Ever since I watched Castlevania, there's one scene I can't get out of my head:
When Dracula and Alucard are fighting, and they end up in Alucard's old room.
I wasn't expecting the fight to abruptly stop, and have a moment like that. Dracula realizes, finally realizes, just how mad he's gone. That the last thing his beloved wife left for him was right there in front of him, and he was trying to get rid of it. Trying to kill his own son, his child. He actually sees how messed up he was finally, and he can't bear to live with himself. Can't bear to look his child in the eyes after all of that.
His VA did a great job too, his voice sounded so utterly broken and weak. You can hear the emotion, the disbelief, the pain Dracula is feeling in that moment, looking not only at his son, but at the man he himself use to be. At the toys he helped make for his son. At the old painting of what they once were.
He use to be a loving father, a man happy with his life and with a softness to him. He loved his family dearly. He loved his son and hand-made dolls for him with his wife. He had a kindness to him, had a soft side of his own.
But after his wife died, depression took too much of him. His grief overclouded his logic and love. He was once a loving man, and became a hateful monster. A monster that clouded his vision, addicted to causing pain. Even after his wife's dying wishes were to not inflict his wrath on the people, he was too grief stricken and hellbent to even listen to her last wish.
When he did finally snap back, he couldn't live with what he had become, what he had done.
Say what you will about the show, but that scene where he's completely crumbled as a man and ready to die, to let his son kill him, was a cinematic masterpiece.
