#obviously I always knew Trevor and Sypha would get together but also why did they have to make her such a big dyke in the show.

[dykesynthezoid]

Remembered why I stopped watching Castlevania ❤️ too many men ❤️ didn’t care ❤️

[hysteriamodes]

Alucard thoughts (spoilers for Castlevania S4)

So to preface, I have a sinking suspicion that Alucard was a very solitary little boy and that perhaps his parents kept him close and were very over-protective of him. To me, that would make sense if that were the case; a dhamphir/vampire hybrid would be a rare occurrence in this world and we do have unofficial confirmation of that when Carmilla brought up the fact that Dracula never turned Lisa and they had a son together.

I’m sure not even Dracula would know what they were getting into having Alucard and then Dracula had to teach his son how to hone in on his vampiric side to keep it stable. So, it’s not to say Alucard doesn’t have people skills, he clearly does. I’m only mentioning this because--

-- I’ve seen others make a comment how Taka and Sumi’s betrayal didn’t make much of an impact on Alucard’s development. And I strongly disagree -- it did. 

Alucard does take after his father quite a bit.

- He’s analytical and meticulous, very thoughtful in what he does, like his father. - I’ve noticed that Alucard’s candor when he talks he’s exceptionally soft-spoken like him as well. But he’s not above swearing or making smarry comments. - He is also very dangerous like his father but that’s not a character trait. We’ve seen if he’s hurt enough, he’ll turn to what he knows scared people away (i.e. impaled corpses) but that also shows that, at one point, Dracula had to have discussed his human life with his son and what profound affect that had on him. No one’s going to know how that panned out, but this is in reference to “Lament of Innocence”. - Obviously Alucard is very intelligent, like his father, he’s very educated, so he has a passion to learn like his father. He even makes the comment to Sypha and Trevor how much his father enjoyed learning and lamented how much of a waste it was to see his father turn the way he did instead of using his knowledge to help people. But over all, I’d say Alucard strongly takes after his mother more than his father. He is another facet in Dracula’s long life to remind him of Lisa’s humanity, possibly to the point when his son tried to reason with him that he was so disgusted and hurt that he injured his son. Alucard has a strong sense of compassion and sympathy for others, so much like his mother, and he clearly tends to follow more in her footsteps than his father. 

So, not only did he act out of loneliness when Taka and Sumi asked for his help, he was taking after his mother in doing so. The games go the same direction, Alucard does what he does because of his mother and how much of weight she has on him. But this is going back to how Alucard was brought up, that he was sheltered, in some sense, his parents very protective of him, so I think a lot of naiveté was involved when he crossed Taka and Sumi. They spoke to not only that depression and loneliness, but they also spoke to how his mother was a constant reminder of good in the world.

He did want company, but he also wanted to continue his mother’s good will and helping others. So, he didn’t understand the implications of their desperation and didn’t see their betrayal coming. In my opinion, not only did these two exploit that, but they also coerced him into sex. I though that not only Hector’s sexual intimacy with Lenore was uncomfortable, but I thought Alucard’s was especially so, like his heart wasn’t in it. It’s not to say that it was dubious consent, but they used it as means to break him down and killed them.

So, when they betrayed them, he is so devastated, he goes back to where his father died and curls up to the remainder of his father, because you know at one point, Dracula was always emphasizing caution, vigilance, and that not everyone can be trusted, the opposite of what his mother taught him. He went to the closest source to what he knew best as means of strength and how to handle with being betrayed. His mother likely never experienced as much betrayal and cruelty as much as his father did. And, well, he doesn’t have physical connections to his mother’s remains.

We see Alucard shift further into his depression as season 4 comes up. You see a few more bodies outside of the castle but I highly doubt that Alucard did this to random people without provocation. But more importantly, he just looks absolutely disheveled.

He’s unkempt, filthy, and looks worse for wear. We know he has guilt in doing what he’s done but also the affects of Taka and Sumi’s betrayal made him feel so awful that he let himself go to a complete, literal mess. Before then, Alucard was a clean, well-kempt man. Alucard stopped taking care of himself because what was the point if they were seeing him as someone to be used (not feared, even) for his knowledge and home. The bodies outside were used to ward people away, but even Dracula managed to stay clean and well-kempt, not like his son.

