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---Halloween night ---
Halloween night in the city had a strong energy as it was known Castlevania City was a remarkable destination for Halloween lovers, since the City has been rebuilt after the demonic infection of Bioquikment Corporations, it was the first re-edition of the events since then.
From atop the Wygol Cathedral balcony, Dracul observed the world below with mild distaste, thinking to himself (Why would these mortals want to be creatures? They have no idea what curse immortality is).
There comes Alucard, he took a deep breath, steadying himself before speaking, his voice laced with a plead.
“Father, I know we have centuries behind us, but there are moments I missed out on, moments that no time or power can ever bring back. Would you like to go with me to this event"
“Why would I, the Prince of Darkness even consider mingling in flimsy disguises?” "he ended this in a rich, sardonic voice as he turned to his son.
“You may see Halloween as a trivial attempt to mock the darkness, but to me… now I guess it’s a chance to reclaim something we never had a normal Father-Son relationship” A smile played on Alucard’s lips as he spoke again, his eyes bright with a rare spark of boyish enthusiasm. "Imagine for a moment that I was a child again, even if this didn't exist holiday didn't exist then, it would have brought me great joy. Just picture it"
Dracul’s expression softened, for a brief moment, he saw a vision of himself with a young Trevor, a small boy with his mother’s eyes, laughing in awe at his father’s every move, The image stilled him. The years between them, years lost to grief, anger, and war, felt heavy. Was it really so foolish to entertain the notion?
"I understand son" He looked back at Alucard with a smile, then released a quiet sigh. “And if I agree... what exactly do you expect us to do? Haunt the streets as father and son?" this was reluctant amusement.
Alucard’s face brightened with an idea as he leaned forward, a playful spark in his eyes. “Father, I know exactly how we should go out tonight. What if we used our old human forms—Gabriel Belmont and Trevor Belmont -dressed up as vampire hunters!”
Dracul arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he considered the idea. “You want us to stroll the streets as Belmonts, vampire hunters? As if that would amuse anyone but ourselves?”
Alucard chuckled. “Exactly, Father. We’d be hiding in plain sight. No one would expect the real Dracul and Alucard to go about as hunters. It would be the ultimate irony, and nostalgic, too.”
A wry smile tugged at the corner of Dracul’s lips as he imagined it. “Very well!"
“Deal,” Alucard said, a genuine smile breaking through. For tonight, they’d walk among the mortals not as the legends of darkness they were feared to be, but as the hunters they once had been.
With a flourish of his hand, Dracul summoned a shimmering, dark aura that swirled around them both. Dracul’s towering figure transformed, his armor returning to the regal red, blue, and gold. His hair was chestnut brown, his eyes were blue again.
Alucard watched in fascination as his own appearance morphed. His familiar, ethereal garb faded, replaced with the blue and white armor of his former self as Trevor Belmont. It hugged his frame, accented by silver and leather detailing, and felt surprisingly light. His hair was a long and black and slick.
Dracul adjusted his gauntlets, rolling his shoulders as though reacquainting himself with the feel of his old armor. “It has been ages since I wore this,” he mused, a nostalgic glint in his eye. He turned to Alucard, looking every bit the Belmont knight he once was. “You look just as I remember, Trevor.”
Alucard smiled softly. “Likewise, Father.”
---Later---
As they strolled through the village streets,
Homes and shops alike were adorned with carved pumpkins, cobwebs, and flickering lanterns casting eerie glows. Children dressed as witches, werewolves, and other fantastical creatures darted around, their candy bags swinging with each joyful step.
Dracul and Alucard received appreciative glances and murmured admiration wherever they went. People in passing stopped to marvel at their “costumes,” complimenting them on their incredible attention to detail.
“Your suits look so authentic!” a woman dressed as a ghost remarked.
One by one, they collected little treats—wrapped chocolates, caramels, and colorful candy corn. Alucard even got some compliments on his "commitment to character," which made him chuckle. Dracul, with a rare smile, seemed pleasantly surprised by the warmth of their reception, something he hadn’t felt in ages.
“We’ve gathered quite the haul,” Alucard observed, glancing down at their full bags of candy.
Dracul glanced back at the night sky, a little bemused but satisfied. “I suppose there’s something to be said for blending in,” he admitted, his voice softer than usual.
Alucard’s smile faded for a moment as he looked up at the stars twinkling faintly above. “I wish Mother were here,” he said quietly, almost to himself. He turned to Dracul with a wistful look. “And I wish Sypha and Simon were here, too. They’d have loved this.”
Dracul placed a comforting hand on Alucard’s shoulder, his eyes softened by the night’s calm. “They are here, Alucard,” he assured gently. “They watch over us, in ways we can’t always see. And tonight, they’re seeing us laugh and live as a family, just as they’d want.”
Alucard nodded, a slight smile returning to his face.
Alucard turned to his father with a warm smile, his voice softened by the night’s embrace. “Happy Halloween, Father.”
Dracul’s gaze softened as he looked at his son, affection in his eyes. “Happy Halloween to you too, son.”