Chapter 1

Harmony of Dismembering

After a half hour of traversing later the newly-resurrected Simon arrived at a grand ominous castle shrouded in mist whose front door was wide open oddly enough. Simon paused a moment to stare dramatically at the horrid haunt, then headed inside. Somewhere on the second floor Simon stopped to reflect having not encountered any monsters surprisingly.

Simon: Castlevania… How long it has been since I walked these dread halls. Yet they are bereft of monsters; there's not even one obligatory bone-throwing skeleton. But I sense the evil is close. Very close.

At that moment a dashing gent in green and brown, luscious hair and with a massive scabbard on his back approached Simon from behind.

Maxim: Who might you be?

Simon is abruptly startled and jumped back to face the man.

Simon: Zounds, the Evil! Be purged Demon!

Without hesitation Simon tossed a bottle of Holy Water right into the person's face, which broke and sprayed fluid causing the man to hastily grasp his face with both hands.

Maxim: Ow it's gotten into my eyes AGH!

Simon: What? It's immune to the Holy Water! Then I shall hit it with my Axe!

Simon tossed an Axe in the typical arcing fashion which hit the incapacitated man dead-on, slicing him asunder and causing him to shout a drawn-out heroic death cry before evaporating into a cloud of red.

Simon: Hold on. Demons don't sound like that when they die.

It was then that another man, of pale complexion, flowing white hair, stately red clothes and with a whip on his side, walked in to where the previous man had stood.

Juste: Oh dearest Maxim! Why did you have to perish so abruptly?

Simon: Another appears!

Juste: Hm?

The hunky newcomer is taken aback.

Juste: Can it be? Simon, Belmont?

Simon: What? How do you know of my name?

Juste: It is I, Grandfather. Juste. Juste Belmont, your descendent.

Simon: Juste? What kind of name is that? More importantly, did you call yourself my descendent?

Juste: Yes Grandfather. It has been 50 years since you had passed, and Castlevania has arisen once again. Surely Dracula has returned!

Simon fell silent to what was said and turned away to contemplate out loud.

Simon: 50 years… Has it really been 50 years?

Juste: Yes it has. It's astonishing that you are here; seemingly well, as though-

Simon: In 50 years time this is what has become of the Belmonts!

Juste: What?

Simon: A truly sick jest. Look at you: Wavy hair, tight skin, soft facial features, what I'm seeing to be mascara. You're nothing but a vanity doll, and in no way a respectable Belmont!

Juste: But Grandfather I am! I only appear this dainty because I'm still young-

Simon: Enough! Ugh, just looking at you fills me with bile. However there is no denying the essence you exude is in fact the signature Belmont aura. I can even sense the power of the Vampire Killer which you hold, another indicator of our shared lineage. Yet, I too hold the very same Vampire Killer of evil's bane.

Simon whipped his whip to emphasize that statement.

Simon: Now I understand; this is precisely the evil I sensed upon my revival!

Juste: Pardon?

Simon: Apparently Dracula's curse lingered on after my death, turning my descendents into sissy men. I won't have it! The strong masculine image established by my predecessors and me will not devolve into something so heinously effeminate. Clearly I've risen to rectify this blemish of bloodline, much like how I rectified that she-male from before!

Juste is stunned by that last part.

Juste: She-male, you mean Maxim? So… YOU were the one who slew him! I cannot believe this; you are not the kind-hearted Simon I was told of!

Simon: Well you're a pale girly husk of a Belmont and I cannot let you live longer to further tarnish my family's burly name!

Juste: Whatever you are I will not go down that easily. Your madness ends here!

Simon: Begone, pretty boy!

In a most extraordinarily bizarre turn of events the hero Simon Belmont began attacking his very own grandson. However despite the speed of Simon's whip Juste executed a flashy back dash in time to avoid the Vampire Killer by a wide margin.

Simon: Eh? What trickery is this?

Juste: Bedazzled, "Grandfather?" Then how about this!

Juste did a forward dash and lashed out with his Vampire Killer which connected and sent Simon hunched over in a groan a few feet back.

Simon: Hrgh! You're in for such a whipping you wily fop!

Simon charged forward in his awkward strut but once more Juste dashed away just as Simon attacked.

Simon: Hold still knave!

Simon strutted forward again and like the other two times his bleach-haired foe got out of striking distance.

Juste: Apparently mine is the quicker generation, ha ha. Now for thy reckoning!

Giving a shout and making a dramatic stance Juste conjured a massive ice missile from thin air and sent it into Simon. The antiquated Belmont, unprepared for the attack, was knocked back a good distance down the corridor, breaking several candles before coming to a stop on the ground. As he started to get up Simon spotted an item of interest: A Stop Watch beneath one of the busted hallway candles. Meanwhile Juste started walking toward Simon.

Juste: Ready to go peacefully, or have you passed already by chance?

Suddenly Juste froze mid-step to the sound of a piercing ting noise, a look of shock on his face.

Juste: Huh? Can't… Move…

Simon: Good to hear.

Two yards ahead Simon was back on his feet with the Stop Watch hovering over his head releasing its effect over the area. Juste gasped in dismay at the fatal disadvantage he found himself in.

Simon: Thine ass is grass now!

With boast uttered Simon let loose a steely Dagger that soared down the corridor and right into the creamy complexion of Juste's face. The impact sent the young vampire hunter flying back down the corridor and through a window at the other end. As glass shards and blood filled the air Juste gave a long heroic death cry as he fell far from the castle proper and over the vast cliff face below, but midway down a wandering Medusa Head bumped into him and a statue that was formerly a dying Belmont was dashed to bits on the rocks below. Finding himself alone once more Simon reveled in his victory.

Simon: Hmph. All flair and no resilience; typical pretty boy flaws. A great justice has been upheld this night.

At that moment Simon was overwhelmed by an unsettling feeling that brought him to kneel.

Simon: Ah… I'm sensing… great chaos and devastation… fire and death. More importantly, I sense: Bishonnen.

Simon stood straight back up.

Simon: I must away!

Rushing off down the corridor Simon ran into a teleportation room and leapt into a mosaic portal that sent him through time. On the other side Simon ran out of Castlevania and toward a huge rising cloud of smoke in the distance.

To Be Continued