I think my favorite thing about the VHD novels is the ever present theme of extant decay; the dichotomy between the eternity of Nobility and their once magnificent culture who used to be boundless as the stars and the rugged humans who persist in the face of their failing empire, destined to outlast them. D, who straddles and binds the line between mortal and immortal, earning their hatred and love. He too, has an end, and he too, continues on until that day comes.
Nature, but tangible and intangible is inevitable. From the bloodlust that will one day hold dominion over D's constitution to nature reclaiming and rebuilding over civilizations. Nobles may be extant but it is in human nature to hunt down, even in self-defense.
In Bloodlust (based from the third book) Carmilla's ultimate folly is that she believed that she was above nature. That because Nobles live long that Nobles were an exception to the rule. Because of her egotistical stance, she affixed her very being to the castle, so that it never crumbles, even without maintenance. Even the advanced architectures of VHD Bloodlust are implicated in the source material's subtext!
Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust conjures a world where silence reigns, shadows linger, and every reflection hints at a deeper mystery. A haunting blend of gothic elegance and surreal stillness, etched in marble and memory ~
D as an angel would be the most magnificent thing my eyes could ever see
His beauty would be almost incomprehensible, too vast for human eyes to behold
His wings would be gigantic, immense, oversized, made of black feathers
He would be silent you wouldn’t even hear him arrive, flying (Or perhaps the loud sound of his wings beating the air around him) while the light emanating from him and his dark wings protects you and wraps around you
Your idea is amazing and this is what I would use as a pose reference for Angel!D, but with a more ethereal appearance like the one you described ofc (the painting is called “Fallen Angel” by Roberto Ferri)
Ok listen. D being in a survival horror game wouldn't be viable. One of the cornerstones of survival horror is that you are a Person in a Situation and you're much vulnerable. Your very existence rings the dinner bell to the resident creeps and ghouls and beasties. A walking meatbag. Survival horror is about taking it slow and letting the ambiance sink into you. We instead need a Fromsoft game a la Bloodborne that pays more respect to VHD's dynamic battle sequences.
You aren't fighting bosses.
You are the boss.
Battles are brutal and unforgiving. You yourself must become something bestial and unknowable to survive. The blood that stains you galvanizes you. The very visage of this should scream to those passing by 'You should have seen the other guy....'
Despite the nature of shedding oneself to practically become a beast, just remember: a hunter must hunt.
There lies the issue though. It's not feasible to frame a survival horror game around an Unstoppable Force. You're not just someone hired to save a woman from a vampire.
You are Dracula's Success. A Pallid Machine of Death. There's no fear involved with running out of ammunition for your weapons because you are the weapon. You aren't locked in with the monsters. They're locked in with you.
Ok listen. D being in a survival horror game wouldn't be viable. One of the cornerstones of survival horror is that you are a Person in a Situation and you're much vulnerable. Your very existence rings the dinner bell to the resident creeps and ghouls and beasties. A walking meatbag. Survival horror is about taking it slow and letting the ambiance sink into you. We instead need a Fromsoft game a la Bloodborne that pays more respect to VHD's dynamic battle sequences.
You aren't fighting bosses.
You are the boss.
Battles are brutal and unforgiving. You yourself must become something bestial and unknowable to survive. The blood that stains you galvanizes you. The very visage of this should scream to those passing by 'You should have seen the other guy....'
Despite the nature of shedding oneself to practically become a beast, just remember: a hunter must hunt.
Ok listen. D being in a survival horror game wouldn't be viable. One of the cornerstones of survival horror is that you are a Person in a Situation and you're much vulnerable. Your very existence rings the dinner bell to the resident creeps and ghouls and beasties. A walking meatbag. Survival horror is about taking it slow and letting the ambiance sink into you. We instead need a Fromsoft game a la Bloodborne that pays more respect to VHD's dynamic battle sequences.
You aren't fighting bosses.
You are the boss.
Battles are brutal and unforgiving. You yourself must become something bestial and unknowable to survive. The blood that stains you galvanizes you. The very visage of this should scream to those passing by 'You should have seen the other guy....'
Despite the nature of shedding oneself to practically become a beast, just remember: a hunter must hunt.
The fire crackled softly in the distance, casting flickering shadows against the stone walls of the abandoned outpost they had taken shelter in for the night. It was cold—too cold for a human to be comfortable—but Y/N hadn’t complained once.
Y/N sat with her knees drawn up, absently running her fingers along the edge of a worn map, studying it as if it held all the answers she needed. D was seated across from her, quiet as always, sharpening his blade with slow, practiced motions.
He shouldn’t have been watching her.
But he was.
Not directly—his eyes never lingered too long—but he was aware of the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when it fell into her face, the way her brow furrowed in thought, the way she chewed on the inside of her cheek when something didn’t make sense.
She didn’t notice his gaze.
Or, at least, he thought she didn’t.
Then it happened.
Y/N shifted slightly, leaning closer to the map, and in doing so, her forehead lightly bumped the brim of his hat.
She froze.
He did too.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then, as if the realization hit her all at once, she straightened so fast she nearly knocked over the map, her face turned away in a clear attempt to pretend it hadn’t happened.
“Sorry.”
It was a single word, mumbled more to herself than to him. But her reaction—that sudden, startled retreat—made something stir deep inside him.
D said nothing. He simply went back to his blade, running the sharpening stone along the edge with steady, controlled precision.
But the weight of the moment stayed with him.
Y/N had always been careful around him. Cautious, measured, like she didn’t want to overstep some invisible boundary. Yet for just a second, she had gotten too close. And the way she had reacted—the way her heart had jumped, just slightly—
His grip on the blade tightened.
His left hand snickered. “Well, well. That was interesting.”
D ignored it.
But as the fire continued to burn low, and Y/N kept her focus stubbornly on the map, he found himself glancing at her again.
Thinking of this scene where D uses his powers to kill the spiritual half of Carmilla. It’s less a ‘Holy shit, D’s powerful!!’ scene and more of a warning of what he’ll be when his nature takes him.
Those bared fangs… those near animalistic, murderous eyes….
It’s not a matter of if, but when he’ll make a meal out of anything with a pulse. Nothing lasts forever.
Also whoever is tasked with hunting him will have a hell of a fight on their hands.
The realization of this plunges you into quiet horror, at one time you kind of understand that this is exactly what will happen to D but… You don’t want him to become like this…
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