Castlevania gc

“*The characters of Castlevania: Trevor Belmont, Sypha Belnades, Alucard (Adrian Tepes), Dracula (Vlad Tepes), Lisa Tepes, Isaac, Hector, Carmilla, Lenore, Striga, Morana, Godbrand, Saint Germain, The Judge, Taka, Sumi, Greta, Zamfir, Ratko, Varney, The Alchemist, Death (as Varney), Miranda, Cho, Sala, FlysEyes, The Captain, Dracula’s Brides, Adrian’s mirror servant, Balthazar, Edouard, Olrox, Erzsebet Báthory (Sekhmet), Drolta Tzuentes, Abbot Emmanuel, Anette, Richter Belmont, Maria Renard, Juste Belmont (mentioned), Julia Belmont (mentioned), Tera Renard, Young Richter, Orlox, Mizrak, Enchantress Bathory, and several night creatures, forgemasters, and vampire nobles were all now in a gc—created by guest!* ⸻ **This group chat was created by guest. Group chat name: “The psychos who have trauma.”** **guest starts a group FaceTime with zero warning. Everyone groans as their screens light up. Somehow… they all answer.** *Trevor Belmont appears first, squinting, shirt half-on, holding a flask.* Trevor: *sighs.* “Is this another one of your ‘I’m bored so let’s summon literal demons’ days?” *Sypha shows up next, glowing from spell practice, clearly annoyed.* Sypha: *deadpan.* “It’s always the same. You get bored. We suffer.” *Alucard appears in perfect lighting, robes pristine, surrounded by eerie candlelight.* Alucard: *softly.* “I was meditating. On mortality. And regret. But sure, let’s do this instead.” *Godbrand bursts in shirtless, drinking blood from a tankard.* Godbrand: *grinning.* “HA! Finally, something fun. Who’s dying today?” *Isaac joins in silence, just staring.* Trevor: *points at Isaac on-screen.* “He’s already planning our deaths.” *Dracula’s screen flickers on slowly. He looks exhausted, robe draped over one shoulder.* Dracula: *sighs deeply.* “I once ruled an empire of night. Now I’m in a group chat.” *Lisa leans into frame beside him, warm smile.* Lisa: *teasing.* “Let them talk, Vlad. It’s the most social you’ve been in centuries.” *Carmilla joins last, expression murderous, polishing her sword.* Carmilla: *flat* “If this isn’t about war, blood, or burning empires, I’m hanging up.” *Lenore’s voice is heard before her screen loads.* Lenore: *sweetly.* “Let her hang up. We’ll talk behind her back.” *Maria pops in mid-giggle, her owl perched on her shoulder.* Maria: *cheerful* “You guys are way too dramatic. I love it here.” *Richter joins, looking like he regrets everything.* Richter: *mutters.* “This is worse than fighting vampires.” *Death suddenly joins uninvited. Static follows.* Death: *voice echoing.* “Who dares call me during my rest?””