Seven moons passed. The stars, once silent, now whispered the night of fate. A night where horror and hope clashed beneath heaven's eye.
The Saintess held the hand of the dying woman — young, fragile, pale as snow. Sweat fell from her brow like a waterfall. Pain stabbed through her like a thousand unseen swords. Yet she pushed. Not for her own life, but for the lives within her. Her love was stronger than any shield, sharper than any blade — and yet her body, like glass, began to crack.
Then — the first cry never came.
A boy entered the world in silence.
Hair white like fallen snow.Eyes red like spilled wine.Pupils split — vertical, bestial.Skin grey like ash, neither of the light nor of the night.
The Saintess lifted him. He did not cry. He did not stir. He simply looked… tired. And then, gently, as if bored by existence, he fell asleep in her arms.
Moments later, his twin arrived — the mirror's reflection in light.
Golden hair like sunlight on still water.Eyes glowing like melted gold.Skin the same grey — ash kissed by midnight blood.He cried. Oh, he cried. A wail like thunder cracking the sky in two.
The Saintess placed both in their mother's arms.
And she — she wept.
Tears fell like rivers unleashed."I love you," she whispered, lips trembling. "You are beautiful… so beautiful."
She cradled them. Her voice cracked. Her heart broke.
"Forgive me, my sons," she sobbed, "I will not see you grow. My time is near."The stars blinked, and the heavens held their breath."The fate you carry… is worse than death. You are destined to kill each other."
She pressed her lips to the forehead of the quiet one.
"You… cold as snow… my firstborn… I name you Lazarus. I beg the gods… help you escape your cursed fate."
Then she turned to the child who screamed at life.
"You, my light… Alucard. You who rejected your blood, yet are bound by it. I name you thus, and pray you embrace both your halves… and reject them too."
She kissed them both.
Then, clutching them to her chest, she whispered through tears, "Please… Saintess… don't let them kill each other. I beg of you."
The Saintess placed her hand on her shoulder, voice soft.
"Cry not, child. Your sons will save us all."
But in her heart, she knew — to heal this mother was to make her live to see her children suffer. And no mother deserves such a curse.
She embraced her.
"Sleep now."
The woman smiled through tears.
"Lazarus," she whispered, "take care of your little brother."
Lazarus giggled. Alucard raised his arms, reaching for his mother.
"Eat well. Bathe often. Listen to Grandma Saintess…" she smiled through cracking sorrow.
And with that, she closed her eyes — holding her sons as death kissed her quietly.
She died smiling.
And at the moment her soul departed, Alucard screamed.A cry like a lion mourning the sun.
Lazarus did not scream.His tears fell silently. But then — a storm broke.
The Saintess felt it.The mana — overflowing.
The mana — it erupted from him like a bursting dam. Raw. Untamed. Terrifying.
The walls trembled. Candles flickered and died.The ground cracked beneath the Saintess's feet.
The air grew thick, heavy, as though mourning something ancient.
This was not the cry of a newborn.
It was grief incarnate — unvoiced, yet deafening.
The Saintess held him tighter. His tiny face was emotionless yet full of tears, but his power screamed.
And then — it stopped.
In a single breath, he bottled it all.
The chaos collapsed into silence.The tremors faded. The light returned.
But the Saintess felt it — the seal he cast upon himself.
It wasn't magic. It was will.
A newborn had suppressed his own sorrow. Hidden his tears.Refused to cry.
Not because he could not.But because he chose not to.
Even now… even then… Lazarus did not allow himself to feel.
Above them, a vampire king stirred in his throne. Dracula, lord of night, opened his eyes. Red as fire.He felt it.
"The destroyer is born," he grinned. And with that, he flew — shadows parting before him — toward the Church of Alaria.
He saw them.
The Saintess rocking the twins. Her lips trembling."Hush now, Lazarus… your mother watches from the heavens."She kissed their foreheads, trying to hold back her tears."Do not cry, Alucard… she is with you still."
Dracula, hidden in the rafters, smiled."Lazarus… and Alucard. The destroyer… and the savior."
Without sound, he dropped behind the Saintess, shadow upon shadow.His fingers — long and sharp — pierced the air.Before she could turn, he seized the quiet child and vanished.
Then pain. A bite. Fangs sunk into the neck of Lazarus, dragging out the mortal coil.Blood spilled.The child screamed — and still, no one moved fast enough.
"YOU DARE STEP ON HOLY GROUND?" the Saintess roared, magic crackling through her voice.
"You dare harm a child who just lost his mother?!"
Dracula stood at the balcony, child in arms, eyes gleaming.
"I have every right," he said coldly.
And then, he was gone.
Vanished with the wind. A whisper of evil.
Alucard screamed.The Saintess collapsed beside the mother's body.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I failed you. I failed them…"
And outside, far beyond the reach of gods and prayers, a prophecy began to bloom — watered by blood, tears, and the silence of a brother who could not scream.