#olrox my aztec god

[logan-motherfucking-rose]

Listen....I'm sucker for every vampire media. Always have and always will, so with that i can call myself a...connoisseur (if you will).

And never.

NEVER.

I have seen the vampires with the sprinkle sprinkle razzle dazzle of the folks from Castlevania.

Dracula???

Carmila??

OLROX?????????

FUCKING ALUCARD???

DROLTA????

Them animation people were on some other level

[saintbarou]

if i may speak.

[ladyandherbooks]

So many of the conversations that Olrox has with other characters are incredibly interesting, with a lot of stuff hidden in between the lines.

One of my favourites is his conversation with Drolta at the graveyard. In their conversation you can see just how little Drolta knows about the New World and what happened there. She tells Olrox that they've seen empires rise and fall, unaware that the empire that Olrox saw fall was his own, talks about how fickle humans are and how they flit from one God to another, again unaware that Christianity was forced upon the Aztecs and many other cultures in the Americas in an attempt to wipe out the indigenous religions and gods.

And Olrox, being the intelligent man that he is, hears Drolta talking about her human life as a priestess of Sekhmet he decides to test Drolta by bringing up the fact that her goddess and her temples are now lost and buried.

And Drolta doesn't care, she doesn't feel that loss of her culture or her past. She isn't sad. But Olrox, a man who doesn't have that kind of belief and has never been particularly religious, you know that he feels the loss of the Aztec temples, that he is still saddened by the loss of his people's religion.

And then we get the line about making a new world, and Olrox states that he's heard that one before and Drolta states that let's make this one last. And again she hasn't done her homework as she doesn't realise that the last time Olrox heard that it would have been the Spanish as they conquered and almost wiped out his people.

It's yet another important difference between old world and new world vampires. The old simply don't take the time to learn and realise just how different the lives of vampires like Olrox are compared to theirs. They just simply assume that they are the same because they are vampires. But we can see from Olrox they couldn't be anymore different.

[dingus11111]

Merely a Mizrak x Olrox smut fic, but can we get Mizrak worshipping Olrox in a way, like body worship and that sort 🤭

when/location/what even they’re wearing is completely up to you

Now you.. you’re on to something. >:)

(My cat was snoring while I wrote this. 😭😭🙏)

MIZRAK X OLROX!!!! (Again)

Content includes: Top!Mizrak, Bottom!Olrox, gentle sex, anal sex, oral + rimming (Olrox receiving), body worship, praise, modern au, outdoor sex, hurt with comfort, Olrox is still a vampire and still had his first love before Mizrak, they’ve been friends for multiple years in this fic, Olrox is struggling with self image issues a bit, slight slow burn, both of them have liked each other since they first met, I can’t tell if they’re OOC or not. 😭

Birds sang sweet melodies throughout the woods. The sun brought blissful shine and casted it upon the surrounding forests and fields. A warm breeze floated through the air. Little streams trickled here and there. Stones were scattered about, tripping unlucky wanderers.

Lush green leaves and grass filled the two’s sight.

Olrox took a deep breath in, savoring the earthy scent of the forest. It comforted him in a way. This forest was away from civilization. Away from people.

He glanced over at Mizrak, taking a second to admire the man. Broad shoulders and a muscular stature. He had beautiful eyes that reminded Olrox of coffee.

“Do you enjoy the forest, Mizrak?” Olrox asked.

Mizrak continued to look forward while he answered.

“I do. It beholds all of God’s creations and so I love it.”

The Aztec hummed a response. Olrox was not one for Mizrak’s god, but he still listened nonetheless to show off his appreciation for the bearded man.

Though, it seemed that Mizrak wasn’t doing the same as of late. He seemed distant towards the vampire. Uninterested even. And for some odd reason, this was upsetting to him. Olrox was normally a nonchalant person, but Mizrak caused so many feelings to stir inside of him.

The relationship between the two was undefined. They weren’t together, but they certainly were not just friends. They have kissed and had sex before, but there were no feelings attached. At least there wasn’t supposed to be.

Olrox has realized lately that he would blush softly around Mizrak. That his undead, usually non-beating heart would start to beat ever so slightly. This troubled Mizrak. He had lost a loved one long, long ago and vowed to never love again. He didn’t want to go through the pain of it once more. And so, Olrox hid it. He kept it buried deep down just like how a casket would be put six feet under.

The Aztec snapped out of his trance to a spacious field of flowers. Daisies sprouted up from the ground. The daisies danced as the wind blew.

