Castlevania: Daughters of Darkness
Note: Castlevania belongs to Konami. As do some characters portrayed. The rest are originals, created by yours truly.
Prologue
In the blackened mist of the countryside of Romania, a castle appears from the mist. An endless cycle of rebirth, this castle is Castlevania, a pure hell for any human being.
In the main room, the infamous 'Prince of Darkness' takes his throne in front of the beasts of the underworld. These beasts had revived their fallen Prince this time around.
Count Vlad Tepes Dracula eased into his throne. Another century to take the opportunity to take over the world...
One of the demons, Slorga, knelt in front of Dracula. "My lord, how shall we proceed this year?"
"The same as our other attempts," said Dracula. "I wonder if a Belmont will come forward and amuse me with a pathetic show of bravery..."
One of his human familiars stepped forward. "Uh, sir? Every time a Belmont comes forth, you are defeated..."
Dracula's eye twitched. He coughed. "You ignorant human." He snapped his fingers. His newly appointed 'Death' stepped forward. He started pulling off a black glove.
The human pressed his face to the carpet. "Sire! Please forgive me for my rude comment! Forgive me!"
The Death put a finger to the man's head. The man's skin melted off and his muscle evaporated like acid was poured on him. The only thing left of him was his skeleton.
Dracula smirk. "Nice, Jeremy. Nothing less from someone who studied under my other 'Death'..."
Jeremy pushed back his black hood. As a new 'Death', his skin hadn't rotted off. In fact, he was a very attractive young man. Jet-black hair that fell to his waist, now tied in a loose ponytail. And dark violet eyes, so dark they looked black. Not to mention his skin was a dead white.
"I'm only doing my job, sire," said Jeremy, putting his black glove back on.
Dracula nodded. "What is the news of my son?"
Galbon knelt. "We haven't been able to sense Alucard. We think he is still in an eternal sleep..."
"Is that so? Oh well. Has anyone located my 'other children'?"
Another human familiar stepped forward. "Sire, the 'Daughters of Darkness' have been seen."
"That's good. I was afraid they were long dead. But my girls aren't that dumb. So, which country in Europe are they at?"
"Well, they are no longer in Europe..."
"What?! Where else could they be?!"
"In America, sire."
"Oh...send some guards. I think it's time I have a family reunion with my daughters..."
In America...
The door opened with a loud thud. The dark apartment was shrouded in light. The shadows of three beautiful young women entered the room, followed by another.
"Oh, this looks cozy..."
"I just need sleep..."
Marguerite Tepes looked around their new apartment in amusement. "This will do."
Gabriella Tepes snorted. "Of course it'll do. We can't afford anything else."
Delilah Tepes shook hands with their landlady. "We're sorry for arriving so late, Mrs. Summers..."
The woman laughed dizzyingly. "Don't worry, hons. Just get comfortable, okay?"
"Oh, we will," snickered Gabriella.
Marguerite rolled her eyes after Mrs. Summers left. "I don't see why we had to brainwash her..."
"To make things more convient. When we have to leave, we don't want them to ask any questions."
Marguerite, Gabriella, and Delilah were the infamous 'Daughters of Darkness'. They received the nickname from their father, the 'Prince of Darkness' Count Dracula. They were full-blooded vampires, and Dracula's oldest children. Even though they were hundreds of years old, Marguerite, the oldest, looked twenty-seven; Gabriella, the second oldest, looked twenty-three; and Delilah, the third oldest, looked seventeen.
"The times change so quickly," said Marguerite. "Why, I remember having to wear a corset. Those were killers."
Delilah walked onto the small balcony and gazed at the moon. "These times are so much better. They should've invented jeans hundreds of years ago. I know I would trade my skin tight dress for a pair of blue jeans."
Gabriella shrugged. "Oh well, in a chauvinist world, women are nothing. Men have worn pants since God-knows-when and women were forbidden to wear them. Not until the 20th century hit."
Marguerite sighed. "I regret bringing up the subject."
Delilah turned to her. "Marguerite...how do you think Adrian is doing?"
Gabriella allowed her stern face to soften. "I'm sure he's fine. He's a Dampire. He can survive in the night and the day."
"Gabriella's right," said Marguerite. "Adrian isn't ignorant. He knows how to survive better than any of us, and we're full vampires."
