The cold stone of the throne room felt more like a tomb than a seat of power. Gabriel—no, —opened eyes that had seen centuries of rot. The air in the modern world tasted of sulfur and electricity, a bitter contrast to the damp moss of his old castle.
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"You look tired, Father," a voice echoed. Alucard stepped from the shadows, his silver hair catching the flicker of a dying torch. The cold stone of the throne room felt