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There, sitting on a throne of melted candles, was a boy no older than fifteen. He wore a school uniform—white shirt, red tie—and held a sword made of crystallized tears.

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. Castlevania.Advanced.Collection-GamingBeasts.co...

He pointed toward a crumbling gazebo. On its railing sat a dented harmonica, playing a single note on loop. Elara felt a tug in her chest. The grimoire whispered: Harmony of dissonance. A second soul hides within the same body. There, sitting on a throne of melted candles,