"No," Alucard said quietly. "She fears what you represent. A lineage of spite. A family that would rather burn the world down than let the night win. That is a terrible, beautiful thing."
Richter finally turned. The vampire’s son was dressed in black and silver, his long platinum hair damp with the false rain. He held his father's sword, its blade etched with runes that wept light.
"I stopped to watch the sun set," Alucard said. His voice was a low, musical baritone, stripped of irony for once. "I thought it might be the last one."
"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." Castlevania- Nocturne
"She's here," Alucard said, not a question.
Richter's hand flew to the Morning Star. It hummed, sensing the presence of true evil.
He stood alone on the dock, the Morning Star coiled at his hip, heavy as a coiled serpent. Behind him, the city slept in terrified ignorance. A few candles flickered in windows. A dog barked somewhere in the dark. They didn't know that the sun was being unmade. "No," Alucard said quietly
The rain over the Boston wharf was a lie.
"Try not to die before I do," Alucard said.
Richter almost laughed. Almost. "You think dignity matters? She drank the blood of a Sekhmet. She controls the night sky. Maria's beasts can't scratch her. My magic is like throwing firecrackers into an ocean." He looked down at his own hands. The hands that had failed to save his mother. "I'm not the Belmont she fears." A family that would rather burn the world
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.
"Alucard." Richter’s breath fogged in the air, though it was summer. "You're late."
The rain stopped. Not faded—stopped. Mid-drop, the water hung suspended in the air like frozen tears. The temperature plummeted. The candlelit windows in the town behind them went dark, one by one, as if a giant hand was snuffing them out.