Well, Christmas is almost here. But even then, evil will always rise from hell and good must always put them in their place. Usually when it comes to Dracula. So...step into the shadows of the hell house.

Castlevania...

A term that has always been inscribed in the history of folklore everywhere. The castle's lord, Dracula, rises every 100 years where the creatures of the night wreak havoc amongst humanity. In other words, true evil never dies. Dracula created this eldritch castle and spread monsters from all works of folklore into our world...

And the ones willing to vanquish evil are the Belmont Clan, a family of vampire hunters who have opposed Dracula for many centuries. Many remember the figures of the Belmont Clan such as Simon, Trevor, Richter, Julius, and Leon. When the Belmonts were unavailable, other hunters would.

Time, and time again, Dracula would rise every 100 years. But the forces of good always triumphed.

Until today...

The year is 1870...

In this timeline, the use of steam as a vital resource has increased, leading to cities taking to the sky, as islands floating at sea like a boat, etc. It was the Steam Age

It was centuries since Dracula began his genocide against the humans...

But a new threat would come to be...

At the rise of steam as a resource, a rise of missing persons have been reported in the cities of Denmark. Followed by sightings of unholy creatures ranging but not limited to vampires, werewolves, zombies, ghosts, and reanimated skeletons.

Few months later, a village in Sweden was attacked by a cult worshipping a demon god of the sonata. These attacks were not random. They seem to be at the behest of the cult leader who is doing this to appease Vh'iogdo, abomination god of the sonata.

Many people have begun becoming sacrifices to Vh'iogdo, many becoming creatures of the night...

One individual rebels against the cult in order to solve the mystery of the following questions...

If Dracula is not the culprit despite Castlevania appearing, why is it there? What is the cult planning? What does the god want from all the bloodshed? And who is responsible?

Phase 0 - Prologue of Death

Budapest, Hungary August 18th, 1870

Many people were being lined up and around a circle of a pool of blood for the sacrifice. One of these sacrifices was a man named Rauzus. His home district was raided by creatures of the night and many were taken by cultists. Many of them were either screaming in agony or were crying. The cultists were taking great joy in the death, agony, and the despair the cultists inflicted upon them.

Rauzus could see the cultists. They looked creepy to say the least. They looked like vampires, strigoi if you will, since they had red hair and looked frail. They were in tunics that would obscure their faces. The big one was leading them. Rauzus could see one of the victims about to be sacrificed. The pool of blood that the sacrifice was pushed into suddenly sprouted a hand and took ahold of the victim. There was struggling and muffled screams. And then afterwards the hand set the victim down, who was now a zombie.

Rauzus was awaiting his fate at this point. At this point, Rauzus would become one of the undead all thanks to this cult. As soon as the rest were zombified, it was his turn. Rauzus silently prayed that God was with him and awaiting his soul to rise to heaven. It was then that a galloping sound was heard as a caravan was seen speeding towards the sight.

And that's when...

Blood splurted from a nearby cultist. The cultist had three knives struck to the face, blood oozing from it's face as he slumped onto the ground and died. The cultists were alerted and then took out crossbows and then fired arrows which fired at the horse. It was then a newcomer jumped out of the caravan and was wearing a tunic. He took out what looked like a whip and it slashed across one of the cultists in the chest.

Rauzus saw something happened to the cultist as it began to burst into blue flames upon being struck by the whip. The figure removed the cloak and then used the whip to deflect the other arrows before stabbing a cultist coming at him from the side with a holy dagger

"This a private party or can anyone join?" he said before whipping the attacker. This mysterious savior had an armored coat, green pants, black shoes, a brown cape, and white gloves. He had a brown mustache and white hair as well. On the armor was a symbol.

The cult leader turned to face the attacker. The cult leader wore a death mask and had armor underneath the tunic. He then raised his hand and opened a book. "Vh'iogdo, god of the sonata, release the creatures of the night and strike down at these fools!" he chanted.

Several cultists had pentagrams appear beneath their feet as they removed their tunics. It was then, by the powers of Hell, they became creatures of the night. Six of them became skeletons, three of them became zombified and green armor appeared. They were given axes. Two of them became large and turned into Minotaurs and given battle axes, and the last one grew even larger as roots surrounded it and became a treant.

Rauzus looked around for any weapons lying around and took a crossbow and some arrows. The skeletons removed a part of their ribs and carried them like clubs. The skeletons threw their ribs at them. Rauzus fired arrows at the ribs as the whip user whipped and slashed at the skeletons, which after falling apart, their bones turned to ash.

The Axe Knights threw their axes. Rauzus grabbed one of the axes and dodged a slam slash from a Minotaur. He then threw the axe at the Minotaur's chest. He then snatched the battle axe and then decapitated the monster, blood splattering on the ground. Rauzus then removed the axe from the corpse's chest and then picked up another axe.

The hunter then wrapped the whip around the battle axe and then pried it off the Minotaur's hands and then whipped it at the Minotaur, which ended up impaling the monster, killing it instantly.

The remaining Axe Knights lumbered towards the two. Rauzus clashed the axes with the knights. He then kicked it away and then decapitated the armored knights.

The treant lumbered towards them. He prepared for a kick and Rauzus prepared to parry. The kick allowed Rauzus to latch on to the treant and then grab and climb onto the roots of the rooted golem. He then grabbed onto it's back and implanted the axes onto it's back. The treant began to attempt to sway and flail around.

"Now!" Rauzus said. The hunter took out a beaker and threw it at the treant. It broke and splashed all over it and it began to spark and burn the roots of the treant. The treant growled and groaned in agony as it became a huge fireball and became ashes. Rauzus then landed on his feet. The beaker had holy water

One of the zombies limped toward Rauzus, only for him to fire an arrow to the head, killing it.

The cult leader began to speak. "Very impressive. I didn't think that you were much of a fighter." he admitted. The cult leader looked at the whip user and noticed the emblem. "And you, you must be a Belmont." he said.

"Refer to me as Edgar Belmont." Edgar replied. "I am warning you now and will not warn you again: interfere and I will sacrifice you to Vh'iogdo. Til we meet again." The cult leader said as he said an incantation and disappeared into a pentagram.

"Ugh, I don't know why this is happening. I was busy selling weapons for hunters and then this shit happens." Rauzus complained. "You a merchant?" Edgar asked. "Yes. And if you're curious, I can fend for myself as well."

"Well then. I believe we have work to do." Edgar replied. Rauzus nodded. "I couldn't agree more."

So now, this phase is complete. But this story has only just begun...But enough talk, have at you!