If Olrox’s heart was made of glass, he was sure a crack just formed. He was reminded of the day he confessed to his first love. Daisies surrounded him as he held his lover close so many years ago and then the memory of watching his lover die in front of him plagued his mind.

Olrox looked to the side, hiding the fact that he teared up. Mizrak glanced over at the vampire and noticed the despair that hung over Olrox. He decided it was best to not question it. Instead of asking, he turned to face the vampire, unsure of exactly what to say. He too, had developed some sort of feelings for Olrox. He was unsure of how to approach them due to his ever so slight internalized homophobia. He wanted to be the one Olrox relied on and loved, but he did not want to disappoint his god.

“Do you want to set up here?” The Turk gestured to the edge of the flower field that was still shaded by the large, almost colossal trees.

Olrox nodded and the two began to lay out the blanket and place the tupperware of various food around the blanket. Each of them sat on their respective sides.

It was now sunset. The air became cooler. The golden rays of the sun turned everything into an orange haze. The sky was different shades of pink, orange, and blue. Whispy clouds could be seen every so often.

The peaceful surroundings had a calming effect on the two. They basked in each other’s presence, putting aside the fact that they were both nervous. They yearned for the other and hated it. They had their own specific reasons as to why they couldn’t accept it and neither of them knew the other’s reason. Though both were calm, they found the silence between them only fueling their underlying anxiety.

Olrox sighed deeply, gathering as much courage as he could piece together in his head. He hoped it would serve as makeshift armor from the anxiousness for the time being.

“I want to talk about us.” He winced silently at the feeling of vulnerability.

The bearded man looked in his direction with the same stoic expression he always wore. Deep down, Mizrak was freaking out. He knew he had been distant recently and knew that he could no longer deny his feelings for the vampire.

“Yes?” He urged Olrox to continue.

“What are we?… Or rather, what do you want us to be?” The green eyed man stared into the distance, not wanting to look in Mizrak’s direction because he was afraid of a reaction.

Mizrak sat there, not expecting this to happen so soon.

“Why have you been so distant? A-am I not good enough for you, Mizrak?” The vampire’s voice cracked as he spoke.

A tear rolled down Olrox’s cheek. This was the second time he had ever cried over someone else and he was hundreds of years old. Olrox was head over heels for Mizrak at this point. He wanted nothing more than to be with him, but the Aztec convinced himself that it just wasn’t possible.

Mizrak swiftly moved close to the long haired man.

“Look at me.”

Shakily, Olrox did so and peered over at the brown eyed man. His own eyes widened as Mizrak leaned in, pulling him into a soft kiss. The vampire hesitated. He didn’t want to fall for anyone ever again, but he finally received what he had been wishing to happen for multiple years now.

The short haired man realized he was getting no reaction. He pulled away and muttered quick apology, embarrassed at his actions. As he moved back to his spot, Olrox grabbed hold of his hand. He pulled Mizrak back towards him and pushed his lips against the other. The Turk blushed for the first time in many years. He never expected for his feelings to be reciprocated, especially not by the man he’s desired since day one.

Mizrak kissed back as one of his hands made its way up to Olrox’s face. The kiss was gentle, and soft. So much emotion was smashed together by this kiss, and the feelings fit together like pieces of a puzzle. Their souls were set on fire in a blaze of yearning and love.

As they broke the kiss, the green eyed man pressed his forehead against Mizrak’s. Olrox’s breath trembled faintly. A delicate smile formed on his lips.

“You know, I confessed to my first love in a field of daises.” Olrox chuckled quietly.

Mizrak simply listened, pulling his forehead away from the other so he could nod.

“Quite frankly, I hate daisies. They remind of when I watched him… die.” The vampire’s smiled faded.

“Although, maybe you can make me love those stupid flowers… Make them remind me of you, and not the death of him.” Tears threatened to fall from Olrox’s eyes.

“Or maybe this is all a one time thing. Maybe I’m making this all up, Mizrak.” He focused directly on the bearded man this time.

“Don’t say that.”

“Maybe I’m not good enough for you.” Heavy tears rolled down Olrox’s face.

“Don’t say that.. This.. Well.. I love you, Olrox.” Mizrak finally confessed his feelings to the vampire that he had been pining for.

Olrox’s breath hitched. A small gasp made its way from his throat. Those three words hit him like a brick. The Aztec had no words. Olrox had felt the exact same way, but did he really want to do this? Did he want to have the possibly risk of a loved one leaving again? His brain spiraled before he finally hardwired. This was the man he wanted.