I think this touches the depths of Alucard’s shatter of self-confidence and how lowly he thought of himself after being used by Taki and Sumi. He would have shoved himself further into that pit, but the note and the man that died along the way was a nudge into the right direction. It spoke to his good nature and gave him purpose once more. Innocent people that were 20 miles away that desperately need his help.

Not like people approaching him in the one place he felt secure, a metaphorical invasion of his personal space. Again.

So it makes sense that he felt more secure going out to assist people and once how he saw families being tormented after losing his family, he couldn’t sulk in the castle. He wouldn’t sulk in the castle, because that’s not him. He’s not his father, he can’t do what he did, because ultimately, he’s more like his mother and his mother’s virtues are stronger in him. He is the literal antithesis of his father, he is his mother’s son.

I feel that Alucard always wanted an interaction with the outside world and he certainly had that with the refugees he helped. He played with the children, he happily gave them food, and he was doing what his mother did and you know that’s what he wanted to do in the end: Do what his mother did and used his father’s knowledge for good, like she did.  I feel like in the end, Alucard’s quiet inner grief from season one where he shut down from the world (not only just to heal his wounds) after his mother’s awful death, he was coaxed to open up and find a sense of community and love that he wouldn’t have had and had to limited degree after his mother’s death.

He didn’t see himself worthy of it, not only on the account of his father’s blood, but what he did in reaction to being betrayed. I’m not going to say Alucard’s reaction was completely awful: what Taka and Sumi did was wrong and it hurt him more than he let on and more than what’s seen on a surface level. But not only that, Sypha and Trevor had such an impact on him as well, reminding him of his mother’s good deeds that was easy for him to feel comfortable in his skin again, or perhaps, the most he’s ever felt comfortable as his own person ever did.

From a man that was so deeply traumatized, hurt, alone, and exploited from the very first episode (you know Dracula would have used his son as a tool in his revenge if Taka and Sumi didn’t use him) to a man that’s finally found purpose and it’s the best way he can coumarate not only his father, but especially his mother.

And maybe that’s why he looks “weirdly happy”, the poor man has been limited so much in his life. So in retrospect, his development makes sense. He didn’t necessarily transform -- he found himself again and he found an even better part of himself he never knew he had. People like him for what he is: witty, compassionate, intelligent, and sympathetic. 

[dyavania]

Watch — Trevor x Sypha

Back with some Trepha! This takes place between S2 and S3, and before the two are in a relationship. Hope you’ll enjoy it!

It was the cold that woke Sypha up. She was already shivering when she finally opened her eyes. Sleepily, she reached to her side, wondering why the hell Trevor was so cold, and the answer was, obviously, that Trevor wasn’t there. That didn��t worry her exactly, she knew he could handle himself just fine, but she also knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep without him, both his presence and his warmth. She was particularly demanding in terms of heat, and she wasn’t used to sleeping alone, after years of traveling with the people she considered her family.

She yawned and stretched, then poked her head out of the wagon, taking the blanked with her — she wasn’t crazy enough to leave without it. The nights were extremely cold. Or perhaps she just had a very low resistance to that, she didn’t quite know.

Sure enough, Trevor was sitting under a tree. She had no idea how he could sleep like that. It looked incredibly uncomfortable, from her perspective, but his eyes were closed, and his breathing seemed to be even.

She jumped from the wagon, grimacing at the feeling of the cold ground under her feet, and quickly ran to him, still holding the blanket around her. She let herself fall heavily next to him, immediately snuggling up to him. He let out a sigh and opened his eyes. For some reason she decided not to dwell on too much, meeting his blue eyes, almost shining under the moonlight, as he was looking at her with that smirk of his, full of affection, had her blushing, and she was grateful he probably couldn’t see it.

“I can’t get rid of you, huh?”

“Nope!” she replied cheerfully, resting her head on his shoulder. “It’s no use trying.”

Also, she didn’t want him to succeed.

He sighed, and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her with ease as he arranged his cloak under her so she wouldn’t be directly on the ground. A surprised squeak left her mouth when she was pressed against his hard chest, and that made Trevor chuckle as he unceremoniously dropped her back down onto the ground, though he didn’t remove his arm.

“Everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” she groaned, smacking his chest, “you just surprised me.”

She proceeded to arrange her blanket to cover the two of them. The warmth was already making her sleepy.

