Oh, you know. His family served the Church for centuries in service of ridding Wallachia against the night things, only for his generation to be called witches and sorcerers and accused of summoning those things into the country in the first place. [Alucard sighs tiredly, even as he manages a lively twirl as a part of the dance.] Family home set alight, noble title lost, and he was the only surviving member of the whole clan. He was young when it happened and grew up moving from town to town, hiding his own identity.

[Not quite what happened to witchers, but the themes repeat.]

Only now can I appreciate how fires and the church destroyed both our families, given that his ancestor moved to Wallachia to hunt my father centuries ago.