In the dead of night, mere weeks after World War II had ended, two young people find themselves chasing an unidentified something out of morbid curiosity. When that something ditches them and they come across a suspicious-looking painting, they soon find themselves thrown head-first into a bizarre world that is, in many ways, similar to their own. Magic is plentiful here in this world, and just the perfect stage on which to set a complex chaotic scheme.

Fortunately—or perhaps unfortunately—the two people who end up surrounded by talking pastel horses also happen to be vampire hunters. And they did not come alone.

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Crossover with Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin, taking place a full year after the game. A collaboration with Butterfield Pancake. This story was originally on his account, but has been moved to mine for major editing and polishing purposes. Tagged teen, sex, and gore for innuendo and mild violence and bloodshed. This story will have comedic moments to contrast the dark. Human tag for obvious reasons.