[The dhampir is not sure what he expected, even seeing the set up for the ritual. He knows, at the very least, that it was not the display that all gathered have just witnessed. It would have been enough to summon a god to devour someone. The transformation, the sickening crack of bones as form was forced upon the one responsible for a month of nightmares, is simply.
Alucard knows he has no words to describe it. He instead sits quietly, trying to recall if his father ever wrote of something similar in his worst moments. It is the kind of thing he can see his father experimenting in, in his prime, when he was Dracula and the Belmonts saw him as a plague - not the brief two decades of peace that Alucard had .
What he does not do is stand and take a bone. There is only a quiet exhale, and a soft observation:] Hardly fair to take closure from someone who needs it.
LAST RITES -- After, OTA
Alucard knows he has no words to describe it. He instead sits quietly, trying to recall if his father ever wrote of something similar in his worst moments. It is the kind of thing he can see his father experimenting in, in his prime, when he was Dracula and the Belmonts saw him as a plague - not the brief two decades of peace that Alucard had .
What he does not do is stand and take a bone. There is only a quiet exhale, and a soft observation:] Hardly fair to take closure from someone who needs it.