As the ruins of Castlevania began to crumble into the dust, the dark shadow of Nathan Graves could be seen walking from the wreck, holding the crimson handle of his blood-stained whip.

1,000 years has since passed. Decendants of the Graves family remain loyal to traditions. A direct decendant of Nathan, has inherited name and destiny.

"Slash!" The loud crack of a whip against air could be heard inside the dojo where Nathan was trained. Then, a voice from the back of the room caused him to pause his training. "Good, you are indeed becoming stronger. You certainly live up to your name. However, I think it would be wise of you to challenge a human opponent..."



The voice had come from his master, Grant Baldwin. Nathan was surprised at this remark, as his master rarely let him actually train with an opponent, although he had always loved combat.

He replied as calmly as he could "Yes Master, who shall I be fighting?".

"Your opponent shall be my own son, Damien." As he said this, a slight laugh came from the door on the opposite side of Nathan. Quickly, Nathan turned around to see a figure in the doorway, holding a whip similair to the one he had.

"Are you ready...Nathan?" And without waiting for a reply, Damien drew his whip, and ran forward at Nathan, and made a slash with his whip. Nathan was easily able to duck under, and dodge his opponents strike, and he lifted his right knee, and slammed it into Damiens ribs.

Damien was able to punch Nathan twice onto the chest, but it stalled for little time, as Nathan retaliated by kicking him back to an upright position, and slashing Damien's chest with his whip. Hard. The impact knocked Damien to the ground.

Damien clutched his chest, and looked at his hand in shock as blood spilled out from it. He looked up at Nathan, and saw a smirk fall over Nathan's face.

"You bastard!" Damien pushed himself off the ground, and got ready to attack again, but was cut short by the voice of his father.

"Thats enough, it's obvious that Nathan has come out on top..." Damien tried to argue at this, but he went unnoticed. "Nathan, you have indeed proved yourself worthy of this...".

Nathan didn't understand what his master had meant by this, but he watched with interest, as his master moved to the shelf on the left wall ofthe room, and removed a whip.

Grant walked back to Nathan, and held out the whip in both arms. "This is the hunter whip, used by your ancestor of one thousand years past, Nathan Graves, of whom you were named after".

Nathan was shocked, this was the most prized possesion of his master.

"Please, do not ask questions, go home and get some rest, for you shall need it..." This had confused both Nathan and Damien, but Nathan did as he was told, and Damien did not succeed in getting any more information.

As the clock struck midnight, Nathan was asleep on his bed, but the sound of fire could be heard outside, and flames were rising from the outside of his window.

Soon, Damien and Grant were at the door, and Nathan woke up. Nathan was almost in shock when he got the door, and saw the state of the village.

The entire village was inflamed! Nathan looked around horrified, not believing what he was seeing. However, he was brought back to the harsh reality by the words of his master.

"Dracula has arisen."