Castlevania- Nocturne -

Alucard sheathed his sword in one fluid motion and walked to the edge of the dock, standing beside Richter. For a long moment, they both stared into the black water.

"You could have helped us in Machecoul," Richter said, the accusation flat, devoid of heat. He was too tired for anger. Castlevania- Nocturne

"Alucard." Richter’s breath fogged in the air, though it was summer. "You're late." Alucard sheathed his sword in one fluid motion

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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.

"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."