Adrian Fanheights Tepes, also known as Alucard, was their little brother. Although at first glance, Alucard looks much older than his sisters, there was a hundred year age difference. With his fair hair and soft gray eyes, anyone could tell he was the son of Dracula.
Marguerite didn't look much like Dracula. Her hair was light brown, and her blue-green eyes showed a rare gentleness that most vampires didn't have. Gabriella had a bad attitude, much like her father. Her hair was shiny ebony black, and her eyes were a dark magenta. Delilah somewhat looked like Dracula. She had white blond hair, and her eyes were light turquoise.
The 'Daughters of Darkness' left their father in the year 1687. They left because they didn't like the activities her father committed on humans. He hated humans to begin with, but his hatred grew when his second wife, Lisa, Alucard's mother, was executed as a witch for making medicine. Out of anger, he killed 50 people. But that happened two hundred years before they left. They wanted to take care of Alucard, who was in love with Sonia Belmont. But their little brother hated his father for all the pain he caused. They left Dracula for the same reasons.
"What I'm worried about," said Gabriella. "Is if Father will come looking for us..."
"He might," said Marguerite. "That's why we need to keep a close eye on who we meet. He does have human allies."
"That's obvious," said Delilah. "And..."
She stopped dead. She felt a horrible chill pass through her.
Someone was watching her. She looked upwards, where the roof was. She could feel a presence up there. "I'll be right back." She bent her knees, and jumped up to the roof.
"Wait Delilah!" Marguerite yelled. Delilah landed with ease.
A human stood there, grinning. "Lady Delilah. It's a pleasure to have finally met you."
"Did my father send you?!" demanded Delilah.
"What if he did? He misses you and your sisters. So much, that he wants to see you all."
Delilah shook her head. "I don't want to see him. Not after all the lives he took."
"My, my. How rude to speak of your father, Count Dracula, like that. It'd break his heart if he knew you said that."
"He doesn't have a heart. Now get out of here before I kill you."
"I was gonna leave, anyway. I'm warning you. He asks that you all be brought back alive. I know his minions would never hurt you, but if he hires mercenaries, they will. Listen well and return to Romania." With that he ran to the roof door and departed.
Father's after us, thought Delilah. And he knows where we are! God, I'm so stupid! Why did I show myself to that human familiar?!
Note: Castlevania belongs to Konami. As do some characters portrayed. The rest are originals, created by yours truly.
Prologue
In the blackened mist of the countryside of Romania, a castle appears from the mist. An endless cycle of rebirth, this castle is Castlevania, a pure hell for any human being.
In the main room, the infamous 'Prince of Darkness' takes his throne in front of the beasts of the underworld. These beasts had revived their fallen Prince this time around.
Count Vlad Tepes Dracula eased into his throne. Another century to take the opportunity to take over the world...
One of the demons, Slorga, knelt in front of Dracula. "My lord, how shall we proceed this year?"
"The same as our other attempts," said Dracula. "I wonder if a Belmont will come forward and amuse me with a pathetic show of bravery..."
One of his human familiars stepped forward. "Uh, sir? Every time a Belmont comes forth, you are defeated..."
Dracula's eye twitched. He coughed. "You ignorant human." He snapped his fingers. His newly appointed 'Death' stepped forward. He started pulling off a black glove.
The human pressed his face to the carpet. "Sire! Please forgive me for my rude comment! Forgive me!"
The Death put a finger to the man's head. The man's skin melted off and his muscle evaporated like acid was poured on him. The only thing left of him was his skeleton.
Dracula smirk. "Nice, Jeremy. Nothing less from someone who studied under my other 'Death'..."
Jeremy pushed back his black hood. As a new 'Death', his skin hadn't rotted off. In fact, he was a very attractive young man. Jet-black hair that fell to his waist, now tied in a loose ponytail. And dark violet eyes, so dark they looked black. Not to mention his skin was a dead white.
"I'm only doing my job, sire," said Jeremy, putting his black glove back on.
Dracula nodded. "What is the news of my son?"
Galbon knelt. "We haven't been able to sense Alucard. We think he is still in an eternal sleep..."
"Is that so? Oh well. Has anyone located my 'other children'?"
Another human familiar stepped forward. "Sire, the 'Daughters of Darkness' have been seen."
"That's good. I was afraid they were long dead. But my girls aren't that dumb. So, which country in Europe are they at?"
"Well, they are no longer in Europe..."
"What?! Where else could they be?!"
