Refer to Switch 3: Alucard is tasked with defeating a black merman.
Ending of the Servant
Not having time to counterattack, Alucard dashed out of the entrance of the room, getting out of the black merman's path. It swung its axe hard enough to get it stuck into the rock floor, spraying bright sparks far and wide. The boy prisoner jumped back with the rest, screaming.
He couldn't get distracted. Alucard focused on his magic. According to the books in the Library, this particular merman had hard scales that would lessen magic attacks. Even though his fire spells would cause great pain to some monsters, it would only be a tickle to this one. He could infuse his sword with fire, though. As the magic became active, an orange glow surrounded the gray blade. And before the black merman could get his axe free, Alucard stabbed it in the side.
The merman yelped, letting go of its weapon and jumping back. Alucard managed to yank his sword back out before he lost it. Now unarmed, the merman began sending spiked balls of ice at him. He dodged around as best he could, catching what ones he couldn't avoid with his shield. Once close enough, he stabbed the merman again, this time using his sword to conduct a fire spell straight into its body.
Immediately, the smell of fried flesh filled the air. The black merman screamed, but had taken too much damage. It collapsed onto the ground and was soon little more than a pile of fishy bones and black scales. Had it been a magical construct like the zombies?
A glint of metal appeared in the scales, something the black merman had been wearing. Alucard pulled it out with the tip of his sword, finding a large key on a black cord. From the size of the cord's loop, it had been around the merman's arm. Most likely, it opened the prisoner cell. He hadn't been told to let them go, though. He had just been told to defeat the black merman.
There was a flash of green light as his father teleported into the room. Dracula nodded to him. "Well done. It was a simple foe, but you have a lot of potential."
"It looked tougher than it was, but the spell worked like you said," Alucard said. He was rather impressed: his father knew alchemy, magic, and strategy. With that and the power he had from the castle, Dracula could change the world and make things better. Then Alucard handed the key over and quietly asked, "What do we do with his prisoners?"
After a glance, he took the key. "They're ours now. There is something you could do." Dracula went over and unlocked the prison door. The prisoners weren't sure what to do. Were they being released, or was this man as bad as the one that had captured them? They got their answer when Dracula grabbed the boy and knocked him into the prison bars, making him bleed.
With the dark power of Dracula's potion in his body, Alucard quickly succumbed to the smell of fresh blood.
Being a newly turned vampire, Alucard couldn't teleport yet. But his father kept that in mind and walked with him to the Chamber of Chaos, helping him with obstacles that were out of his power for now. "With Castlevania fully in my control again, this is an ideal place for your training," he said. "By the time you're fully grown, you will be one of the best."
He nodded, walking on the red carpet. At the edges of this dark hall, there were scattered bones and bloodstains. It bothered him some, but he was getting used to it. The hardest part was thinking of himself as not human any more. When he could manage that, the human remains were there as signs of the vampire's superiority.
And there was one other problem. "What about Mother?" he asked. "She still believes in the illusions of the church."
"We'll both have to keep working to convince her otherwise," Dracula said. "At least you've given up on that foolishness." Their conversation was suspended as they came to the skull door at the end of the hall. A black robed figure was hovering there. "Death, is everything ready?"
"Yes, Lord Dracula," Death said. "We are only waiting on your arrival. And the boy here?"
"I'm here in the service of my father," Alucard said promptly.
"Are you now?" Death put his hand on Alucard's head; the boy did his best not to react when his gaze crossed the empty eye sockets of this creature. Fortunately, he nodded in approval. "That will do. Your arrival here could be fortunate for us. Come on in." He then warped into the room while Dracula and Alucard went through the door.
Inside, Olrox had been tied down to a stone table by chains and magic. He was a tall and thin man, wearing lavender and silver armor. His body looked especially frail now, after he'd been kept in a cell without blood and tortured. In his studies, Alucard was learning that such things were necessary. This man had defied Dracula once, and so couldn't be trusted ever again.
"This is the only outcome that you should have expected, Olrox," Dracula said. "I only humored you for the exercise."
Despite his position, he scowled. "You aren't going to be in power forever. If I can't bring you down, one of my associates will."
"Unless they're all dead already," Dracula said calmly. "Are you ready to become one of the captive souls of Castlevania?"
That made him smirk. "So you acknowledge my power."
"I am not going to take your soul. I am giving it to my son."
Alucard stood there quietly, but Olrox stared, then went into a rage. His skin nearly turned green and scaly, but the magic chains lashed out against the transformation. "What?! You're giving my soul to some newblood? This is an insult!"
"You've already lost," Drcaula said. "It is an appropriate one. Alucard?"
He stepped forward; although Olrox was fighting the chains, he trusted his father's work. "Yes?"
"Follow my instructions and don't mind if he fusses."
Nodding, he proceeded to do exactly as told.
It was many years since Alucard had acquired Olrox's soul. He was making good use of it too: it had a few lizards he could turn into, his favorite being the small one that could speedily walk over the walls and ceilings. Being in that form, he could get around this cave quickly and observe the group trying to get into Castlevania.
There were three of them. One was a witch, but not the sort that could be converted into their followers. If he recalled right, she had been turned to stone by another of his father's servants some time ago. Another seemed to be a bandit who was as comfortable on the ceiling as he was as a lizard. Again, he bore too much light in his soul to be of much use to them. And the third…
The third had a soul of light that was more potent than any Alucard had encountered. At least since he'd been able to sense the balance of light and dark in people's hearts. The scent of his blood was different too, bearing some kind of succession blessing. Was that the kind of person who was said to be born with a destiny before them?
And there was that whip at the man's side. On the surface, it seemed like a simple weapon, but it held an intense light as well. It even seemed aware; at least, aware of him. The man put his hand on the whip, seeming to grow cautious. "Something's here," he said.
"One of Dracula's creations?" the witch asked.
"No," he said. Then he looked up at the ceiling, where Alucard was. "Another vampire."
If he could tell that, and with that strange blood… it had to be one of the Belmonts. With the Vampire Killer whip. Still, he had his orders. Given he'd already lost his advantage of surprise, Alucard transformed to his regular body and went right into attack.