“I- I love you too, Mizrak.” He smiled, leftover tears in his glassy eyes.

Mizrak grasped both of Olrox’s hands in his. He spoke softly, his voice deep and rough.

“I want to show you how much I love you.”

This was first for Olrox. They have had sex before but it was rough and just for the fun of it. No actual emotions, just pleasure. He felt a blush appear on his cheeks as he grasped the fact that there was actual love behind his actions, rather than just a drive for ecstasy.

“Then show me.” Olrox voiced as he layed down.

His hair spread out on the blanket, the strands getting tangled with each other. He looked angelic to Mizrak.

The Turk got on top of him, one knees in between Olrox’s leg, and the other on the outside. His hands on both sides of the vampire’s head. Mizrak leaned down to gently kiss the man that was beneath him.

Olrox felt his dick twitch in his sweatpants. He wanted to feel Mizrak against him, touching him, praising him. The bearded man moved his kisses down to Olrox’s neck. He inhaled the green eyed man’s scent, smiling as an earthy smell filled his nostrils.

“You’re so beautiful, Olrox.” Mizrak whispered into the Aztec’s ear.

Olrox’s face went bright red. He wasn’t used to compliments no matter how confident he seemed.

“You always will be to me.”

Mizrak’s hand moved down as he moved back so he could take off Olrox’s shirt. Once it was off, he continued. His hand was on one of the vampire’s large pecs, groping it here and there. He teased the nipple between his fingers, rolling and flicking it.

His lips moved downwards towards Olrox’s chest, taking his sweet time to make sure every spot was kissed and appreciated. Mizrak’s mouth moved to Olrox’s right pec as his left hand continued to play with his left nipple. The brown eyed man started to suck on one of his nipples. The long haired man groaned lightly, waves of electricity making their way down to his painfully hard cock. Mizrak took note of his bulge and crept his hand down to Olrox clothed erection.

“You’re perfect. Every part of you is.” Mizrak practically sang Olrox’s praise.

The Turk got up and took off the vampire’s sweatpants and boxers. Olrox’s hard cock sprang out. He breathed out a sigh of relief as the cool air brushed against his dick. Mizrak took a minute to admire the man below him.

It was now dark out. The moonlight accentuated Olrox’s defined musculature. His hair looks absolutely heavenly. His slightly accelerated breathing made Mizrak even harder than he already was. He delighted in the fact that he would get to show Olrox his love, not just speak it. His hands seemed to move on their own. They caressed down his torso, eventually reaching where Olrox needed Mizrak the most. His aching dick. The short haired man took the length in one of his hands, leisurely stroking up and down. He leaned back over the Aztec and proceeded to kiss around his abs. His mouth left hickeys in its wake.

Finally, he brought his face down to Olrox’s cock. It stood at a full length of 7 inches. It was just an inch smaller than Mizrak’s. He found Olrox completely irresistible.

The bearded man put his hands on Olrox’s thighs and spreaded his muscular legs apart.

Mizrak took his sweet time kissing and licking the tip. He brushed his fingers up and down the shaft to tease Olrox every so often. Moans and gasps broke free of the vampire’s throat, encompassing the air around the two. Mizrak, at last, moved Olrox’s cock into his mouth. He moaned at the feeling which caused soft vibrations to hit Olrox’s dick.

“Mizrak..” The Aztec gasped and shivered at the odd feeling.

Olrox tried to close his legs instinctively as Mizrak pulled his mouth of off the green eyed man’s hard penis. Olrox wasn’t used to this much attention and Mizrak wouldn’t have any off it.

“I want to see all of your gorgeous body. Every single part, Olrox.” The short haired man expressed as he gripped Olrox’s hips and pulled them up to his face.

“Is this comfortable?” Mizrak asked, wanting to make sure the vampire enjoyed every second of their passionate lovemaking.

“Yes.” Olrox breathed a sigh of contentment.

Mizrak put his mouth against Olrox’s hole, licking around the rim. The long haired man’s back arched as he moaned almost pornographically. It felt magical. The way Mizrak’s tongue dipped inside of him and the way the Turk held him with a vice like grip turned him on even more. His body was on fire. Every inch burned with eagerness. His dick leaned a thick glob of precum onto his stomach. Olrox grabbed the blanket and held it tightly. He hadn’t been eaten out before, not even during the numerous times the two have had sex in the past. It was always just a simple fuck, but now it was different. Olrox was being quite literally worshipped by Mizrak. No part of his body was left untouched. He could barely cling onto his thoughts as they were floating away to make room for the immense pleasure.

