As the final moments of cooking approached, a strange tranquility washed over Alucard. The rhythmic sizzle of the meat became a hypnotic lullaby, and the warmth of the kitchen was a comforting embrace. For a moment, he was neither immortal vampire nor ancient warrior. He was simply a being engaged in a primal act, transforming raw sustenance into nourishment.
His mind wandered to a time long past, to a world where he was not a creature of the night but a mortal man. He could almost taste the simple pleasures of life, the warmth of sunlight on his skin, the taste of fresh bread, and the companionship of loved ones. Back then he dreamed of being a cook, opening a small restaurant with his wife, Yet, these memories were fleeting, and he was pulled back to the present by the delicious aroma of the nearly finished steak.
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