"In America, sire."
"Oh...send some guards. I think it's time I have a family reunion with my daughters..."
In America...
The door opened with a loud thud. The dark apartment was shrouded in light. The shadows of three beautiful young women entered the room, followed by another.
"Oh, this looks cozy..."
"I just need sleep..."
Marguerite Tepes looked around their new apartment in amusement. "This will do."
Gabriella Tepes snorted. "Of course it'll do. We can't afford anything else."
Delilah Tepes shook hands with their landlady. "We're sorry for arriving so late, Mrs. Summers..."
The woman laughed dizzyingly. "Don't worry, hons. Just get comfortable, okay?"
"Oh, we will," snickered Gabriella.
Marguerite rolled her eyes after Mrs. Summers left. "I don't see why we had to brainwash her..."
"To make things more convient. When we have to leave, we don't want them to ask any questions."
Marguerite, Gabriella, and Delilah were the infamous 'Daughters of Darkness'. They received the nickname from their father, the 'Prince of Darkness' Count Dracula. They were full-blooded vampires, and Dracula's oldest children. Even though they were hundreds of years old, Marguerite, the oldest, looked twenty-seven; Gabriella, the second oldest, looked twenty-three; and Delilah, the third oldest, looked seventeen.
"The times change so quickly," said Marguerite. "Why, I remember having to wear a corset. Those were killers."
Delilah walked onto the small balcony and gazed at the moon. "These times are so much better. They should've invented jeans hundreds of years ago. I know I would trade my skin tight dress for a pair of blue jeans."
Gabriella shrugged. "Oh well, in a chauvinist world, women are nothing. Men have worn pants since God-knows-when and women were forbidden to wear them. Not until the 20th century hit."
Marguerite sighed. "I regret bringing up the subject."
Delilah turned to her. "Marguerite...how do you think Adrian is doing?"
Gabriella allowed her stern face to soften. "I'm sure he's fine. He's a Dampire. He can survive in the night and the day."
"Gabriella's right," said Marguerite. "Adrian isn't ignorant. He knows how to survive better than any of us, and we're full vampires."
Adrian Fanheights Tepes, also known as Alucard, was their little brother. Although at first glance, Alucard looks much older than his sisters, there was a hundred year age difference. With his fair hair and soft gray eyes, anyone could tell he was the son of Dracula.
Marguerite didn't look much like Dracula. Her hair was light brown, and her blue-green eyes showed a rare gentleness that most vampires didn't have. Gabriella had a bad attitude, much like her father. Her hair was shiny ebony black, and her eyes were a dark magenta. Delilah somewhat looked like Dracula. She had white blond hair, and her eyes were light turquoise.
The 'Daughters of Darkness' left their father in the year 1687. They left because they didn't like the activities her father committed on humans. He hated humans to begin with, but his hatred grew when his second wife, Lisa, Alucard's mother, was executed as a witch for making medicine. Out of anger, he killed 50 people. But that happened two hundred years before they left. They wanted to take care of Alucard, who was in love with Sonia Belmont. But their little brother hated his father for all the pain he caused. They left Dracula for the same reasons.
"What I'm worried about," said Gabriella. "Is if Father will come looking for us..."
"He might," said Marguerite. "That's why we need to keep a close eye on who we meet. He does have human allies."
"That's obvious," said Delilah. "And..."
She stopped dead. She felt a horrible chill pass through her.
Someone was watching her. She looked upwards, where the roof was. She could feel a presence up there. "I'll be right back." She bent her knees, and jumped up to the roof.
"Wait Delilah!" Marguerite yelled. Delilah landed with ease.
A human stood there, grinning. "Lady Delilah. It's a pleasure to have finally met you."
"Did my father send you?!" demanded Delilah.
"What if he did? He misses you and your sisters. So much, that he wants to see you all."
Delilah shook her head. "I don't want to see him. Not after all the lives he took."
"My, my. How rude to speak of your father, Count Dracula, like that. It'd break his heart if he knew you said that."
"He doesn't have a heart. Now get out of here before I kill you."
"I was gonna leave, anyway. I'm warning you. He asks that you all be brought back alive. I know his minions would never hurt you, but if he hires mercenaries, they will. Listen well and return to Romania." With that he ran to the roof door and departed.
Father's after us, thought Delilah. And he knows where we are! God, I'm so stupid! Why did I show myself to that human familiar?!