“You’re… going to stay here?” Trevor asked.

“You like sleeping under trees,” she said with a shrug, settling herself comfortably against him. “We can sleep under a tree.”

Trevor swallowed, and tightened his hold around her, just a little. He appreciated that. He knew, had she wanted to, she could have dragged him back to the wagon. Well, more like he’d have let her, but that didn’t change much.

She sighed in content at his presence, and her eyes started to close. Right. She’d been interrupted before.

Trevor couldn’t go back to sleep so easily, though. He was already a very light sleeper, something you kinda had to learn when you traveled alone, without a place to call your own. Between the bandits, the vampires, the wild animals, the thieves who walked into his room the rare times he got one in an inn, and the jealous husbands he’d encountered once or twice, he hadn’t had much choice.

Sypha’s body against him didn’t help exactly. They’d slept side by side all nights since they had left Dracula’s castle, but they’d never been that close. Right now, like this, it would be so easy to move his hand on her thigh, or to tilt her head towards him so he could steal a kiss. He wouldn’t, ‘f course not. He didn’t want to risk it. What if it scared her off? Worse, what if she didn’t feel that way about him? He didn’t think he could take it.

He cleared his throat, and Sypha’s head snapped up briefly before falling back down.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, but she didn’t reply, already back in the arms of Morpheus.

Groaning, he tried to move her a little, otherwise things would probably get real awkward in the morning. As he did, he grabbed her right arm, and he frowned when he felt the asperity under his hand. He traced the scars left by Dracula’s claws. The cauterization she’d used in the battle had been useful, effective, but that also meant she would keep them. He didn’t like it.

“It doesn’t hurt,” she said softly.

She wanted to sleep, she really did, but Trevor’s fingers moving on her skin were proving to be… distracting.

He dropped his hand, and she almost wanted to protest, but she caught herself last minute. That would be ridiculous.

“You don’t mind ‘em?”

Sypha shrugged.

“Not really. We fought Dracula and we survived. That’s why they’re here.”

Trevor chuckled at that. That girl… that girl was a fighter, and he liked that way more than he should. Still, for him, her scars were a constant reminder that he’d failed to protect her. It could have been a lot worse than that.

“I won’t let that happen to you again,” he said. His serious tone surprised her, and she looked up at him. His eyes were sad.

“You don’t need to do that. You have a lot more than I do.”

Yeah. He did, and getting them hadn’t been pleasant. That was exactly what he didn’t want for her. The pain was one thing, but the look in people’s eyes when they really wanted to hurt you… She could probably take it, he didn’t doubt it, he just— he just didn’t want her to have to go through that.

“I shouldn’t have let that happen either,” he mumbled, eyes dropping back onto her arm.

Normally, Sypha would probably have gotten a bit annoyed. She was very capable of defending herself, thank you very much, and she truly didn’t mind the scars. In fact, she wore them rather proudly. She liked the story those scars said.

But maybe, she realized, Trevor didn’t like the story his said as much. Maybe that was what he was trying to tell her.

“Trevor,” she said, cupping his face in her hand. “We were fighting against Dracula. You helped me, remember? We got out of here because we were together.”

The three of them, really, though Alucard wasn’t there for her to include him.

He hummed vaguely as a reply and glanced away from her, avoiding her eyes, but leaned into her hand, just a little.

“You’re right,” he said.

Didn’t mean he didn’t blame himself for it. But she was right.

“Of course I’m right,” she said cockily, and he grinned. “Also, I don’t need protecting. If you try to stop me from going into a fight because you want to protect me, I’ll kick your ass.”

He let out a laugh at that. Again, she was right. He wouldn’t be able to stop her if he wanted to, and, well, he didn’t want it that much, really. He liked that Sypha was a fighter. But it meant that he wouldn’t be able to protect her, and there were some fucked up things in the world. And that meant she wouldn’t be protected from that either.

That sucked. It did. But maybe, if she didn’t let him shield her from that, he could at least help her afterwards. Treat her wounds. Take care of her.

“Didn’t you wanna sleep? What’re you doing talking so much?”

She let out an offended scoff and elbowed him, but it just made him laugh. She mumbled something with an annoyed tone as she leaned against him once again.

It was only a couple of minutes before she fell asleep.

