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Castlevania Chronicles
Simon
Chapter five: Requiem for the Gods
The bright red blood slithered down the dank, concrete floor and near the young man's leather boots. It stopped at a small indent in one of the floor's discolored area and appeared as if it had stopped on its own, and accumulated along with the blood that had been there hours prior.
Simon Belmont no longer moved. His slumped over body was in a state of stoicism. He had lost all sense of feeling and pain hours ago. His lips were dry and pale, while his complexion deteriorated slowly. His eyes were closed tightly, and didn't have the strength to keep them open.
The brown wool pouch on his belt's right side started to glow from within. Something had been activated, and it was reacting to Simon's body energy. The bottom side of the pouch incinerated and made a hole, just large enough to cause several slices of roasted chicken and turkey along with a gold necklace and palm-sized cross to slip out. The Cross was reacting violently to the blood on the brownish-reddish discolored concrete floor, and glowing a bright, miniscule light in its center wordings, which appeared to slightly and slowly grow in size.
The Cross hovered a few inches into the air, just below the neck of Simon's dead body. It shifted itself and rotated around to Simon's left shoulder, where he had sustained the large injury. The light grew brighter than it had a few minutes ago, and started to react to the deep wound, which appeared to be slowly closing itself, while the blood on the floor started to grow hot and evaporate despite the liquid's thickness.
The young Belmont's eyes slowly opened, it's pupils adjusting itself to the room's light. Simon felt a cold hand brush his hair aside and away from his face, yet he could not see anything in front of him. He felt a certain type of surge run through the course of his body, the same surge he had felt when he had found the cross back in the guillotine room of the prison. He quickly realized what was happening to his body. It was healing itself, and rapidly regaining its own blood at an inhumanly amount of time. He slowly looked at his injured soldier, expecting to see a large, deep wound, but instead found a vertical, reddish scar.
Simon sat up, and in a certain state of awe, looked around the room, as if in search of something valuable. He looked all over the ground for the crucifix, which he had quickly noticed was missing from his wool pouch. The rest of the pouch's contents were next to him, but the cross was missing. He searched until he found a few broken shards of wood.
The red headed Belmont realized there was no hope in restoring the crucifix, and knew he had to take better consideration if he were to ever reach the count. Simon stood, and struggled to regain his balance, like a newborn infant barely learning to walk. He stumbled over to the nearest wall, and tried once more to balance himself. He then picked up his whip along with his other contents on the floor, and knew he had no time to waste.
Simon, still feeling a bit weary and tired walked back past the Old One's room, and back out into the corridor, which was connected to the guillotine room. Fortunately, there appeared to be no monsters in sight. Simon took advantage of this, and took a much-needed rest in the main guillotine room, and sat down and leaned his back on the nearest wall. Moaning could be heard throughout the room, and several undead inmates walked past Simon, not seeming to notice his presence.
The undead continued to walk past Simon, and each time increased in numbers until soon enough, the room was filled with undead corpses walking into the northern corridor. Simon stood ready for any nearby attackers, and watched the hordes walk past him.
The moaning grew louder, followed by several blood curdling screams of what sounded to be men, women, and sometimes children. The young Belmont, not yet at full strength, staggered over to the nearest exit, but found all of the chamber's doors to be locked with no way of opening. Looking desperately for some sort of exit, Simon hesitantly decided his only chance for an exit out the prison's dungeon would have to be where the horde seemed to be heading.
Simon took a deep breath and exhaled, and made his way past the undead mass and into the gigantic chamber. Simon was amazed at how many dead bodies there was in this enormous chamber. The number of rotting bodies was unbelievable and disconcerting. Simon walked on the dead bodies and was stopped and he heard the door shut and lock behind him.
Granfaloon (Legion) of the Undead Souls
The mass of bodies in the center that were stacked up, started to tremble, and suddenly the bodies were thrown in all directions, some nearly hitting Simon. The hordes of undead that had entered the room appeared to be pulled in by some sort of magnetic force into the center of the room, and stacked onto one another. In a matter of minutes, all the bodies had formed into what appeared to be a gigantic ball or mass of bodies, which slowly and astoundingly lifted itself into the air. The moaning and screams of the women and children that seemed to have been in this chamber for centuries, was growing unbearable.
The enormous mass of bodies slowly moved closer to Simon's position, as the young Belmont uncurled his leather whip and readied himself.
The Belmont struck the whip into a small part of the gigantic creature as bodies fell and spattered old and dark blood onto the ground. While some burst into flames as they hit the ground below, the rest stood upright and walked towards Simon. Simon disposed of the grown restless souls with ease, but grew hesitant every time he had to destroy one of the children or small infants that sometimes crawled on the ground.