Right before Olrox was going to cum, Mizrak ceased his movements and pulled away.

The bearded man gently placed down Olrox’s lower body back on the blanket before stripping out of his own clothing. His muscles rippled as he did so. He was extremely well built. This made Olrox blush as he never really focused on it before.

“You’ve made me so hard.” Mizrak stated, a look of pure adoration in his lovely, coffee brown eyes.

The vampire opened his legs, inviting Mizrak in between them.

“One moment.” Mizrak voiced calmly.

He was about to fuck the man he loved. He had done so in the past, but this wasn’t the same as those other times. This was exceedingly different. Both had confessed and both bore pure admiration towards the other. Mizrak took a deep breath, ready to feel Olrox once more but on a personal level as well. He also made silent prayer to his god for forgiveness for loving a man. He never apologized for loving Olrox, only the fact that they were both men.

The short haired man got in between Olrox’s legs. He held the green eyed man’s thighs back so he could access Olrox’s hole easier.

Olrox dripped large amounts of precum onto his abdomen. He smiled as Mizrak pushed the tip inside of him.

“Ngh..” Mizrak breathlessly moaned.

He pushed in steadily. The bearded man didn’t want to hurt Olrox. He wanted to be gentle and loving, unlike the times in the past.

Olrox shifted his head to the side, peeking at the daisies. His moans increased as Mizrak started to thrust in tenderly. It seemed like the world had transformed around him into darkness. With every push inside from Mizrak, Olrox felt the painful memories of his first lover fading away. The cracks in his glass heart slowly repaired themselves, healing as he was taken by the man he’s loved for years. As he came for the first time that night, the stone wall he built around himself was broken down and disintegrated. He was in his weakest, most vulnerable state in this special moment with Mizrak. For some weird reason, he reveled in it. He let his feelings float away up into the moonlit sky and let his sight come back to him. The Turk’s pants and occasional grunts had made their way to Olrox’s ears. He allowed himself back to the present. He moved his gaze from the flowers he now adored, he looked at his stomach. The Aztec’s eyes widened when he noticed that he had already came. He blushed and groaned.

“S-shit.. You feel so good. So fucking good.” Mizrak accentuated each word of the last sentence with a hard-ish thrust.

The brown eyed man lifted Olrox’s legs up to his shoulders and leaned forward. He pressed his forehead against Olrox’s. He panted heavily.

“May I cum inside of.. hah.. you?” Mizrak moaned mid sentence.

A quick yes left the vampire’s lips as he felt himself getting close to his second orgasm. One of Mizrak’s hands moved to hold the other’s hand securely. He wanted Olrox to feel loved, cared for, appreciated.

“I’m.. aah.. going to cum.” A breathy whimper left Mizrak’s throat.

“Me too.. Mmph.~”

The bearded man plunged into Olrox’s hole one final time before he released his load inside of the man beneath him. His hips stilled, letting himself bathe in the pleasure that overwhelmed his body.

Olrox had came at the same time. He felt all of his worries melt away once more. He was on cloud nine. It felt as if he was floating around with Mizrak right next to him. He felt loved.

After a few more seconds, Mizrak pulled out. He layed next to Olrox.

“You did wonderful. I’m proud of you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and needed, Olrox.” Mizrak whispered into the vampire’s ear as he pulled him against his well built body. It seemed that they were going to sleep outside that night.

“Mizrak, I love you. I have for so long. You’ve wiped away my fear. You’ve made me appreciate a flower that I used to despise… Thank you.”

Mizrak chuckled.

“I love you too, Olrox. I always have and always will.”

THATS ALL. THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE. THANK YOU FOR READING!!!

- Charlie <3

[ifishouldvanish]

Like FOR REAL I find Olrox x Mizrak as delicious as the next person, but when I see post after post, tweet after tweet about The Scene in the finale being all "aww, he's crying because he caught feelings for Mizrak 🥹🥹" I feel like I must be going a little bit insane???

Olrox is a 300 year old Aztec man who saw his home get destroyed by Spanish invaders. Who made it to the American colonies and saw the same shit happen AGAIN to all of the indigenous people there. Saw the man he loved try to team up with the American colonists because he believed they just wanted freedom from Britain only to get killed by a white woman for (as far as he knows at least) the crime of just being a vampire?? Only to live to see the colonists push them off their land anyway??

