Chapter 1: Returning home

The smell of death and decay greeted Jengo Croft as he entered the catacombs of the newly revived Castlevania. The walls were a dark green made of brick that was covered with a mix of fungus and mold, the air was was barely breathable but Jengo had grown accustomed to it. His face was hidden by a dark blue hood that was connected to an equally blue cloak that covered his whole upper body. He wore chain link gloves on his feet and hands while he wore black leather pants. As he walked down the dark hall, several skeletons wisely got out of the way as he passed. Although the catacombs were considered the dwelling of the slimy and the many victims of the castle, Jengo preferred it since the smell and surroundings allowed him to relax but due to his value as Dracula's personal assassin and his ability to shape shift into anyone he came in contact with, relaxation was something he did not have the luxury of enjoying. However, until he was called on he would relax in the slimy, moldy dungeon that he called his home. Jumping into a lower part of the catacombs, he leaned into a small space that was surrounded by hundreds of coffins.

"Ahh the sweet smell of death and mold…how I have missed it so." Jengo thought to himself as he sat down and chuckled as he heard the skeletons above him scatter and whisper amongst themselves. With the exception of Death and Lord Dracula, Jengo was one of the few beings in the castle that could inspire fear into the lesser minions of the castle just by walking into a room. They knew he was not one to cross or disrespect as it would mean a slow and painful death, he could smell it their fear as he walked past them and as he spoke, but he enjoyed it most when it was coming from humans.

" So sweet, just like the taste of honey." Suddenly Dracula's voice appeared in his mind, while he was greatly weakened from his revival, his voice was still powerful and fear inspiring.

"Jengo, I need to speak with you…come to the throne room."

"Yes, my Lord I shall be there momentarily." Dracula's voice disappeared and Jengo rose to his feet and sighed as he leapt back up to the higher level of the catacomb.

"So much for settling into my new home, maybe I'll get to add a couple new house guests." Jengo said sinisterly as he made his way out of the catacombs.

Lord Dracula sat on his throne slowly sipping a glass of blood, it was nowhere enough to fully restore his energy but it would do. The telepathy had drained what little energy he already had and thus he was forced to sit on his throne. Death and Shaft were already in the throne room with Dracula, Shaft seemed concerned for his master, the master vampire was highly vulnerable and using any of his abilities only made him weaker as he was not yet at full power.

"My lord, you shouldn't use any of your powers yet, you're still weak." Shaft said, Dracula glared at him and threw the empty glass at the dark priest who dodged it with ease.

"I am aware of this Shaft, I need to feed and soon." Jengo walked into the Castle Keep and kneeled before Lord Dracula.

"What do you require of me, my master?" Jengo asked rising to his feet.

"Blood...human blood, I need to feed and thus require you to get me some captives so I may restore my strength."

"Of course Lord Dracula, how many should I bring?" Dracula leaned back against his throne for a moment as he thought about it

"Three should be just fine...just don't kill them, I want them to be fresh." Jengo bowed his hooded head and left the room quietly, he could feel the urge to have the feeling of blood soak on his hands begin to creep into his mind, but for some strange reason seeing Dracula so vulnerable made the urges intensify. Shaking the thought from his head, he made his way out of the castle into the outside to find some potential victims.