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Castlevania Chronicles
Simon
Chapter two: Dance of Pales
The Dining and Dance Hall
At last Simon could see the castle entrance. There was no turning back now, not that he wanted to of course. It was not as heavily guarded as he thought it would've been. The demonic creatures in the forest had been easily dispatched of, and Simon had made it to Castlevania in less than a week's travel.
The castle looked centuries old, though this was the first time Simon had ever laid eyes upon it. The large, wooden doors had appeared to reflect the moonlight's glow and shone quite dimly. Simon looked over to where a statue of a maiden was, which was next to a garden full perfectly grown flowers. There was an exquisitely large and beautiful flower next to some impaled corpses. The vines seemed to have strangled its victims, with the way it was wrapped around the corpses' necks.
Simon took one step forward and continued to keep his eye on the plant, sensing danger. As soon as he had taken his second step, the large plant began to blossom and sprout its oversized leaves and branches. Knowing he had no time to waste on such a lowly creature, Simon quickly picked up his pace and entered the castle, before the plant could fully sprout.
The castle was immense in stature and size. It was a castle that was unimaginable to others. Though the outside had seemed old, the inside castle walls were neatly polished and furnished with beautiful and illustrious paintings. The giant dinner table in the middle of the dining hall held plates, which were stained red, along with the table's cloth. Gigantic pillars covered most areas, and there was another large wooden door at the opposite end.
Sensing no danger, Simon proceeded to enter the adjacent door and found himself to be what had seemed to be an enormous dance hall, nicely ordained and decorated with large paintings as the dining hall before it. This room was not vacant however, as there were various apparitions dancing to an endless and forgotten waltz. A forgotten dance of pales.
Simon untied his whip from his metal belt and let it hit the floor. He switched the whip over to his right hand and looked around the large chamber for any other imposing threats. The apparitions had not seemed to know of Simon's presence and continued dancing with each other's partners, a dance that was neatly synchronized and orchestrated. Simon quickly flung his whip onto one of the male apparitions. The whip struck nothing.
'If my whip does not even touch them, then this could pose a serious threat.' Simon thought to himself, now searching and gazing around the room with caution. The apparitions paid no attention to Simon's futile attempts.
'Maybe I should just leave them be.' Simon thought, and walked towards a nearby door.
"Please, come join us in this beautiful waltz, Master Belmont." One of the female ghosts invited Simon, who quickly turned around to face her.
"Yes, come join us in this eternal requiem". A male ghost whispered over to Simon.
"Nay, this is a waltz full of death and sorrow, and thou doth deserve to be kept in this imprisonment of dance for thou are paying for you're past life's sins." Simon told them.
At that moment, they all tuned to Simon, and gazed at him with faces full of anguish, hate, sorrow, and despise.
"That is why we hate the living, for mockery such as this!" The apparitions all said in unison.
Simon once again readied himself as they all embraced one another and continued their dance, only this time in midair. They all started dancing and floating towards Simon's directions, while the counters, and dinner tables started to thump loudly. Simon quickly dodges the dinner plated and utensils being randomly thrown, and whipped the dining chairs back. The chandelier started to move, and broke away from the polished ceiling as the candles themselves ignited with small lighting flames. The chandelier flew towards Simon at full speed. Simon grabbed a small desk nearby and threw it towards the threat, which made a large crashing and breaking sound.
Simon felt a sharp jab on his right hand, and dropped his whip. He took the fork out of the back of his hand and threw it aside. It had made small holes, though it was not bleeding badly. Simon picked up his whip and struck it randomly into the air and felt contact with something. He then saw a female's head roll onto the ground and near his boots, followed by the body, bleeding from its large open gaping wound.
The Belmont quickly figured that all the apparitions were all connected to the lead dancers, which were the ones that spoken to him. They were all synchronized and were following the lead dancer's movements, which seemed to appear various times and were apparently vulnerable then. With a few strikes from the whip, the male dancer fell down to the ground, and burst into flames, while the other apparitions all said their thanks, and vanished, leaving Simon standing in a big empty chamber.
Simon Belmont walked over to another large door, which was metal, and beautifully decorated with sigils, and flowers with an oil painting of a chubby woman on the wall next to it.