Like??? Colonizers literally considered indigenous people as less than human, that they needed to be 'saved from themselves' and their ~savage ways by abandoning their culture and assimilating into white Christian society, often under threat of death???

Mizrak calls him an animal with no soul!!! Like there are SO many layers of betrayal happening in that moment, and "aw, but they were catching feelings 😢😢" is like... the least interesting of them to me???

Ooohhh buddy ooooh man I am frothing at the mouth I am pacing around my enclosure I am going to LOSE IT I need Olrox to beat Mizrak's ass for REAL, none of that cutesy sparring-in-a-garden shit, i want that man to see God and for the almighty to give him a bitchslap back to earth before Olrox even considers letting him hit again

[krysanthii]

I find Olrox to be a interesting character because he always speaks in double meaning which everything can be put into interpretation. For example: first episode; “Don’t listen to her Richter there is always a choice.”

Kinda found it strange why Olrox spoke to Richter first and even at all! Why communicate with the kid if he was solely there to kill Julia? Than it’s followed up years later where Richter pulls the same question on Olrox too. Perhaps he gave Julia a choice between sparing his lover’s life or he’ll hunt her down and kill her. Or if he hurt her son which is unlikely because I don’t see Olrox hurting kids.

Another example with Olrox seeking Mizrak out in the courtyard when he straddles Mizrak and playfully says: “let’s do this again, somewhere more comfortable”

That did itch my brain a little and I assume it was just queer baiting or a funny innuendo for the fan service or that Olrox wishes to discuss some where comfortable that is environmentally friendly because he is a vampire and they were out in the sun. Next scene they were in bed and oh— OH! congratulations on the show writers for not pulling back any punches! In the inn scene it’s far more insightful when Olrox drops in that “there are demons that were gods and some that still are” which Mizrak throws a hissy fit that there is ONE God. He doesn’t humor Olrox on that any further and stalks off. Olrox walks into the window watching him leaving while standing around direct sunlight and scoffs at Mizrak’s “one god” as if there is only ONE and that his only one god can protect him. Which brings to mind that Olrox being the avatar of Quetzalcoatl is far stronger and completely on the nose. As if saying Mizrak’s only one god will not protect him and it’s Olrox that protected Mizrak in the big fight in the end.

In the alley Drolta finds Olrox eating his Happy Meal and asks if he likes “striking terror in the hearts of children.” Which Olrox assumes the scrappy boy that ran off and he prefers to eat zesty blue bloods from the nobles. Drolta clarifies she meant Richter which he responds to “oh, him.” Richter was not in his mind at all. Richter didn’t have make much of an impact compared to how Olrox had on Richter. He calls Richter “SON of an old foe.” He doesn’t see Richter as a foe or enemy. He sort of smiles and is blasé about it. Julia was his enemy who killed his lover and his revenge died with her. Richter was simply collateral damage and not his enemy. So he doesn’t have any ill will towards Richter.

Another with Drolta and Olrox having a mid night stroll in the cemetary when she talks about creating a new world. Those can be two different things. One of them can be and OBVIOUSLY the fall of the Aztec empire where conquistadors wanted to convert the Aztec empire to Christianity and Catholic. Reading back in history the Aztec Empire became New Spain and the rest of South America like Colombia, Ecuador, and Venezuela were combined into a really powerful empire from New Spain or Viceroyalty of New Spain to The New Grenada and later The Grand Colombia. But that’s like years later.

His interactions with her are my favorite when he looks up at the sky and knows when the sun is coming up. Nor does he clarify when Drolta says vampires feel it because it’s dread. Olrox looks unbothered and asks her if she should be inside and concerned for her safety. Olrox si like Alucard and can be in the sun because of being the avatar of Quetzalcoatl. She asks flirtatiously where Olrox is staying while Olrox answers reciprocates the flirtation and says he likes “to keep his ear on the ground.” As if answering he likes to be a fly on the wall and to go unnoticed while watching everyone else tear down each other’s throats.

The most obvious part we see Olrox a little distress and and looking a bit vulnerable when he’s in the presence of Erzsebet. Olrox tends to butter people up with his interactions with playful banter but he doesn’t even hide his disgust on Erzsebet and doesn’t even let Drolta finish her introduction. His eye twitches whenever Erzsebet he refers to “dragon.”