Simon constantly whipped the same spot that he had been hitting, hoping to reveal some sort of core to the creature's shell-like barrier. For every hit Simon struck with the whip, a new body would be pulled from the ground to replace lost ones. Simon, remembering that he had come prepared with a few bottles of holy water, reached over his small leather pouch on his right side. He held a bottle in his hand and threw it at the spot he had been hitting. The bottle immediately exploded into bluish-reddish flames and send body parts and large intestines flying in every direction. The dark old blood was sticky and splattered onto the nearby walls.
Through the falling bloodied arms and legs, Simon spotted a worm like tentacle, with a green orb-like end. It seemed to be some sort of suction that held the bodies together. Though one tentacle was exposed, the creature did not hesitate to start pulling in bodies in once more. Simon carefully aimed his Rapier sword and lunged it at unnatural speed and precision into the green suction at the tip of the tentacle. One of the bodies jumped off its place, and threw up a greenish-brownish like substance, which was infested with stained, small white maggots and earthworms. The young Belmont quickly grabbed and threw a small dagger with his free hand towards the undead woman. It's head exploded and the naked body fell on its belly, half covered with chucks of flesh and dead insects. There were stumps of arteries and a twisted vertebra protruding within the ragged edge of the skin of the neck.
The tentacle was shaking violently as it tried to loosen the sword that had been thrown at its tip. The tentacle was spurting an enormous amount of greenish blood, while it finally stopped moving and hung limp in the air. A massive amount of rotten bodies fell off the lower, inner half of the immensely sized creature. The red, brown core was now exposed.
Simon still fending off a few of the walking undead bodies that had fallen off, noticed that it's core was now exposed and threw another small dagger at it. As it hit, the whole creature shook violently, and spurted a white sticky substance from a small hole in the center, and into Simon's direction. The agile Belmont quickly dodged the oncoming threat, rolled, and then watched as the sticky substance incinerated a few dead bodies on the floor. The red headed Belmont reacted by whipping the core, followed by a thrown bottle of holy water.
The nightmarish creature's outer shell of bodies exploded, and soon lost grip of the carcasses. About a thousand bodies fell to the floor, some broken into body parts. The worm-like monster was now fully exposed, with no shell to protect its main core. Four other tentacles wiggled and shook off the remaining bodies on their tips, and aimed at Simon.
They shot a large stream of white sticky substance with unprecedented speed. Simon, wasting no time, threw several daggers at each tentacle's tips. Each tentacle shook rapidly, obviously in excruciating pain.
Simon took deep breath, and put all of his strength into the final blow and struck the core with all of his might. The creature's core exploded into huge chunks of meat and flesh, and all of its tentacles around it fell off, and burned away with its own sticky fluid, which incinerated each from the inside. The nightmarish creature composed of many, was no more.
Simon jumped onto a nearby ledge, as each body on the ground burst into chunks of flesh and burned away. Hopefully the souls of all the innocent victims and the prison's undead would rest in peace.
Simon hopped back down onto the floor, gathered all of his used equipment, and waited for the doors to unlock themselves. Once the bars were lifted off of the chamber's exits, Simon headed for the northern exit, and into the next chamber.
Castlevania Chronicles
Simon
Chapter five: Requiem for the Gods
The bright red blood slithered down the dank, concrete floor and near the young man's leather boots. It stopped at a small indent in one of the floor's discolored area and appeared as if it had stopped on its own, and accumulated along with the blood that had been there hours prior.
Simon Belmont no longer moved. His slumped over body was in a state of stoicism. He had lost all sense of feeling and pain hours ago. His lips were dry and pale, while his complexion deteriorated slowly. His eyes were closed tightly, and didn't have the strength to keep them open.
The brown wool pouch on his belt's right side started to glow from within. Something had been activated, and it was reacting to Simon's body energy. The bottom side of the pouch incinerated and made a hole, just large enough to cause several slices of roasted chicken and turkey along with a gold necklace and palm-sized cross to slip out. The Cross was reacting violently to the blood on the brownish-reddish discolored concrete floor, and glowing a bright, miniscule light in its center wordings, which appeared to slightly and slowly grow in size.
The Cross hovered a few inches into the air, just below the neck of Simon's dead body. It shifted itself and rotated around to Simon's left shoulder, where he had sustained the large injury. The light grew brighter than it had a few minutes ago, and started to react to the deep wound, which appeared to be slowly closing itself, while the blood on the floor started to grow hot and evaporate despite the liquid's thickness.
The young Belmont's eyes slowly opened, it's pupils adjusting itself to the room's light. Simon felt a cold hand brush his hair aside and away from his face, yet he could not see anything in front of him. He felt a certain type of surge run through the course of his body, the same surge he had felt when he had found the cross back in the guillotine room of the prison. He quickly realized what was happening to his body. It was healing itself, and rapidly regaining its own blood at an inhumanly amount of time. He slowly looked at his injured soldier, expecting to see a large, deep wound, but instead found a vertical, reddish scar.