The Marble Gallery
The Marble Gallery was the most well decorated and extravagant chamber that Simon had come across so far. He looked around, gazing at the enormous oil and canvas painting on the walls of the gallery with a sense of awe. He had never seen such royalty, for he had always lived a life in Transylvania in which he had not always had food on the table, but nevertheless, he had always found it be his most joyous and peaceful times. He was not yet married, but had taken a liking to one of his dearest friends. She was a shy girl, at the tender age of 20, which was only three years younger than Simon was. She had given Simon one of her precious family heirloom; The Necklace of J. She was now in refuge with her mother, along with the other villagers in a town on the outskirts of Warakiya.
Simon took a much needed rest and sat down at the foot of one the large statues by the wall. He reached over to his wool pouch on his belt and pulled out a few slices of turkey and chicken breast he had prepared the day before. After his quick meal, he sat there and looked around for another exit into the next chamber. He would have to walk quite a bit this time.
The young Belmont walked down the long hall, stopping to look at the painting at various times. Along his path he had noticed that the people in some of the paintings had seemed to be watching and observing his every move. He climbed a few staircases and found a reanimated skeleton walking around and quickly dispatched it.
Simon soon came across a large chamber and two small demonic imps. Simon uncurled his leather whip, readying himself. The imps quickly sensed Simon's presence and walked towards him, but stopped. They both looked behind Simon and turned to stone.
'What the hell?' Simon wondered to himself, and turned around.
There was a creature's figure hidden in the shadows and was making multiple hissing noises, followed by a rattling sound.
"Step out of the shadows, demon!" Simon shouted towards the dark figure.
'Hiss.. Stare upon my eyes mortal.hiss..!'
Simon quickly turned his gaze towards the ground and felt a hot flash hit his face and was thrown back to the ground.
'Stare upon mine eyes!'
Simon knew that this demon's gaze could turn any man or beast to stone. He had heard many tales of the gorgon Medusa, the mythological serpent woman. He returned his gaze towards her belly button and exposed breasts, not daring to look her in the eyes.
Medusa had at least one hundred snakes on her head, and a large, serpent-like tongue. Though in many tales Simon had heard, she had been regarded as the ugliest creature from hell and beyond, but it seemed like those stories had been partially false. Her face was that of a beautiful, fair maiden, with blue eyes and soft skin. Her lips were full and shaped gorgeously, and her breasts were perfectly shaped, along with her body and waist. The lower half of Medusa was that of a giant rattlesnake, a dull green in color.
Medusa threw a few snakes at Simon, who was still recovering from the small burning sensation on his face that Medusa's eyes had given him. Medusa reached around to her back and loosened the straps to her bow. She pulled out two snakes, straightened them stiff, and then fired them with perfect precision. Simon almost immediately unsheathed his sword and threw a small dagger with his other. The dagger struck medusa in the stomach and was then stained with green blood. She let out a scream that shook the very walls of Castlevania. The Belmont grabbed his whip and slashed it against her open wound. Snakes poured out from the open wound, followed by large amounts of blood.
In considerable pain, Medusa attempted to gaze into Simon's eye's again, only to hit his left cheek. She fired two more snakes at Simon, which landed near his feet and uncurled into large cobras. Simon rapidly sliced the serpents in halves, and seeing an opportunity, threw his rapier sword with precision into Medusa's forehead.
The body slumped down, while snakes continued to escape from her gaping hole on her stomach. Simon walked over to her body and pulled out his sword, and with one swift stroke, cut the head of the gorgon from her lifeless body. The head rolled back into the shadows, and disappeared....
Author's Note: Well there's another chapter for ya. Sorry that I took so damn long with this story, but its just that I get no reviews! So there's really nothing to motivate me with this story except when I do play castlevania. The chapters would be coming out much quicker if I get some reviews, just so I know someone out there is reading it. And don't worry, not all of the chapters are gonna be so straight forward like this, there will be plotwisters, story-driven, and more talking. Ok, so now I'll just wait until another review to put up another chapter. Oh and by the way, The ghosts 'Frank Askare and Paula Abgul,' and Medusa bosses in this chapter are from Super Castlevania IV for Snes. One of the best castlevanias out there.