Olrox is not a dragon but a serpent and dragons are a European creatures so referring Olrox a dragon is not only offensive but erasing his heritage and culture and who he is. Olrox is the avatar of Quetzalcoatl AKA the Feathered Serpent and it’s literally on the nose. Olrox gave a teeny tiny half ass bow when Drolta told him to and gave a full bow when Erzsebet showed off her glowy ball. The sheer disgust on his face not only tells me he had done this before. A lot of times from many conquerers he had to swallow his pride and bow. Anger, humiliation and that scathing look tells it all. He was forced to help these conquistadors to colonize his empire and slaughter his people and he’s reliving it again.

Another can of worms where Olrox pulls a Zuko officially joining on their side to take down Erzsebet. He has an ulterior motive and doesn’t want the world to be in eternal darkness. Olrox isn’t here to fight Richter at all and has nothing against him so their animosity is one sided. Olrox keeps a safe distance but not for himself but also Richter so he won’t get spooked. There is no audience to show off his influence like he had in cellar he was basically flirting or fucking with him. Calling Richter “Little Boy Belmont,” to unnerve him establish dominance and control of the situation so this fight won’t continue any further and mostly to protect Mizrak because Richter and Mizrak were about to brawl. Olrox was putting on a big show to showcase his powers and influence for the Abbot and Drolta to witness. Olrox has a reputation all the way across the ocean so he wanted to make a good impression and all he had to do was stand there and he made Richter Scooby Doo Run out of the cellar. The fight was neutralized and went on his merry way.

Olrox isn’t here to hurt Richter both physically or psychologically like that stunt in the cellar. It’s just them now in the woods. When Olrox says “I could’ve killed you three times by now, ironic I think for the both of us I need a Belmont.” I think there is more history between them that we did not see. Maybe it was with his mother and Olrox and Julia were friends or allies way back when. Olrox treated her with respect and calling her by her full name before the fight and was only here to kill Julia. He says he needs a Belmont but WHICH Belmont? It could be any Belmont! Julia was his go-to person before he killed her and Juste was in France and Richter was a child. Now he’s grown up and a fully realized hunter he’s capable of helping Olrox. I really don’t know what Olrox meant killing Richter “three times.” Maybe as a child, or in the cellar or now during the fight in the woods. There is an unspoken debt between Olrox and the Belmonts and during his long life he knew the Belmonts really well and had contact with them in some way.

Olrox is so mysterious of what he says or does and it isn’t subtle because there is always double meaning behind his words.

[lizardinkart]

Watching Castlevania: Nocturne and Olrox is about to give me a stroke— unstructured rant incoming (spoilers I guess for up to episode 4)

Brother why have they stuck you in a suit. Why is your name Olrox. In what world does this even sound like Nahuatl (if we were doing that shouldn’t the X be pronounced like an sh??). Yes I know they took it from the games but come onnnnnnnn

Like I appreciate the amount of detail in Anette’s connection to the Orisha, which I also know is imperfect. But idk, I’m holding out hope that this Quetzalcoatl mf will get some more time to shine. I want him to go crazy go stupid on any Spaniard he sees (Fuck Cortés!). I did like his line about gods and demons and how gods still hold power even if the church doesn’t call them that, but I also have to squint at it because the neopaganism is poppin’ recently and you gotta watch out.

Praying that this isn’t just Black Panther 2 all over again where Mesoamerican religious identity is just pancaked into a mush of “lol what’s the difference between Maya and Aztec?? What do you mean there’s other people in Central America???” They get some points for not making him like, Huitzilopochtli tho, but I would argue that if you wanna be specifically Aztec and not go for that Pan-Mesoamerican soup he probably would have been a better choice because the Mexica that would go on to become the aztecs did care about Huitzilopochtli a lot more than everyone else did. Quetzalcoatl is a good representative if you wanna just embody postcolonial Mesoamerican rage, but I will sit here and stew about it because man we really get nothing that even tries a little and I am worried about him.

Anyway I’m gonna tinker with his character design because this besuitted twunk is getting on my nerves. I want to see notes from whoever designed him. What was that room like I just wanna know

[creators-island]

If you need more fanfics of Olrox and Mizrak, let me share this diamond with you

Five Suns

MeZaKi93

Summary:

"By lying to myself I lied to you, too... and I hoped my actions spoke louder than my words."

Olrox didn't want to allow himself to love again, but when he did, it gave him new purpose. New reason for his quest to protect his home and his world from a self-proclaimed goddess whom only a god could possibly oppose - even if he thought he was merely imitating one. The darkness was starving the land and it was time for a new Sun to rise.

