Prologue: The Return of Belmont
Benjamin Belmont Looked up at the infamous Castle of Dracula. He has both feared and awaited this moment. He, as the great-great-great grandson of Richter Belmont, was too once again engage Dracula. The soulless hell spawn who always found a way to once again terrorize the living. It seems it was to be the Belmont's destiny to save humanity from his threat. Benjamin pulled his whip out, the Vampire Killer. It had taken him quite a long while to harness the power as he should've been able too. Even now, Dracula may be too powerful. But it had to be done.
Benjamin continued to stare as the drawbridge began to lower. Dracula knew he was there, he wanted him to come. Benjamin laughed to himself and spat at Dracula's Arrogance.
"It is this that will be your un-doing." He said as he walked across the bridge.
When he reached the other side, the bridge started to raise once more.
"Thou who enters the castle of the mighty Count, shall never leave. You have arrived at a place even death fears. Mortal, you are foolish. For that, you shall pay." A loud voice boomed across the stony and lifeless wall of stone.
"Foolish am I? I have come to end the life of the Count, and I came here of my own. I act as I do not out of foolishness, but of a desire, an urge to end this curse you have placed upon us." He yelled back at the voice, knowing it was the dark and evil priest: Shaft. Or at least his descendent.
The voice started to laugh.
"You shall die Belmont. My lord awaits." Shaft called out.
"Yes, he awaits his death." And with that, Benjamin Headed into the bowels of the castle to find and confront Dracula.