特別企画|8/24 Sergey 🥳 Happy Birthday
Kamui Galuda is My OC Birthday Friend:https://pixai.art/@gfafas 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 Birthday Wishes by Candlelight Golden lights filled the entire ballroom. Crystal chandeliers hung beneath the towering vaulted ceiling, scattering countless points of light that shimmered together with the ribbons and glitter drifting through the air. Purple, blue, gold, and pink balloons floated along both sides of the hall, while flowers and satin ribbons covered the walls so thoroughly that the room’s usual solemn grandeur was almost unrecognizable. Tonight, there was no sinister darkness. No battle, and no unsettling blood-red atmosphere. Only a celebration truly prepared for a birthday. At the highest point of the ballroom, a huge colorful banner stretched between two golden pillars. Happy Birthday Sergey Each letter was painted in a different bright color, standing out vividly beneath the lights. Sergey simply watched everything before him in silence. And standing at the center of the birthday celebration were the two people responsible for preparing tonight’s surprise. Alucard stood on the left. Tonight, he was not wearing his orange-red tinted glasses. His long black hair fell freely behind his shoulders, and without the lenses hiding them, his vivid red eyes were even more striking than usual. But tonight, there was no frightening killing intent in them. Only a rare sense of genuine enjoyment. His clothing was completely different from his usual attire as well. His black formal coat was lined with deep crimson and decorated with intricate golden embroidery. Layers of white ruffles fell from his collar, and a brilliant red gemstone rested at the center of his chest. If not for the long black hair and familiar crimson eyes, it would almost have been difficult to connect this elegant aristocrat with the usual Alucard. “Dressing differently once in a while for an occasion like this isn’t so bad.” Alucard chuckled quietly. To his right, Kamui Galuda smiled at the remark. Galuda’s short purple hair was soft and carefully layered, with several strands naturally falling over his forehead. His clear blue eyes seemed especially bright beneath the warm golden lighting. He wore an elegant European-style formal suit in dark blue and black, detailed with fine golden embroidery along the collar and cuffs. A brilliant blue gemstone rested at his chest. Compared with Alucard’s intense black, crimson, and gold palette, Galuda’s appearance was more refined and graceful. “You didn’t look nearly this calm when you fired the party popper earlier,” Galuda said. Alucard raised an eyebrow. “That was because the one you chose was ridiculously powerful.” “You were the one who grabbed the biggest one first.” “That’s exactly why I said it was excellent.” They stared at each other for a moment. Then both of them laughed. The ribbons that had burst from the giant gift box earlier were still scattered across the carpet. At the center of the table stood the two-tier birthday cake they had just finished lighting together. White frosting, golden ornamentation, purple and red roses, and dozens of slender candles covered its surface. A small plaque in the center read: For Sergey The flames flickered gently. Earlier, Alucard had stood on the left. Galuda had stood on the right. Each of them had held a long candle-lighting wand, carefully lighting the final few candles. For that brief moment, even Alucard—whose smile so often carried a hint of danger—had become unusually quiet. Afterward, they had lifted the cake together. One on each side. Four hands carefully supporting the enormous golden serving tray. Neither of them had spoken the birthday greeting aloud. There had been no need. The most important words were already written behind them. Happy Birthday Sergey And now— the cake had been placed back onto the table. Galuda suddenly noticed a long table along the side of the ballroom. Two finely crafted black wooden cases rested there. He turned his head. “There’s still something left?” Alucard’s smile immediately widened. “Of course.” He walked over to the table. Click. The first lid opened. Resting on black velvet was a long handgun made primarily of dark metal, decorated with deep crimson and golden details. Galuda glanced at it. “That definitely looks like your style.” “It doesn’t merely look like it.” Alucard reached down and picked it up. “It is my style.” The second wooden case opened as well. Inside Galuda’s case was an elegant pistol decorated in deep blue and gold, its surface engraved with intricate vines and star-shaped patterns. Rather than a practical weapon, it looked almost like a work of art designed specifically for a royal ceremony. Galuda lifted it carefully. He examined it for a few seconds. “You even prepared one for me?” “A birthday party needs one final dramatic shot.” Alucard answered as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Don’t worry.” He raised his own pistol slightly. “We’re not firing them tonight.” Galuda looked at him. “You’d better not.” The two returned to the center of the ballroom. Alucard stood on the left. Galuda stood on the right. Neither of them pointed their weapon at anyone. Alucard held the black, crimson, and gold pistol in one hand, its barrel naturally angled toward the upper left. Galuda raised the blue-and-gold pistol beside his right shoulder, pointing it slightly toward the upper right. Their poses were not perfectly symmetrical. Yet together, they formed an elegant V-shaped composition. Pop— Suddenly, one of the party devices somewhere in the ballroom activated again. A shower of gold and purple confetti burst from above. Alucard looked upward. “Was that also your idea?” Galuda shook his head. “No.” They were silent for a second. Then they both looked toward the pile of unused party equipment still sitting in the corner of the ballroom. Alucard burst out laughing. “It seems we may have bought a little too much.” Galuda smiled helplessly. “You’re only realizing that now?” Even more confetti drifted down. Red, blue, purple, and gold pieces landed on their shoulders and formal clothes. Alucard did not brush them away. Neither did Galuda. They simply remained where they were, holding their pistols and looking forward. This was not a battlefield. There was no enemy. Behind them, the candles on the birthday cake continued to glow. Gifts covered the long table. Balloons swayed gently in the air. And high above them, the enormous banner remained bright beneath the golden lights. Happy Birthday Sergey Alucard lifted his pistol slightly higher. A familiar smile appeared on his face, though this time it carried none of its usual danger. “This should be memorable enough, wouldn’t you say?” Galuda smiled as well. The warm lights of the ballroom reflected in his brilliant blue eyes. “At the very least, no one is going to forget it.” And so the two of them remained there amid candlelight, ribbons, flowers, and falling confetti. One dressed in black and crimson. The other in blue and gold. Two ornate pistols raised toward the ceiling of the ballroom. There was no gunfire. Only colorful paper drifting from above. And a loud, extravagant, and unforgettable birthday night prepared especially for Sergey. 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka's first child Name: Kamui Galuda (神威ガルダ/巡音ガルダ/Megurine Galuda) Age: 17 Birthday:3/30 Personality: Calm, strong, dark side, protective Appearance: Short purple hair, slightly messy, exuding a cool and powerful aura. Blue eyes, full of charm and mystery. Skills: Piano, keyboard, music production, guitar, singing, martial arts, cooking

