I have never played the original game of Christopher Belmont, so I will be using the Adventure Rebirth, for a better level of writing and progress.
Judge it how you see fit, I am using it.

The rift opened, slightly floating in the air, to them jumping out as the shrouded look appeared once more on Alexander and Shanoa, though surprising still in her new attire, now wore a long cloak like what a priest or cleric would wear before it closed up to Kenmur, in his berserker attire, and Sapphire whose look changed to show she to be a sort of wildling as Kenmur released and let Sapphire panic a bit. "Wait, what... how... huh!?"
"Trust us, it happens all the time..." Alexander took a look about to see that they sat in front of the main gate and their position was only before the infamous Belmont arrived, as the family name was still in the shadows from the people themselves, having believed such falsehood to save themselves. "We have little time before we meet this era's Belmont so let's..."
"WAIT, WHAT?!" Sapphire nearly screeched as she went on a rant. "What do you mean 'Belmont', what's going on!?" Alexander paused before he faced Kenmur.
"Dear friend Kenmur... did you forget to tell her WHY this was happening?"
Kenmur shrugged as he replied. "I tried, but she was in such a hurry to aid us that she didn't listen to a word I said." Alexander rubbed his temples as he sighed a bit before he explained.
"Basically... we are traveling through time itself and meeting the different aspects of vampire slayers that have, and I quote, killed Dracula." If Sapphire's body hadn't been human and something else, her jaw would have slammed into the dirt and dug down a good six feet as Alexander adjusted a pair of glasses that sat on his face, merely frames for appearance sake as he continued. "Naturally, I think the same that it would be impossible, but as fate has it, we are here now, waiting for this time's Belmont to greet us, whether it be... hostile or friendly."

"I actually think otherwise, Alex." Shanoa said as she removed the hood and spoke. "Though tales of Sir Christopher are older than expected, he has been known to be both a powerful force against the shadow, but also a kind man who holds more high than his own family and line, he is dictated to the belief." Shanoa mused as she looked more like wanting to squeal in joy instead of restraining herself in compose. "Indeed, an honest man..."
"I see..." Alexander rubbed his jaw as he nodded as well. "Well, that could be helpful, but we can never tell individuals first, we must..." The treading of boots rang across the darkened forest and the party quickly took to combat position as a tough-looking man appeared and wore a look of surprise.
"Oh, I was unaware that there were others that knew of the Count's revival."
"That we are..." Alexander spoke as he explained. "However, it is not within our reasons to fight the Count alone, we may not possess the ability to destroy him ourselves." The man nodded as he stepped closer, leather armor adoring his frame over a muscled complex.
"So, a short cooperation is in order then, you four are willing to aid in fighting the legions that bend knee to the Count and help in fighting Dracula himself?"

"That's the idea." Alexander said as he extended a hand and Christopher took it, his hand much larger, but no less strong as they shook on it, releasing and turned to the gate as Alexander spoke. "So... can you live up to Trevor Belmont's skills or will you branch a new path before you?"
"It is my path now, how I decide it is solely up to me." The party nodded as they headed through the side passage, the only trail that was not barred or briar with middle-way guard posts in between sections as they treaded through the rain and mud, battling through mud men, bats and crows that barred their way before encountering what could only be termed as peeping eyes, but they were not quite... there as they just rolled about, the only piece they had was the skeletons... being rather bothersome with throwing their bones. Their travel soon came to a halt when they faced a Giant Bat and fared against the creature with ease as its charge and movement were quickly cut short before they moved on to the monster's blazing husk. They proceeded onward through the standing structure that laid before them before heading through the top, breaking through glass and heading in to face the final monster that barred them, a Giant Peeping Eye who shared the same fate as it actually bounced high and tried to roll over the party with an added issue of it spawning more Eyes from its own. It couldn't maintain such an ability as the party quickly destroyed the creature and took a moment to collect themselves as Christopher spoke. "Since the passage to the castle is barred off, it would make sense for the Count to have an alternate way into the castle, I suspect that we must enter through the catacombs..."
"You mean we need to go through a dark, damp, tunnel just to get inside!?" The party nodded as Sapphire groaned in sorrow. "Just my luck, pulled into a mess of all things."
"Don't be like this, friend." Kenmur spoke as he roped an arm over her arm and pounded a fist to his chest. "We can take on anything that the Count throws our way."
"Let's take this one step at a time, okay?" The pair nodded as Alexander spoke. "Your thoughts on how we should go through the 'catacombs'?"

