This is the story of a brave young man, an heir to the title of Vampire
Killer. He is Neil M. Belmont. Things begin as they always seem to...
CRASH!!! Lightning strikes from above. It's an eerie night. Dark clouds block the sky, and rain seems eminent, yet never falls.
Gathered in a nameless old temple of unholiness, many souls of sheer depravity stand together in dark robes. They all bow as one steps forward, bearing a chalice filled with blood. Two others quickly come up behind him, bracing their arms around the top of a dusty grave. They remove the lid, and there lies Dracula, the timeless lord of evil.
The followers begin a haunting chant... the two who opened the coffin kneel on either side of the chalice-bearer. He steps forward to the very edge of the grave, and splashes some blood across Dracula. They all chant, and Dracula slowly sits up. Lightning flashes violently, flooding the skies, as Dracula is returned to life!!!
"Lord Dracula, you are reborn!" says the cloaked chalice-bearer.
"I see...." Dracula says, coming to his senses. "So one-hundred years have really passed... death grows boring to me now."
The cloaked one before Dracula nods. "And yet the cycle continues..."
Dracula lifts an eyebrow confusedly. "What do you mean by that? And you know, your blood does smell familiar..."
*BLSCCHT!!!* The bearer heaves a stake straight through Dracula's heart. Dracula gasps and chokes as he sinks back into the coffin. The cloaked followers all stand and stare in shock.
"It was Belmont blood...." the bearer confesses, throwing off his cloak, revealing a teenage Belmont. "Neil M. Belmont!" he says, making sure the followers all hear it. Some attack him, others run. He flogs them all to death with his whip.
He returned home, to receive a cold stare from his father, Terence Belmont.
"You really did it, didn't you?" Terence bitterly inquired.
Neil shrugged. "Yeah."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Terence asked.
"What?!" Neil argued. "It makes sense! Just be there when he's revived, and then whack him yourself! It saves me a lot of effort, and it's a lot more likely to succeed."
"But the blood of the Belmonts is tainted now... you actually revived the lord of evil yourself!!"
"Feh. It would happen anyway," replied Neil. "I just had to be the guy in front, to make sure I sealed the kill!"
"Dammit! Neil, I swear it, you've ruined the Belmont name! I won't forgive you! I won't let you be the heir to the whip anymore! I'll give it to that nice Schneider boy next door, he's so-"
"DAD!!" yelled Neil. "You always say you're going to do that. It's always 'that nice Schneider boy could do it', or 'Mayor Baldwin's son would take the role seriously'... you're all talk, dad!!"
Terence glared at Neil furiously. "Neil Marcus Belmont!! You are OFFICIALLY STRIPPED of the Belmont family legacy!" He snatched the whip away. "You'll continue the family's secondary trade that we run 99 out of 100 years..."
"Shouldn't have called his bluff..." Neil sighed. "Dad, I really have to run the Kool-Aid stand?!"
"Yes! The Kool-Aid stand has been a Belmont tradition for about 200 years now!"
"Come on, can't I practice my vampire killing?"
"You obviously don't think you need practice, with your disgraceful methods! All you ever did was sleep and get into trouble as a boy, you never did take your training seriously."
"But hey, dad, I'm still proficient with the whip! And I jump pretty well! Isn't that all I need?"
"Fool!" Terence snapped. "After Simon's days, the Belmonts realized that further honing our skills was necessary to defeat Dracula, because Dracula got stronger every time he was revived. Such skills as the Item Crash, the Backflip, the 'Befriend Others Who You Can Switch Between from Level to Level', and let's not forget the 'Find Conveniently Placed Equipment and Skills While Exploring Dracula's Castle'... you, my son, display none of these talents."
"Who cares... I did it my own way and it worked. I'm the cleverest Belmont ever!"
"Well now you don't even have a whip! Pretty darned amazing, son. You'll be famous for being so disgraceful."
"Feh, who needs a whip... I thought lots of guys killed off Dracula, or at least helped, with crap like swords, magic, and of course sub-weapons."
"'Who needs a whip?' How DARE you disgrace the famous Belmont whip! It's been in our family for generations!!"
"It's a freakin' piece of cow ass, dad! I might as well throw daggers at Drac unless I get those powerup thingies and make it metal."
"Get out."
"What?"
"Get out. You lost your inheritance, and now you lose your name! You aren't my son and you're no Belmont!! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!"
Terence swiftly kicked Neil out of the house.
