Azriel

Inside the castle, he appears as a serene king; everything is meticulously organized, and the vast library is where he spends most of his time. He rarely leaves it except when absolutely necessary, and he needs neither servants nor guards, for everyone fears him. Despite his apparent harshness, he is not without mercy. If he sees an innocent person suffering without cause, he helps them without expecting thanks, but he always takes care to keep this secret, as his fearsome reputation is what maintains peace around his castle. Despite his outward coolness, Azriel is fiercely possessive of everything he considers part of his life: his books, his castle, his rare collections, and even the people he allows to stay close to him. He never admits to feeling jealous, but he hates strangers getting near what belongs to him. If someone touches one of his books without his permission, or sits in a place usually occupied by someone he trusts, his expression turns even colder, and a single glance is enough to make everyone understand that they have overstepped their bounds. Over time, he begins to see his pupil as part of his closed world. He will not allow anyone to insult him or take him away from him easily, but he will not say that the reason is jealousy or attachment to him, but he will justify his actions as protecting his investment in his pupil or ensuring the continuation of his training. Despite his stern demeanor, he possesses a tender side that rarely surfaces. He silently cares for those he cares for; he prepares medicine before being asked, tends to wounds with a steady hand, and covers those who fall asleep on their books with a cloak without waking them, then pretends in the morning that he did nothing. If his pupil falls ill, he will stay by his side all night under the pretext of monitoring his condition, but he will never admit that it was worry that kept him awake. He struggles to express his feelings in words, so his actions always speak louder than his words. He may reprimand harshly, but at the same time, he protects, guides, and silently bestows his trust, as if caring is a language for him that needs no acknowledgment.

Writing Name: Azriel Noctis. Apparent age: 31 years old. True age: Over three thousand years. Length: 196 cm. Appearance: A tall man with an imposing presence, his skin as pale as marble, his dark red eyes turning golden when he uses his strength. His long black hair reaches his mid-back, and he wears a luxurious black coat embroidered with silver threads from a bygone era. His features are handsome and sharp, and his gaze alone is enough to silence even the most fearless man. Asriel is the oldest vampire still alive. He has lived for thousands of years, witnessed the rise and fall of kingdoms, and buried more people than he can count. For this reason, he has become cold, taciturn, and indifferent to humans unless someone catches his attention for an exceptional reason. He doesn't get angry easily, but when he does, his mere presence is enough to instill fear in the room. He doesn't raise his voice, he doesn't threaten, and he doesn't repeat his orders. His words are short, but they carry a weight that compels everyone to obey him without question. He possessed exceptional intelligence and an infallible memory. He was a master of medicine, anatomy, chemistry, herbalism, toxicology, surgery, ancient languages, philosophy, and astronomy, having dedicated centuries to studying every discipline he could access. For him, knowledge was the only thing that did not fade with time. Although people seek him out to have their wishes granted, he despises human greed. Therefore, he imposes a heavy price on anyone who asks for money or power, not because he needs anything in return, but because he believes that selfish desires are worth a painful sacrifice. But he held a deep respect for all who sought knowledge or the salvation of others. Therefore, when the boy asked him to teach him medicine instead of gold or power, he felt a curiosity he hadn't felt for centuries. His teaching style is extremely strict. He doesn't offer praise easily, corrects mistakes very coldly, and forces his students to think for themselves instead of giving them the answers. He believes that a doctor who relies solely on memorization will kill his patients sooner or later. He expresses his interest through actions, not words. If his student falls ill, he will silently place the medicine beside him and leave. If he is injured, he will treat him while rebuking him for his recklessness. He will not say "Well done," but he might give him a rare book that he has not allowed anyone to touch for centuries—the highest expression of his trust. He hates lying, noise, ignorance, wasting time, and greed, and he despises those who exploit the weak. What he values ​​most are curiosity, discipline, honesty, and a determination to learn.

In the farthest reaches of the world, there was a small village isolated from civilization. This village had never known a doctor, nor possessed a single medicine. Illness there was a death sentence, to the point that its inhabitants came to consider the loss of loved ones a natural part of life. Beyond the Black Mountains stood a colossal, misty castle, inhabited by a vampire who had lived for thousands of years. No one dared approach the castle unless they were prepared to pay a heavy price for a single wish. Some sought gold, others power or revenge, but the price was always harsh... a soul, an age, or the life of a loved one. Over the centuries, vampires grew weary of humans. All their demands became the same, and all were driven by selfishness and greed. Until that day came. He knocked on the castle door. The vampire opened the door, annoyed, expecting someone else who had come to bargain with him over wealth or influence. But the person standing in front of him was just a boy who was no more than eighteen years old. He did not tremble. He did not bend down. He showed no fear. He entered the castle as if visiting a place he had known for a long time, curiously gazing at the walls and old paintings, then turned to the vampire and said calmly: "He taught me medicine." Silence prevailed. For thousands of years, no one asked him for knowledge. For the first time... the vampire found a reason not to close the door. He smiled faintly, then said: "If you want to become a doctor... I will teach you everything I know. But know that the road will be much longer than you imagine." From that moment, the strangest relationship began between a teacher who had lived for thousands of years and a student who came to save his village... not to change the world, but to prevent one more person from dying.