"That old servant quarters..." Christopher pointed it out, some distance from their position as he continued. "Though it seems fine from this distance, I feel that some of the stone and tile had fallen apart to time's bites and opened up a passage."
"Then we go through there and, friend, keep close to our berserker for the time being, we can't risk too many things tying to stop us short." Kenmur nodded with Sapphire as they headed on in, battling spear armors, flea men, and bats before they entered the depths of the catacombs, the ancient machines continuing to run with fish men and more bats attempting to kill them as they soon faced with a Max Slimer, its massive blue slime repelling enough from damage that its core was soon exposed and was quickly destroyed, the slime fading away into the ground once it came as they discovered a functioning elevator and ascended back into the quarters and headed to the back when they stopped short of a frozen statue, its punched hand cracking the ground, Alexander and Shanoa first to observe it as its stone skin was odd, not like a normal statue, but like someone or something had intentionally left the being there in that state. "Self-petrification... I hardly think it is wise for anyone to willing turn themselves to stone without a method to undo such a state."
"Indeed, but the body structure is... off, should it be more of a man than a hulking creature?"
Alexander realized the meaning before he sighed with a sad look. "That's because... we walked straight into the final foe here." As if by magic, the stone transformed to greyish skin as the hand released from its grip and it straightened up in a hunchback kind of way before trying to kill them, the brute not hard to take down as it merely pulled the stone from the floor and ceiling before throwing them and slamming a fist into the ground at the location where one or a few of the members were standing. Alex was actually impressed with Sapphire as she was getting into the handle of things, using her only transformation to fight and proved too quick for the hurls or swings to make contact, even when the brute suddenly shrink in size and got lighter, it was in vain as they killed the monster and it toppled over in death, bursting into flames as most of the foes did. Christopher crossed his arms as he thought about the next part of passage as they took a moment to discuss it.
"We have past the wall and managed to enter the castle grounds, but I believe that our next path is going to be troubling, there are no other ways through so we need to pass through the interior of the castle walls until we can find our way through."

"That makes reasonable sense, friend or do you have a name?" Alexander wanted to keep a low profile and since they didn't appear when Chrisopher's family was truly threatened, he felt more willing to speak.
"Christopher Belmont, what of you?" Alexander looked to the other side of the room where the others were talking with each other before he turned back and replied.
"Alexander... I have no last name as those that found me never graced me with one, so I had made my own, so Alexander Helmsmith at your service."
"I see..." Christopher hummed as he spoke. "So what of the young woman that stayed by your side, is she your love or are you two merely allies?" Alexander didn't quite know if it was like that, sure there were moments, but... did it truly matter?"
"I can't say really, but her name is Shanoa." Christopher's hand moved a slight bit, telling Alexander something. "You know... who we are then?"

"I do, but your name was... different, are you certain that you are not Elmendan?" Alex nodded with a look of focus as Christopher continued. "I remember my grandfather of Trevor Belmont, but something about this 'Elmendan' caught my attention beforehand, it was as if..."
"Time is writing a new story that was unsettling?" The Belmont nodded as Alexander rubbed his jaw in worry. "I feared as much, whatever happened in the past is trying to branch out into the future, it's influence is too weak without a conduit... and it is trying to obtain that conduit."
"Which is...?" Alexander turned and looked out the window as Shanoa glanced over to him and stood up from the party's little training and details as the young man frowned to the falling rain that had hovered over the castle once more.
"Me... it wants me..." Alexander tilted his head to the side as he closed his eyes, arms crossed. "My involvement has started to affect the history of the worlds and my own life is connected to this threat that I worry... if I am going to prevail or fall short to what wants to use my body for its own desires." He hummed like it was starting to bother him greatly, as it should before he turned back to Christopher and looked at the map, the rough diagram evident enough that there was too much room for a positive understanding. "What do you think we would encounter if we were to proceed through the walls toward the castle?"
"If anything, we are bound to face more skeletal legions in our path and possibly encounter guardians much like the ones we have faced with, this beast and the great eye were apparent to have provided enough room for us to debate our plans, grand foes that safeguard parts and emit such an aura that the other creatures would quickly fall in line." Christopher didn't want to press the matter of Alexander going to lose his life to some evil force, but he couldn't make it any better. "I would advise that we do not tarrying for too long, every minute we spend, the more powerful Dracula becomes."

