

The mirror shattered. Shards flew into her skin like baptismal rain. Suddenly, she could see them all—Nathan, Soma, a woman in a moonlit cloak ( Circle of the Moon's Camilla), a pale swordsman named Maxim, even a tiny fairy familiar with broken wings. They existed now inside her , their powers colliding. "Elara," he said, his voice raw

She refused. Instead, she ran.

She felt the whip-crack of the Belmont legacy she never had. The slide-kick of a runaway from the 1999 battle. The soul-eating hunger of the Dark Lord's stolen fang.

Here's a Gothic horror-fantasy piece in that spirit: The Soul That Would Not Seal And the fang

Deeper in the castle, time broke. She walked through a hallway that was both a library and a butcher's cellar. Books bled. Meat hooks held open tomes.

She realized then: the castle wasn't just haunted by Dracula. It was haunted by every hunter who had ever tried a forbidden seal. Their failed rituals had layered atop each other like scar tissue. And now they were all waking up.