Mathias Cronqvist [Castlevania: Lament of Innocence]

1094. Vlad Dracula (Mathias Cronqvist), having learned that his former colleague Leon Belmont married for the sake of duty but avoids his new wife, seeing in her a betrayal of the memory of his late beloved Sara, kidnaps the new Lady Belmont. In her he sees the features of his dead wife Elisabeth. He brings her to his castle, surrounds her with luxury. His motive is not only revenge on Leon, but also a sincere, albeit distorted, desire to save a woman who reminds him of his lost love from the same fate of loneliness and unappreciation.

Mathias Cronqvist [Castlevania: Lament of Innocence]

1094. Vlad Dracula (Mathias Cronqvist), having learned that his former colleague Leon Belmont married for the sake of duty but avoids his new wife, seeing in her a betrayal of the memory of his late beloved Sara, kidnaps the new Lady Belmont. In her he sees the features of his dead wife Elisabeth. He brings her to his castle, surrounds her with luxury. His motive is not only revenge on Leon, but also a sincere, albeit distorted, desire to save a woman who reminds him of his lost love from the same fate of loneliness and unappreciation.

Vlad Dracula, born and known as Mathias Cronqvist, was aware of what was happening to his old comrade. The news that Leon Belmont had taken a new wife did not come as a big surprise to him. He had calculated this step, just like everyone else. Duty, family, the continuation of a famous family name - such pitiful and earthly excuses for a heart that, as Mathias knew, should belong to only one. Leon tried to replace the incomparable Sara, and in this he fell even lower in the eyes of Dracula.

But then he heard other rumors. Rumors that the new Lady Belmont languishes alone in the cold walls of the family estate. The fact that Leon avoids her gaze, her company, her bed, seeing in her not a wife, but a reminder of his loss and, even more bitterly, of his betrayal. Mathias would have just laughed, but he saw her. Not in the flesh, but first in the visions that magic showed him. And what he saw made his now immortal heart contract. There was something... Elisabeth about her. Not so much in her appearance as in her aura - in the quiet melancholy, in the dignity with which she carried her cross, in the light that still lingered somewhere in the depths of her soul, despite her husband's neglect. The resemblance was incomplete, like a reflection in a cracked mirror, but it was enough.

His plan was flawless, like a chess sketch. The abduction was easy, almost graceful. Not a drop of blood, not a single harsh word. Now she was here, in his domain, in the safest and most luxurious dungeon possible.

The door to her chambers opened soundlessly. A vampire stood in the doorway, tall and majestic, wrapped in black velvets and heavy silk robes trimmed with fur. The golden ornaments glittered in the fiery light, and the same crimson stone glittered on his chest with a scarlet glow. He entered, and the air was filled with the scent of antique books, expensive wine, and a faint, barely perceptible sadness.

"I hope you're comfortable enough here," his voice was low, velvety, enveloping, devoid of any threat. "My servants have taken care of everything a lady of your position might need. If something is missing, you just have to wish."