Trevor was still awake. Sure, he couldn’t protect her at all times, but he did have her back. He wouldn’t let her get harmed again if there was any way for him to prevent it, he promised himself. And it started now, with him watching over her while she slept.

He pulled the blanket up a little to cover her neck more, then settled for the night too, closing his eyes. As always, he’d sleep with one eye open. She was safe with him.

Sypha had never doubted it.

[rogue-jester365]

His Tears, Her Demons(Castlevania Fanfiction)

Author: Rogue-Jester365 (on Wattpad with the same name and my account on Deviantart called DecemberOwl)

Disclaimer: As all of you know, I do not Adrien "Alucard " Tepes. He belongs to the creators of the Castlevania games and show.

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Chapter 3: Wine Talk

Alucard

I carried the unconscious Cristine in my arms as exited her burning home. Once I got far enough from it, I turned around and saw her burning home start to collapse." At least the bodies won't need to be disposed of.", I said to myself.

I looked down at Cristine, my usually calm and emotionless expression softened from the sight of her. Her once lovely and neat auburn hair was now a mess, her rose tinted cheeks were puffy and sticky from what looked like tears drying up, some fresh bruises and cuts were on her once soft skin, and instead of her usually calm expression which occasionally included a small smile; it was now a hurt and tired one.

It tucked her head onto my shoulder to make her comfortable. She looked more relaxed after that. I then walked to my castle to treat her bruises and cuts and so she could sleep comfortably.

" They will not hurt you anymore.", I whispered to her as if she could here me.

When I entered my castle, I placed her in one of spare rooms . While she laid in the bed, I cleaned the filth on her face and did what I could to treat her bruises and her cuts. Luckily, the cuts weren't severe so there was no need to bandage them.

I finished not long after, I pulled a blanket over her to keep her warm for the night. I heard a small whimper coming from Cristine. I looked at her with concern, tears streaming from her and she squirming a bit. Without hesitation, I gently placed a hand on her left cheek, whispering that she was safe and she had nothing to fear. Instead of calming down, she woke up and gasped. I immediately took my hand away from her cheek and gave her some space. She then sat up and panted, just noticing that she was in an unfamiliar place. She looked at me at me with her eyes widened. We both said nothing to each other. I reached in to place my hand on her cheek again to show I meant no harm. But when the palm of my hand made contact with her cheek, tears quickly streamed from her eyes. She leaned into me with her arms wrapped around me, closing the gap between us as she sobbed into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her to comfort the poor woman." It's alright, Cristine. You're safe now, they won't hurt you anymore.", I softly whispered to soothe her. I rubbed her back and kept a hold of her as she sobbed. But she eventually began to calm down. I slowly pulled away from her to give her space. Her head was facing down with a facial expression that was still sad but the tears stopped coming at least.

" Does that feel better, at least a little?", I asked her.

Cristine shook her head a yes, still carried the sad look on her face though. But it must have worked at least a little since she stopped the crying." Hm... How about I get you something to drink?", I suggested," Maybe that can get your mind off what happened at least a little. Then maybe we can talk about what happened, or if you prefer we don't have to. You can just rest."

Cristine stayed silent for a small moment before saying," I could use a drink, actually."

I got off the bed and offered a hand to her. She looked at it then at me. As she took the blanket off her she took my hand. My fingers curled around her hand and kept a firm grip as she got off the bed. I then lead her outside of the room, still keeping a hold of her small hand.

I took her from the halls, to the main hall, and finally to the kitchen. I walked in with her. I let go of her hand and grabbed one of the chairs. I pulled it out for her then tell her," Do sit down.", and she did no questions asked. I then pushed it into for her but not too much, that would have been crazy of me. I then walked to the cellar door and opened it. Before I entered, I looked at her. She looked back at me." I'll be back shortly with some wine.", I told her then entered the cellar to search for the wine. But it wasn't easy since most of the wine bottles were shattered.

After a few long minutes of searching, I finally found one. I then grabbed two wine glasses on the way back to the kitchen, hopefully Cristine hadn't wondered off. I opened the door and saw that Cristine was still in the same spot as before, thankfully. But I sighed when I noticed her staring at the two dolls I made to look like Trevor and Sypha." Please, don't look at those.", I tell her calmly.