Castlevania Chronicles
Simon
Chapter two: Dance of Pales
The Dining and Dance Hall
At last Simon could see the castle entrance. There was no turning back now, not that he wanted to of course. It was not as heavily guarded as he thought it would've been. The demonic creatures in the forest had been easily dispatched of, and Simon had made it to Castlevania in less than a week's travel.
The castle looked centuries old, though this was the first time Simon had ever laid eyes upon it. The large, wooden doors had appeared to reflect the moonlight's glow and shone quite dimly. Simon looked over to where a statue of a maiden was, which was next to a garden full perfectly grown flowers. There was an exquisitely large and beautiful flower next to some impaled corpses. The vines seemed to have strangled its victims, with the way it was wrapped around the corpses' necks.
Simon took one step forward and continued to keep his eye on the plant, sensing danger. As soon as he had taken his second step, the large plant began to blossom and sprout its oversized leaves and branches. Knowing he had no time to waste on such a lowly creature, Simon quickly picked up his pace and entered the castle, before the plant could fully sprout.
The castle was immense in stature and size. It was a castle that was unimaginable to others. Though the outside had seemed old, the inside castle walls were neatly polished and furnished with beautiful and illustrious paintings. The giant dinner table in the middle of the dining hall held plates, which were stained red, along with the table's cloth. Gigantic pillars covered most areas, and there was another large wooden door at the opposite end.
Sensing no danger, Simon proceeded to enter the adjacent door and found himself to be what had seemed to be an enormous dance hall, nicely ordained and decorated with large paintings as the dining hall before it. This room was not vacant however, as there were various apparitions dancing to an endless and forgotten waltz. A forgotten dance of pales.
Simon untied his whip from his metal belt and let it hit the floor. He switched the whip over to his right hand and looked around the large chamber for any other imposing threats. The apparitions had not seemed to know of Simon's presence and continued dancing with each other's partners, a dance that was neatly synchronized and orchestrated. Simon quickly flung his whip onto one of the male apparitions. The whip struck nothing.
'If my whip does not even touch them, then this could pose a serious threat.' Simon thought to himself, now searching and gazing around the room with caution. The apparitions paid no attention to Simon's futile attempts.
'Maybe I should just leave them be.' Simon thought, and walked towards a nearby door.
"Please, come join us in this beautiful waltz, Master Belmont." One of the female ghosts invited Simon, who quickly turned around to face her.
"Yes, come join us in this eternal requiem". A male ghost whispered over to Simon.
"Nay, this is a waltz full of death and sorrow, and thou doth deserve to be kept in this imprisonment of dance for thou are paying for you're past life's sins." Simon told them.
At that moment, they all tuned to Simon, and gazed at him with faces full of anguish, hate, sorrow, and despise.
"That is why we hate the living, for mockery such as this!" The apparitions all said in unison.
Simon once again readied himself as they all embraced one another and continued their dance, only this time in midair. They all started dancing and floating towards Simon's directions, while the counters, and dinner tables started to thump loudly. Simon quickly dodges the dinner plated and utensils being randomly thrown, and whipped the dining chairs back. The chandelier started to move, and broke away from the polished ceiling as the candles themselves ignited with small lighting flames. The chandelier flew towards Simon at full speed. Simon grabbed a small desk nearby and threw it towards the threat, which made a large crashing and breaking sound.
Simon felt a sharp jab on his right hand, and dropped his whip. He took the fork out of the back of his hand and threw it aside. It had made small holes, though it was not bleeding badly. Simon picked up his whip and struck it randomly into the air and felt contact with something. He then saw a female's head roll onto the ground and near his boots, followed by the body, bleeding from its large open gaping wound.
The Belmont quickly figured that all the apparitions were all connected to the lead dancers, which were the ones that spoken to him. They were all synchronized and were following the lead dancer's movements, which seemed to appear various times and were apparently vulnerable then. With a few strikes from the whip, the male dancer fell down to the ground, and burst into flames, while the other apparitions all said their thanks, and vanished, leaving Simon standing in a big empty chamber.
Simon Belmont walked over to another large door, which was metal, and beautifully decorated with sigils, and flowers with an oil painting of a chubby woman on the wall next to it.