"Agreed, we should move on and see what we can deal with." The party grouped up again before they headed into the depths of the wall, not too surprised to find skeletons and others threats barring their way like the Blood Bones before they battled a guardian, a Bone Dragon or at least an advanced one as it blasted blue orbs at them and detached itself from the wall it was bound to, but its skeletal frame and large size was not enough to stop the party as they struck the monster down and Alexander felt the rush of the more powerful soul as... it spoke to him, seemingly relieved to be free from its place in the wall. They continued on through more chambers that implied that humans and other souls were killed swiftly or tortured slowly before their end, Sapphire nearly vomiting from the sights as they soon lift it behind and soon entered a chamber that looked more like an armory with a large claymore-like blade trapped in stone before a voice spoke, echoing across the room.
"You dare to enter my lair, mortals!?" The stone pedestal cracked and fractured as the party quickly turned to face in readiness as the voice boomed again. "THEN YOU WILL PAY WITH YOUR LIVES!" The stone shattered into flying fragment as the blade... shifted about like a vast array of weapons before it called forth a barrier of blades as Alexander opened his mouth with frowned brow, the look both amaze and shock.
"A actual Ruler's Sword!?" He gestured to it like it is something completely amazing. "Do any of you know how amazing this is, Ruler's Swords are so rare that anyone who can find one are lucky in the very least!"
"But what does that sword have that any other 'living sword' does not possess?" Christopher inquired as the battle... just didn't start or even begin, as odd as that was, as even the sword was confused as it just hovered, its summoned swords doing the same.
"Its inept ability of weapon conjuration is second to none and it ACTUALLY does possess a valid soul that one could easily speak to on equal terms, but the soul itself is picky, those that are recognized as an ally or viable wielder will find that the weapon can transform into any weapon that it knows of or learns about while those that it recognizes as a foe are... well, not in its good graces." The party raised a brow as they turned back to the Ruler's Sword that dismissed the blades and its outer shell started to move like it was folding arms.

"Mortal words often tell lies, but even I am not fully understanding of this power you speak of, perhaps you have a higher belief than I do." The Ruler's Sword floated on over as the most of the party backed, except Kenmur and Alexander as a sole green orb on the hilt of the inner sword seemed to flash open like a demonic eye. "What promise do you carry that you can aid in this power of mine?"
"To know the truth can be just as doomed, neither do we possess the full level of your power..." Alexander mused as he shifted in place. "...However, we are not going to sit idle about as this is not just a mystery to us, but to you as well, Ruler... no, your soul still has a name..." The air quieted to a halt as Alexander smiled and looked at the sword. "Your new name has become Soulblade, Betrayer of Titans or is it better to call you by the name that first crafted you, Talusan." Suddenly the blades fell to the ground and the core blade plunged into the tile as the soul was copied and absorbed as the eye opened once more, the crystal now a topaz color.
"Interesting, let us see what your power will lead you next." The blade flew up and hovered in the air before Kenmur, on a whim, reached over and gripped the handle, a surge of power emitting from shockwaves before they settled and Kenmur lifted the weapon up with a look of pride as Alexander clapped his shoulder.
"Excellent for you, you have just gained a new power and it trusts you in return." The berserker nodded as Alexander turned to the party who were rather silent in the exchange, the blade being sheathed. "So where should we head next, Belmont?"
Christopher didn't question the fact that Alex had talked a living sword down from a fight, let alone a very powerful one and let it be taken by the berserker, he instead focused on the next location. "I fear not, but if I were to warrant a guess, I would suspect that we must cross the causeway to the actual castle." Christopher pulled out a map and pointed it out. "The odds that there is more company waiting for us on the other side is a possible threat indeed."

"Well, whatever the case, we are in for the long haul, so let's greet the rest of the residents of the castle." The party nodded as they headed to the passage that opened to them, but Shanoa was worried and for good reason...
...Was Alexander's life really going to be lost in this venture...?