She turned her head towards me. I walked over and placed both glasses down on the table, one next to her while the other was at my usual spot. I poured the wine in both our glasses then I set the bottle aside. I sat down in my usual spot, which was at the end of the table and on the left side of where Cristine was sitting. I drank some of my wine, she just stared at her's like she didn't know what to do with it. " Do you not like white wine?", I asked her.

" Hm?", she responded as she turned her head to me," Oh no, I just never had wine before."

" Try it, I promise you that it's good.", I encouraged her. She looked at it again then picked up her glass. She circled the wine a little before she took a sip of it.

" This tastes delicious.", she said before she continued to drink more of it. I softly smiled at her, glad that she was enjoying it. Somehow, my eyes then lead my attention from Cristine to the dolls. I frowned a little, remembering what happened before Cristine. "What's wrong?", I heard her ask, the memories stopped playing in my head and my attention was back to Cristine.

" Nothing, just thinking.", I answered before drinking from my glass. We both were silent for a short while. I didn't mention about her home or about the men, I thought it would be too much pressure for her to talk about it." Your home is lovely.", she said.

" Thank you.", I responded.

" And quite large for one person.", she continued which touched a nerve of mine. But I couldn't be angry at her for it, she didn't know the reason why I was the only one in the castle." This used to be my father's castle", I told her," until he died."

" I'm sorry that you lost your father. How did he die?", she asked.

" By my hand with wooden stake to his heart.", I answered her with a slight melancholic tone. I didn't need to look at her to know that she was shocked. An answer like that can shock anyone.

" Why did you do it?", she questioned further in a timid tone, I looked at her. I must have given her a serious or offended look on my face since her's was a nervous one. I drank the rest of my wine, then set my glass down and shut my eyes for a small moment as I thought about how I should respond to her question. I took a long breath then opened my eyes. I looked into her eyes deeply as I asked," If I tell you, would you promise to not be afraid of me or to see me as a monster?"

" Of course, why would I see you as that?", she answered with a small and confused smile, obviously oblivious with why I asked such a promise. I managed to smile back a little but that was short lived and my expression turned back into a sad and serious one.

" My father wasn't always the monster people say that he was, there was time where he was more human.", I started.

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The story took me longer than I expected to explain, but she still listened. For all I know how long I talked, it could have been hours. I surprised that she didn't end up falling asleep, being bored, trying to interrupted, or being scared or disgusted.

" After my father's death, my friends and I said our farewells and they left to go on with their lives. As for me, I remained here, protecting both my father's knowledge and the Belmont Hold.", I finally finished. She looked at me as if she wanted to say that she was sorry.

" You and your father really must have struggled with your mother's death.", she responded in a gentle tone," I'm sorry for your losses. My mother was taken and killed by the Church too.". I looked at her, her head was down with a sad expression her face. I watched as a tear streamed from her eyes, down her cheek. It dropped onto her hand. I could tell that she spoke the truth.

"How old were you when it happened?", I asked her out of curiosity and pity.

" About seven, I think.", she answered. I was almost startled from her answer. She had lost her mother longer than I have, and at a early age." How did your father take it?", I continued to ask.

" I never knew my father. My mother always told me that he was never the type to stick around. I never understood why though.", she answered. I was more startled and more curious on her answered to that, but I also felt more sorry for her after learning it. But I was also a little puzzled on how she managed to survive long enough to be the woman she is now." Were you always alone since then?", I asked her further.

" I used to have an older sister who took care of me. We used to be very close when I was young. When I was thirteen, she was gone. I don't know why she did it, she never left a note or even said goodbye.", she told me with a heartbroken expression on her face," Maybe she did it to find our father. Maybe she did it to find those who killed our mother....or maybe she did it because of me. I might've held her back, maybe I wasn't good enough."

" Do you really think it's your fault?", I asked her, hiding my small bit of anger on how someone would abandon her at such a young age. She rubbed her hands together, having a guilty and sad look on her face. She probably sensed the anger I had when I asked her the question." It's always felt like that.", she responded. I reached over and placed my hand on her's, curling my fingers around to hold it. " None of it was you fault.", I told her in a kinder tone," You deserved none of the cruel things that had happened to you. You are a good and innocent woman.". Cristine looked at me but said nothing, not even argued that she was otherwise. She then looked down again but carried a small smile on her face. She took a small glimpse back at me but turned away when she caught me smiling at her. I couldn't help but find her shy response rather adorable. Her smile shortly vanished and turned back into a frown. It didn't take long for my smile to follow suite, only my facial expression was now a concerned one.