What will happen to this unorthodox, yet very creative, Belmont? Er, ex- Belmont? Maybe nothing unless someone actually reads this...
CRASH!!! Lightning strikes from above. It's an eerie night. Dark clouds block the sky, and rain seems eminent, yet never falls.
Gathered in a nameless old temple of unholiness, many souls of sheer depravity stand together in dark robes. They all bow as one steps forward, bearing a chalice filled with blood. Two others quickly come up behind him, bracing their arms around the top of a dusty grave. They remove the lid, and there lies Dracula, the timeless lord of evil.
The followers begin a haunting chant... the two who opened the coffin kneel on either side of the chalice-bearer. He steps forward to the very edge of the grave, and splashes some blood across Dracula. They all chant, and Dracula slowly sits up. Lightning flashes violently, flooding the skies, as Dracula is returned to life!!!
"Lord Dracula, you are reborn!" says the cloaked chalice-bearer.
"I see...." Dracula says, coming to his senses. "So one-hundred years have really passed... death grows boring to me now."
The cloaked one before Dracula nods. "And yet the cycle continues..."
Dracula lifts an eyebrow confusedly. "What do you mean by that? And you know, your blood does smell familiar..."
*BLSCCHT!!!* The bearer heaves a stake straight through Dracula's heart. Dracula gasps and chokes as he sinks back into the coffin. The cloaked followers all stand and stare in shock.
"It was Belmont blood...." the bearer confesses, throwing off his cloak, revealing a teenage Belmont. "Neil M. Belmont!" he says, making sure the followers all hear it. Some attack him, others run. He flogs them all to death with his whip.
He returned home, to receive a cold stare from his father, Terence Belmont.
"You really did it, didn't you?" Terence bitterly inquired.
Neil shrugged. "Yeah."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Terence asked.
"What?!" Neil argued. "It makes sense! Just be there when he's revived, and then whack him yourself! It saves me a lot of effort, and it's a lot more likely to succeed."
"But the blood of the Belmonts is tainted now... you actually revived the lord of evil yourself!!"
"Feh. It would happen anyway," replied Neil. "I just had to be the guy in front, to make sure I sealed the kill!"
"Dammit! Neil, I swear it, you've ruined the Belmont name! I won't forgive you! I won't let you be the heir to the whip anymore! I'll give it to that nice Schneider boy next door, he's so-"
"DAD!!" yelled Neil. "You always say you're going to do that. It's always 'that nice Schneider boy could do it', or 'Mayor Baldwin's son would take the role seriously'... you're all talk, dad!!"
Terence glared at Neil furiously. "Neil Marcus Belmont!! You are OFFICIALLY STRIPPED of the Belmont family legacy!" He snatched the whip away. "You'll continue the family's secondary trade that we run 99 out of 100 years..."
"Shouldn't have called his bluff..." Neil sighed. "Dad, I really have to run the Kool-Aid stand?!"
"Yes! The Kool-Aid stand has been a Belmont tradition for about 200 years now!"
"Come on, can't I practice my vampire killing?"
"You obviously don't think you need practice, with your disgraceful methods! All you ever did was sleep and get into trouble as a boy, you never did take your training seriously."
"But hey, dad, I'm still proficient with the whip! And I jump pretty well! Isn't that all I need?"
"Fool!" Terence snapped. "After Simon's days, the Belmonts realized that further honing our skills was necessary to defeat Dracula, because Dracula got stronger every time he was revived. Such skills as the Item Crash, the Backflip, the 'Befriend Others Who You Can Switch Between from Level to Level', and let's not forget the 'Find Conveniently Placed Equipment and Skills While Exploring Dracula's Castle'... you, my son, display none of these talents."
"Who cares... I did it my own way and it worked. I'm the cleverest Belmont ever!"
"Well now you don't even have a whip! Pretty darned amazing, son. You'll be famous for being so disgraceful."
"Feh, who needs a whip... I thought lots of guys killed off Dracula, or at least helped, with crap like swords, magic, and of course sub-weapons."
"'Who needs a whip?' How DARE you disgrace the famous Belmont whip! It's been in our family for generations!!"
"It's a freakin' piece of cow ass, dad! I might as well throw daggers at Drac unless I get those powerup thingies and make it metal."
"Get out."
"What?"
"Get out. You lost your inheritance, and now you lose your name! You aren't my son and you're no Belmont!! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!"
Terence swiftly kicked Neil out of the house.
What will happen to this unorthodox, yet very creative, Belmont? Er, ex- Belmont? Maybe nothing unless someone actually reads this...