Here it is! After days of resting and researching I finally was motivated enough to write the sequel to my previous fanfic: To Heal A Vampiric Heart.
I dare say that this will be a bit more challenging but I hope to make this story as accurate as possible. I will warn you that this follows the game Castlevania 3: Dracula's Curse but with a few slight changes here and there plus a bit of influence from the animated series.
I do not own Castlevania. :c
Chapter 1: Oh the Irony
It was the year 1476 in Wallachia... and it seemed like everything was going to Hell.
It had started in the last months of spring: Crops began to fail at a rate unprecedented by past records, livestock died too early while their children were either deformed or died days later. Even the life giving streams and village wells seemed to become more and more tainted as the days went by.
It wasn't just nature either that seemed to be going through a rebellious phase but even humans too. Random civilians going missing, dying in peculiar ways, and...some who's hearts were as black as the Pit transformed into horrifying monsters.
Oddly enough these problems worsened the closer one traveled to the region, the more they intensified, specifically as one drew closer to the now demolished city of Târgovisté.
Scouts sent by the Eastern Orthodox church reported that unholy creatures long thought to be superstitious nonsense had begun walking the lands, which had confirmed the various such tales reported to the Pope. Once word of a vampiric count being behind this recent spring of events reached his ears he could no longer ignore it.
Thus the Pope commanded no less than a thousand knights to march on the castle where the count lived. In addition a secret team of hunters was deployed in hopes to infiltrate Count Dracula's castle and slay him while his forces were occupied with the Knights.
However it did not turn out the way they had planned. Dracula's forces were stronger than anticipated and recovered quickly from the wounds made by their weapons of plain steel. As for the secret group sent in to attack the count directly? No word was ever sent and the pall of despair and fear grew in response to their futile efforts.
After weeks of waiting desperately for any sign from their team the church was desperate for help. Already news of a werewolf pack slaughtering an entire village had aided in putting the final nail in the coffin: They needed the aid of the Belmont Clan.
The very idea was enough to send a few nuns fainting and group of deacons raised their voices in protests but the Pope was having none of it.
"Our dear Wallachia is dying! Târgovisté, a noble and proud city is now a haven for demons. While we fight and argue we are merely helping Count Dracula with his goal of human eradication. As loathe as I am to admit it we need the assistance of the Belmonts. After all... Sometimes it takes a monster to destroy a monster."
"Trevor! Trevor! For the good Lord's sake wake up!" A voice called from downstairs.
A long groan sounded from the blanket covered figure but he forced himself to sit up against the rough wooden wall of his room. Eyelids opened revealing dark blue eyes that looked around, adjusting as he got up and headed towards his closet, retrieving a simple white shirt and dark brown pants.
"About time! I cook this wonderful breakfast and I find you sleeping the day away! Goodness gracious what on earth were you doing last night?"
"Riding a centaur." He responded cheekily which earned him a swipe across the back with Abigail's cleaning rag.
"Oh really? And how, pray tell, did you defeat said beastie?" Abigail asked in between giggles.
"Oh I simply introduced it to the side of a mountain. No big deal." His words broke the dam and soon both of them were laughing.
Despite the humor seeping from his voice it was the truth. Of all things for him to find in the middle of a field at sunset, an angry horse monster wasn't one of them. It also didn't help that the bloody beast spoke explicitly in Greek so even if he HAD wanted to ask it to simply move on it wouldn't have understood.
In the end he had gotten paid for his efforts but money didn't pay for the lost hours of sleep nor the worried look on his caretaker's face when he came limping home late that night.
Still he knew what Abigail would say: "Oh Treffy you're just like your father! Oh he was always coming home with strange injuries but your mother helped patch him up. Strong woman your mother. They'd both be so proud of you."
Trevor sighed a bit. It had been ten years since his mother and father had passed, leaving him in the care of their trusted friend before they had departed to some unknown location. The pain was still there but he had learned to cope with it, taking out his tumultuous emotions out in the woods where he was safe to use his most precious possession: The Vampire Killer.
An ancient, consecrated weapon forged specifically to hunt vampires but it still worked quite well against all manners of dangerous monsters. Only those with the blood of a Belmont in their veins could wield the holy weapon in battle without any consequences.
How the whip came to be and any other related knowledge had been told to Trevor in bits and peices but that suited him just fine. Having been excommunicated from the church, ostracized by the rest of his fellow Wallachians, and driven to the fringes of society Trevor highly doubted he'd ever be welcomed into any populated town with open arms.
He was now a woodcutter by day, temporary hunter by night. He smiled at the beautiful simplicity of it but in his heart of hearts he knew that he'd always feel complete with the Vampire Killer in his hand.
' Why...can't I move...me body..? Where did they take me...?'
The man felt as if he was floating in an endless void of pain and darkness. He could not will his eyes open nor could he use his voice to scream for help that he knew would not come.
All he could do was listen.
Listen closely.
As the gears of a clock tick tocked away at a grim pace.
'This... This is horrible...it..it wasn't meant to be this way. We were so careful and thorough in our planning!' A young woman mentally cried, her sobs kept in check by the magic spell that had turned all but her mind to stone.
She felt a deep loathing for the one eyed creature that leered at her as if she were some beautiful piece of work.
Once she was free she'd give the brute something to remember her by!
The crackling sounds of thunder and lightning seemed to echo her sentiments.
How many days had it been since he had fallen asleep? Fifteen? Thirty five? Time had lost all meaning for him.
All he knew was that his father's war with humanity was already well on its way to being completed.
'If only I had been stronger... I could've prevented all this...' The man silently mourned, a single tear falling down his face.
Distantly he could recall the beautiful hymns his mother had sang on Sundays and he wondered when he had he become so used to the wails of the damned.
" You... I must have misheard you Father. Please repeat yourself." Trevor said, a stunned look upon his face.
The priest was elderly, but also good and kind. "Trevor Belmont I come on behalf of the church to beseech your aid in killing the vampiric Count Dracula."
"I see... Please come in and sit. You look weary."
The elder chuckled but obliged, went into the living room and sat down on the offered chair.
The brown haired hunter sat in the one facing towards him. "Please start at the beginning. What's been going on?"
"To put it bluntly... Hell has come to earth. Târgovisté has been decimated and overrun by a hoard of unholy demons. This has been going on since late spring and has only gotten worse as the days passed into another. We eventually rallied enough of our forces to lay siege to his castle, even had a special team sneak inside. But..."
Trevor didn't need to guess what had happened. "So...now it's down to me. Tell me... What makes you think that I will help you or this country after what you've done to me and my family?"
"Trevor!" Yelled Abigail in dismay but the father silenced her.
"It's not an answer I offer but a story. About...oh a few weeks ago I was a but like you. Lost, embittered at the world. Do you know why?...Because it was the day I lost my daughter. She was set to be married to a nice gent that I actually approved off... But then one of Dracula's hordes came through..." The older man's shoulders shook due to the wait of his grief."I found sanctuary in the temple and a purpose in leading the lost sheep to the pools of redemption after days of drinking my sorrows away. I will not force you to do this Trevor if that's your wish but...countless more will perish. We must never let hatred rule us or else we could just become the next Dracula."
Trevor had been silent through out the entire exchange but finally got up and nodded. "Then... I dare say you have a Belmont. You are right Father. If I stay... How long before they try to come here? Lead the way."
The older man hugged him, surprising them with his tears.
Trevor's blood seemed to sing as he finally was about to embark on a journey that would finally fulfill his calling.
Finally it's here! It's here!
So... Much... Research. Head...hurts.
But it's all worth it. I hope you all enjoy it! ^^