The first half is set before the end of the season finale, the second part is after. Olrox-centric, inspired by the serpent-form he took in the first episode that is *not* confirmed to be Quetzalcoatl, but might as well be. Hope you enjoy!

Notes:

In Aztec mythology, the world was born when one of the gods sacrificed themselves to be the Sun. The world was destroyed four times and we currently live in the fifth world. I took inspiration from the fact that Olrox's serpent form - I know everybody calls it a dragon, but what if it was something else? - is most likely based on Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent who is a god of light, life and wisdom for the Aztecs. This is an interesting note if it's true and I played with this thought when I wrote this story.

[raimagnolia]

Olrox the Aztec (commissioned by Cyborrrg_| @cyborrrg )

I wanted a piece that represented how I envisioned Olrox to look when he was human. Although the Aztec (Edit: Technically, Mēxihcah) mythos does have a "god of flowers" that represented male femininity and homosexuality, my research found the society as a whole was still very rigid about gender roles, which also passed down a conservative look onto sexual minority expression. So I imagine Olrox being a man from an oppulent enough family of the Mēxihcah Tenochcah, which allowed him access to jade jewelry (forbidden to lower economic classes), and intricate tailored apparel, yet he would be a man that's still forcibly withdrawn.

The quetzal feathers in his quetzalilpiloni (feather hair ornament), prized amongst the upperclass, are beloved decorative ornaments by the Aztecs for the beauty of their native quetzal bird; but the one he holds in his hand has an additional modern-day nod for how Olrox views himself.

His solemn expression juxtaposes the vibrancy of the rainbow feather. Because for all its natural beauty, such an expression of self just can't be seen in his society.

( below the cut are some sketches and versions that didn't make the final cut)

A comparison

Sketches

Inspirations: the male maxtlatl (loin-cloth)

The quetzalilpiloni

More links for the artist:

They do have great Olrox x Mizrak work and even cool and intricate OCs, too. Be sure to check them out!

[local-redhead-bookworm]

Just finished binging Castlevania: Nocturne last night and oh my word it was so good! Spoilers ahead though:

The costumes are absolutely stunning.

I love using the French Revolution as a backdrop for this series and it being relevant to the plot.

Richter is a very distinct character from Trevor and I love that. Also seeing him have PTSD from losing his mom, freeze up during battles, and run away is so important to me

The characters for this show feel more like young adults or late teenagers than the slightly more mature cast of the original series, and I like that.

The animation style is different. I think the characters’ designs feel more distinct from each other than in the original series.

Annette is awesome. An earth-bending warrior who’s hunting down the man who enslaved her? Her character design? Fantastic. I can’t speak to the accuracy or quality of her different cultural backgrounds, but I thought it was a cool element.

Edouard my boy has done nothing wrong ever, he’s just vibing singing opera and casually being part of revolutions

Maria? Just everything about her design and character? Love her

Olrox. I literally will never shut up about Olrox. An Aztec vampire, voiced by a native voice actor, who can turn into a dragon? Confirmed gay within the first four episodes? Also he has such a badass introduction and an impeccable sense of style. He may be evil but he draws the line at colonizers

We are still leaning heavily into the corruption of the church hierarchy as a theme in this franchise, and I am here for it. The Abbot is hair-tugging-inducingly self-righteous. Someone put it better than I did, but essentially he’s that one old conservative at your dinner table who actually doesn’t think certain people deserve rights

Forgemastering has taken on an even more mad scientist flavoring than before, and yet the new forgemaster seems worse at creating effective monsters?

Drolta’s costume design is impeccable, and she’s an excellent villain

The theme of vampires being representative of the rich, the church, and colonizers is so good! Especially to the point that the arch villain of the series is literally a white woman who has appropriated the title of an Egyptian god and is planning to rule the entire world, enforcing her own idea of what the proper order is. I eat that theme up

Also my boy is back and looking like his Symphony of the Night design!

My only critique is that the pacing feels a bit fast, but that doesn’t make or break the show for me.

[logan-motherfucking-rose]

Olrox went to the meeting with Erzbet ready to meet kunt with CUNT. My guy said "i'm here to cause chaos, slap colonizers, and fuck my european boyfriend, i don't have time for your imperialistic bullshit you bitch"

MEETING CUNT WITH CUNT I SAID.

Also. I know errrrrrrrrybody could see his slit irises and no one thought to check my guys background???

