Important information: Just imagine it as you as Castlevania anime style
Dracula Tepes was dead. There was a power void that needed to be filled now with the Lord of Vampires gone, and Carmilla despite a heavy lost of her army at Brallia, she still had goal to accomplish. For the time being she retreated back to her region and castle in Styria, Austria along with her newest pet, the devil forge master Hector.
Who would assist her in rebuilding her army.
The thirst for power was stronger in Carmilla now than ever, what she could do and how she would, would work. Her hunger would devour nearly everything, yet she felt she would not be satisfied, until the day came where an unusual out of place guest appeared before her castle and presented her with a tasteful hanging fruit fascination, she couldn't pass up this new world they offered.
A thin smile ran on Carmilla's lips, her eyes darkly glisten with enthusiasm. Extended a hand to her...guest.
"I believe we have an accord," she said silverly.
They extend their large gruff hand back and shake.
A guttered chuckle rose from their throat and a sardonic tusk smile pushed on their lips. Their red eyes met Carmilla's icy blues. For a moment then bowed respectfully.
"Yes, I believe we do. Countess Carmilla—I mean Lord Carmilla."
"Shall we begin, Time Master Savanti Romero!"
Gripping the time scepter in his other hand, Savanti stood up placing it between the two of them. Activated it.
"Yes, let us beginning."
A beginning indeed was Initially was the plan if not idea Sypha and Trévor had after leaving Dracula's castle and the Belmont hold, they went out to fight and battle the rest of Dracula's followers, to find not a single trace. At first they did in the three months they left, now just nothing.
Towns and villages they went to seem to shake the fear they had. It was odd. As though the vampires and monsters vanished. Feeling this had or might have some magic behind it Sypha incurred they return back to the castle and hold.
After a speedy travel arrive in a month. Their friend and former travel companion greeted them, that afternoon.
"Alucard," Sypha greeted. Taking his hands in hers. Smiling warmly.
The feeling was returned. "Sypha, a pleasure to see you." He looked pass her to Trévor.
They locked eyes, quickly dissolving it and smirked instead.
"I'm half surprise you're alive, Belmont," Alucard chided.
Trevor scoffed. "Not as surprise as me, I thought you'd laying in a new coffin."
"Trévor," Sypha groaned, shoving him. "pay him no mind. Alucard," her voice disconcerting, earning his attention, "somethings wrong, we need to search the Belmont hold."
Alucard rose a brow. "What is it? What's wrong?" He looked to Trevor, who had a expression matching Sypha's tone.
He stepped aside immediately. "Yes, of course," They walked by to the castle, he followed. "though would you care to offer an explanation or provide me upon this urgency."
They enter the castle.
"The rest of Dracula's legion is gone." Trévor told him.
"And that's bad?"
"Yes," Sypha nipped, hastily walking.
Alucard knotted his brows. "Doesn't that mean you've done your job?"
They arrive to the staircase leading to the hold. "Not quite," Trevor said. Following Sypha down the rebuilt winding staircase.
"Not quite? What do you mean?"Alucard pressed. "Belmont you're not making much sense as you normally do. Sypha, what's going on?"
She reached the bottom. Whipped around to him. "I told you, the vampires and monsters are some how gone. All of them!" Her arms throw up. "There is no way either of us could have rid them that fast."
It seem to make sense, Alucard took a moment to process this, Sypha left his side and went into the library, fumbled through the text. Trevor and Alucard enter just as she found what she believed might be the right text that could possibly explain this, cracked it open.
"So, what'd you fine?" Trévor asked, dryly.
She hushed him, turning a few pages, Alucard tried to see, casting a shadow. Annoyed she moved away. Muttering some of the text to herself, flipping rough through a few pages. Every so often stopping. Muttering what was written and with each word muttered, something sparked in the castle's engine.
Sent cracklings energy all throughout, like lightning. A small spark flattered along the bookshelves, the more Sypha read. Going unnoticed, creating along the floor. Attached to the three, sending minor surge through each. Seemingly Electrocuting them for a brief moment, a bright flash Ensnared. Zapping then away, leaving nothing but burnt marks where they stood.
What felt like hours was merely just a second, in mid air, a ball of crackling lightning and gusting winds converged and contracting, burst suddenly. A pulse of rippled, three bodies dropped to the ground.
Sypha, Trevor, and Alucard laid on the cold concrete roof top, beneath a grey sky afternoon, Unconscious.
Standing where you were, stare wide-eyed at the three figures just a few feet away. Your mouth nearly fell open at the sight. It actually...you couldn't believe it! You did it! At age 21, you did and it worked! They came before the wipe.
Everything inside you jumped and flipped. While your burnt hands and arms trembled. Tentatively you walk over, lean in a bit to get a closer look. Their clothes screamed 15th century.
"Good!" You wipe your brow, wince a bit from the pain in your arm. Flinch a bit from the rumbling thunder. Cast your eyes to the now darling sky, "better get them inside."
You reach a hand out, pick up the first one.
The pounding headache woke Trevor and not the hangover type, but it was the soft patted touches on his forehead that actually opened his eyes and senses. His vision was blurry at first, until he smelled a gentle aroma, focusing it.
He had to make sure he wasn't dreaming, blinked a few times. Find you, a young woman at least two to three years younger, with brown bronze skin like smooth fine leather. Stretching out an arm over his forehead gently dabbing his forehead, your long soft wavy fuchsia, pulled back into low ponytail, bangs an all. With warm and bright golden yellow eyes casting a tender and focused attention on whatever you where doing.
What struck him wasn't your appearance, but what you wore. A red shirt without sleeves it seemed but had straps and a crescent cut on the chest exposing a bit of your chest, while you leaned over and close to him. Not that he was completing, it wasn't what he was expecting. Nor the softness his whole body rested on.
Feeling eyes on you, look down find Trevor awake, smile relieved.
"Hello," you address him rest a gentle hand on your chest, "I'm glad you're awake, please don't be alarmed, my name is May O'Neil. Welcome to the 21st century."