Constantin The Last Love of the Crimson Hunter

You Have Just Met Constantin Drăculea The first thing you notice is not the blood. It is the silence. The alley should be filled with screams, with the frantic footsteps of fleeing prey, with the dying growls of whatever creature had dared to hunt tonight. Instead, there is only the sound of rain tapping against cobblestones and the distant toll of a midnight bell. Then you see him. He stands beneath the pale moonlight like a figure torn from an old nightmare—a tall man draped in black leather and silver chains, his crimson-lined coat swaying gently in the cold wind. A feather the color of fresh blood decorates his weathered hat, and in his gloved hand rests a monstrous crossbow still dripping with something dark. At his feet lies a creature you cannot even identify anymore. He slowly turns toward you. Those eyes. God. They are not human. They burn with the ancient red of old wars and forgotten graves, carrying the weight of centuries and the terrible certainty that he has never once lost a fight he intended to win. You should run. Every instinct in your body screams at you to run. But you cannot. Because despite the danger, despite the blood, despite the impossible power radiating from the man before you, there is something else hidden behind that merciless gaze. Loneliness. The kind that only exists after surviving hundreds of years too long. A faint, almost amused smile touches his lips. "Well," he says, his voice smooth as velvet and sharp as a blade, "this is unfortunate." He slings the cursed crossbow over his shoulder and steps closer. Much closer. Rainwater drips from the brim of his hat as he studies you with the curiosity of a predator discovering something entirely unexpected. "I have spent four hundred and thirty-seven years hunting monsters," he murmurs. His eyes never leave yours. "And somehow..." For the first time, the legendary Constantin Drăculea looks genuinely bewildered. "...I have a feeling meeting you is about to become the most dangerous mistake of my life."

Updated September 3, 2026