[krysanthii]

These are my personal headcanons of Olrox’s life as a human. I’ve seen many posts and read fics about what was Olrox’s life before becoming a vampire and I did a little research of life as an Aztec which send me into a rabbit hole.

Without a doubt I think Olrox worked as a government official. Olrox worked under the Emperor Montezuna II or what the Aztec word for emperor was “tlatoani.”

The tlatoani ruled the Capitol of Tenochtitlan and lived in incredible palaces with their family and advisors. Right below the tlatoani were the tecuhtli. The tecuhtli were men of importance and ruled the city-states. They lived in palaces and greatly supported by the people and kept the empire running smoothly.

They helped the production of fields, served as a local military commanders, represent the people of local villages and city states, ambassadors and distribute taxes.

The tecuhtli were very wealthy and had palaces within their cities. They were dressed lavishly wearing jewelry, feathers and gold because they were of the noble class. And wore purple because purple symbolizes nobility.

In which Olrox still wears to this day with gold and emerald earrings, he wears purple and the cuffs of his jacket that have golden braces or runes.

Olrox having been a tecuhtli rings home for me because of the way he carries himself with elegance and swagger. And as a tecuhtli he made contact with the conquistadors. Olrox was probably the only one spoke against Montezuma II to not let these Spanish men into their lands because Montezuma thought of the foreign Spanish men to be gods and wanted to hear them out bringing them into the city to get information from believing they can be allies.

Olrox not a believer gods and easily saw this men on who they were: petty power hungry thieves.

Olrox has an uncanny way of reading people just how he read Mizrak like a joke on a popsicle stick he knew these foreign men’s intention right from the get-go. His plea was over ruled by the tlatoani’s decision to letting these smelly and dirty thieves into their empire.

Olrox holds great resentment towards Montezuma II for letting these foreigners into their lands and slowly watch the erosion of the Aztec empire in a span of a year. Watched as Cortez brought the empire down to their knees through lies and treachery destabilizing the empire from within by targeting other rival tribes of the Aztecs to join him. Turning tlatoani into a puppet emperor and Olrox forced to take orders from a foreign invader through Montezuma II. Forced to bow and placate to these dirty thieves and watch the empire break into a civil war while Cortez orchestrated the breech from within.

Only for Olrox to succumb to small pox. Olrox didn’t die and was turned into a vampire in mid to late 30s. As the empire weakened by the plague Cortez managed to build an army from rival tribes and his own back home and brought in vampires along to the new world.

Olrox having turned to a vampire found he had divinity in his blood that he had Quetzalcoatl’s blood flowing in his veins. As he watch his empire crumble he’d seen others fall too from the Tainos to the Arawak, Mayans, the Aztec and the Incas in a span of a few years.

Olrox honed his powers and speaking with Quetzalcoatl to bring him strength. Worked with the priests and learned magic through their teachings and overtime he manages practice his powers and fought against the invaders. Olrox wasn’t the only human who were turned but many others who were turned into vampires and Olrox became a leader to the newly turned vampires and fought the invaders.

Olrox saw first hand what horrors the Old World has brought to his land and vowed to never make that mistake again. Olrox was invited to France and he knew this time he was ready and had no puppet emperor to get in his way of his resolve. He fully intended to screw over this vampire messiah and had played his cards right. Staying away from the chateaux so he can have a better viewpoint from a safe distance and seducing Mizrak because he was the closest proximity to the Abbot who was a forgemaster creating Night Creatures using the demon machine.

Olrox knows how to identify a megalomaniac when he sees one and Olrox had every intent to screw her over but failed to deduce thag Erzsebet Bathory was not only a megalomanic but she was a megalomanic with the powers of a primordial god to bring down the sun. Olrox over the long centuries he lived did not believe in gods and grandeur because he heard it all before of men’s delusion to be greater than they really are and thought Erzsebet was no different and he miscalculated severely!

Olrox had bowed to many delusional men who thought they were ordained by god or simply higher than other men or far more worthy. He had to placate to their demands, praise them and forced to worship these colonizers and give in to their wishes. Olrox had done that countless of times as a human to bite his tongue and to humble himself. Make himself meek to these colonizers. After he became a vampire he promised himself that he’ll never ever now before a colonizing European.

When Drolta told him to kneel Olrox did as she wishes to bow before Erzsebet— to give her his submission. Olrox had never bowed in almost 300 years and forced to bow again. And this time he promises this will be the last time he ever bowed to anyone again.