The Marble Gallery
The Marble Gallery was the most well decorated and extravagant chamber that Simon had come across so far. He looked around, gazing at the enormous oil and canvas painting on the walls of the gallery with a sense of awe. He had never seen such royalty, for he had always lived a life in Transylvania in which he had not always had food on the table, but nevertheless, he had always found it be his most joyous and peaceful times. He was not yet married, but had taken a liking to one of his dearest friends. She was a shy girl, at the tender age of 20, which was only three years younger than Simon was. She had given Simon one of her precious family heirloom; The Necklace of J. She was now in refuge with her mother, along with the other villagers in a town on the outskirts of Warakiya.
Simon took a much needed rest and sat down at the foot of one the large statues by the wall. He reached over to his wool pouch on his belt and pulled out a few slices of turkey and chicken breast he had prepared the day before. After his quick meal, he sat there and looked around for another exit into the next chamber. He would have to walk quite a bit this time.
The young Belmont walked down the long hall, stopping to look at the painting at various times. Along his path he had noticed that the people in some of the paintings had seemed to be watching and observing his every move. He climbed a few staircases and found a reanimated skeleton walking around and quickly dispatched it.
Simon soon came across a large chamber and two small demonic imps. Simon uncurled his leather whip, readying himself. The imps quickly sensed Simon's presence and walked towards him, but stopped. They both looked behind Simon and turned to stone.
'What the hell?' Simon wondered to himself, and turned around.
There was a creature's figure hidden in the shadows and was making multiple hissing noises, followed by a rattling sound.
"Step out of the shadows, demon!" Simon shouted towards the dark figure.
'Hiss.. Stare upon my eyes mortal.hiss..!'
Simon quickly turned his gaze towards the ground and felt a hot flash hit his face and was thrown back to the ground.
'Stare upon mine eyes!'
Simon knew that this demon's gaze could turn any man or beast to stone. He had heard many tales of the gorgon Medusa, the mythological serpent woman. He returned his gaze towards her belly button and exposed breasts, not daring to look her in the eyes.
Medusa had at least one hundred snakes on her head, and a large, serpent-like tongue. Though in many tales Simon had heard, she had been regarded as the ugliest creature from hell and beyond, but it seemed like those stories had been partially false. Her face was that of a beautiful, fair maiden, with blue eyes and soft skin. Her lips were full and shaped gorgeously, and her breasts were perfectly shaped, along with her body and waist. The lower half of Medusa was that of a giant rattlesnake, a dull green in color.
Medusa threw a few snakes at Simon, who was still recovering from the small burning sensation on his face that Medusa's eyes had given him. Medusa reached around to her back and loosened the straps to her bow. She pulled out two snakes, straightened them stiff, and then fired them with perfect precision. Simon almost immediately unsheathed his sword and threw a small dagger with his other. The dagger struck medusa in the stomach and was then stained with green blood. She let out a scream that shook the very walls of Castlevania. The Belmont grabbed his whip and slashed it against her open wound. Snakes poured out from the open wound, followed by large amounts of blood.
In considerable pain, Medusa attempted to gaze into Simon's eye's again, only to hit his left cheek. She fired two more snakes at Simon, which landed near his feet and uncurled into large cobras. Simon rapidly sliced the serpents in halves, and seeing an opportunity, threw his rapier sword with precision into Medusa's forehead.
The body slumped down, while snakes continued to escape from her gaping hole on her stomach. Simon walked over to her body and pulled out his sword, and with one swift stroke, cut the head of the gorgon from her lifeless body. The head rolled back into the shadows, and disappeared....
Author's Note: Well there's another chapter for ya. Sorry that I took so damn long with this story, but its just that I get no reviews! So there's really nothing to motivate me with this story except when I do play castlevania. The chapters would be coming out much quicker if I get some reviews, just so I know someone out there is reading it. And don't worry, not all of the chapters are gonna be so straight forward like this, there will be plotwisters, story-driven, and more talking. Ok, so now I'll just wait until another review to put up another chapter. Oh and by the way, The ghosts 'Frank Askare and Paula Abgul,' and Medusa bosses in this chapter are from Super Castlevania IV for Snes. One of the best castlevanias out there.