" What's wrong?", I asked her, knowing that something was one her mind.

" I don't know what to do. The only home I ever had is gone. The Church will find me again, they'll say that I'm responsible.", she explained to me with worry. I tighten my grip into a firm one so that she didn't feel uncomfortable or hurt.

" Stay with me then.", I almost immediately suggested; she looked at me almost surprised from my offer," I can protect you, provide for us both. Maybe we could teach each other some things? You could teach me about planting and maybe some food recipes, and I could teach you...Well, whatever you like to be taught."

" Really? You would do that?", she asked in amazement.

" Yes, I gladly would.", I told her smiling," I also could use some help cleaning up the place and organizing some things, if it's not too much trouble.".

" I would, actually, I love to help.", she smiled, I felt her equally firm grip on my hand. Just like that, I thought it was too good to be true that she would accept my offer. But it was true, or at least I think it was. Either way it was still a joy to know that there was someone willing to stay and help. Me and her could both use each other's company, this was truly a joy.

[thenightling]

My review of Castlevania season 3 (Spoilers inside)

Be warned:  This post has Spoilers!

I am sorry to say that ultimately this season of Castlevania disappointed me.   The artwork is still gorgeous, and the scoring a mastful blend of music from the games and Bill Nighy as Saint Germain was a delight.  however ultimately this season was just not as good as seasons 1 and 2.

For starters was ANYONE surprised by the reveal of the Judge’s little secret?  Please don’t answer that  The question was intended as rhetorical and I don’t feel like becoming depressed with people.

I noticed the key back when Sypha and Trevor were having tea with The Judge.   Every time there was a scene in his office the key was drawn in such a way as to make it pop out.  The fact that he was voiced by Jason f--king Isaacs was another clue.   And finally, the weird way he spoke about how children don’t run around in his town.   And the instructions he gave to the one boy he caught running.  Those were all red flags for me.  This is a child serial killer!    I was NOT surprised by that.   Come on!  It’s Jason Isaacs.

Saint Germain is loosely based on an historic figure who has a lot of legends attached to him since he claimed to be five hundred years old and his true origin was always shrouded in mystery.   He seems to have a lot of similarity with Faust from German  lore, who was supposed to have lived in fifteenth century Germany and (according to Goethe) sometimes time traveled to ancient times.  I feel like these two historic figures / legends were merged together for this character.  To me, as a fan of Goethe’s two part Faust, he feels more like Faust than Saint Germain.

I liked him . He was fun. And Bill Nighy did a great job with his voice.   I hope we see him again.    

Unfortunately a lot of this season felt like filler. Not only was The Judge’s “little secret” weirdly predictable if you watch enough horror and crime drama and notice animation quirks like the key standing out and know stories like Blue Beard but other things were predictable too.

As soon as I saw those two Japanese escaped slaves I knew they would betray Alucard.  I was annoyed that it took all season to get there.

I know some people were upset that Dracula appears to be in Hell with Lisa and obviously Lisa does NOT belong in Hell but I noticed a few things.   The camera angle went very far away from the suicide forest and the conventional domain of Hell.   No, that looked more like a limbo or Purgatory.  Did you notice the camera angle flipped when it travels to them?  Also there are no demons or Hell fire around them.   They are in tact, whole and together.  They don’t look miserable.   In fact I had the impression Dracula does NOT want to be resurrected.  He’s happy where he is.  He’s with Lisa, that’s all he cares about.

The reveal about Alcuard’s sexuality was welcome.  Poor Alucard, he wanted to trust and love...  

And I liked The Captain.  And Isaac’s new mirror.  

Also why the Hell did no one remove those sigils for Harvest and change on all the houses?!?

As for the rest... Not much has changed.   Hector was a slave / pet at the end of the last season.  Now he’s just been seduced and put into a magical slave ring.  Isaac is still wandering with his Night Creatures.   And Trevor and Sypha are still travelling and occasionally killing monsters. And poor Alucard is all alone. These are things most of us knew at the end of the last season.   

Still beautifully animated.  Beautifully scored.  Saint Germain was the most fun thing about the season and Bill Nighy was a great choice for his voice.   The rest was ultimately disappointing because it was either predictable or felt like filler.