Simon sat up, and in a certain state of awe, looked around the room, as if in search of something valuable. He looked all over the ground for the crucifix, which he had quickly noticed was missing from his wool pouch. The rest of the pouch's contents were next to him, but the cross was missing. He searched until he found a few broken shards of wood.
The red headed Belmont realized there was no hope in restoring the crucifix, and knew he had to take better consideration if he were to ever reach the count. Simon stood, and struggled to regain his balance, like a newborn infant barely learning to walk. He stumbled over to the nearest wall, and tried once more to balance himself. He then picked up his whip along with his other contents on the floor, and knew he had no time to waste.
Simon, still feeling a bit weary and tired walked back past the Old One's room, and back out into the corridor, which was connected to the guillotine room. Fortunately, there appeared to be no monsters in sight. Simon took advantage of this, and took a much-needed rest in the main guillotine room, and sat down and leaned his back on the nearest wall. Moaning could be heard throughout the room, and several undead inmates walked past Simon, not seeming to notice his presence.
The undead continued to walk past Simon, and each time increased in numbers until soon enough, the room was filled with undead corpses walking into the northern corridor. Simon stood ready for any nearby attackers, and watched the hordes walk past him.
The moaning grew louder, followed by several blood curdling screams of what sounded to be men, women, and sometimes children. The young Belmont, not yet at full strength, staggered over to the nearest exit, but found all of the chamber's doors to be locked with no way of opening. Looking desperately for some sort of exit, Simon hesitantly decided his only chance for an exit out the prison's dungeon would have to be where the horde seemed to be heading.
Simon took a deep breath and exhaled, and made his way past the undead mass and into the gigantic chamber. Simon was amazed at how many dead bodies there was in this enormous chamber. The number of rotting bodies was unbelievable and disconcerting. Simon walked on the dead bodies and was stopped and he heard the door shut and lock behind him.
Granfaloon (Legion) of the Undead Souls
The mass of bodies in the center that were stacked up, started to tremble, and suddenly the bodies were thrown in all directions, some nearly hitting Simon. The hordes of undead that had entered the room appeared to be pulled in by some sort of magnetic force into the center of the room, and stacked onto one another. In a matter of minutes, all the bodies had formed into what appeared to be a gigantic ball or mass of bodies, which slowly and astoundingly lifted itself into the air. The moaning and screams of the women and children that seemed to have been in this chamber for centuries, was growing unbearable.
The enormous mass of bodies slowly moved closer to Simon's position, as the young Belmont uncurled his leather whip and readied himself.
The Belmont struck the whip into a small part of the gigantic creature as bodies fell and spattered old and dark blood onto the ground. While some burst into flames as they hit the ground below, the rest stood upright and walked towards Simon. Simon disposed of the grown restless souls with ease, but grew hesitant every time he had to destroy one of the children or small infants that sometimes crawled on the ground.
Simon constantly whipped the same spot that he had been hitting, hoping to reveal some sort of core to the creature's shell-like barrier. For every hit Simon struck with the whip, a new body would be pulled from the ground to replace lost ones. Simon, remembering that he had come prepared with a few bottles of holy water, reached over his small leather pouch on his right side. He held a bottle in his hand and threw it at the spot he had been hitting. The bottle immediately exploded into bluish-reddish flames and send body parts and large intestines flying in every direction. The dark old blood was sticky and splattered onto the nearby walls.
Through the falling bloodied arms and legs, Simon spotted a worm like tentacle, with a green orb-like end. It seemed to be some sort of suction that held the bodies together. Though one tentacle was exposed, the creature did not hesitate to start pulling in bodies in once more. Simon carefully aimed his Rapier sword and lunged it at unnatural speed and precision into the green suction at the tip of the tentacle. One of the bodies jumped off its place, and threw up a greenish-brownish like substance, which was infested with stained, small white maggots and earthworms. The young Belmont quickly grabbed and threw a small dagger with his free hand towards the undead woman. It's head exploded and the naked body fell on its belly, half covered with chucks of flesh and dead insects. There were stumps of arteries and a twisted vertebra protruding within the ragged edge of the skin of the neck.
The tentacle was shaking violently as it tried to loosen the sword that had been thrown at its tip. The tentacle was spurting an enormous amount of greenish blood, while it finally stopped moving and hung limp in the air. A massive amount of rotten bodies fell off the lower, inner half of the immensely sized creature. The red, brown core was now exposed.
Simon still fending off a few of the walking undead bodies that had fallen off, noticed that it's core was now exposed and threw another small dagger at it. As it hit, the whole creature shook violently, and spurted a white sticky substance from a small hole in the center, and into Simon's direction. The agile Belmont quickly dodged the oncoming threat, rolled, and then watched as the sticky substance incinerated a few dead bodies on the floor. The red headed Belmont reacted by whipping the core, followed by a thrown bottle of holy water.
The nightmarish creature's outer shell of bodies exploded, and soon lost grip of the carcasses. About a thousand bodies fell to the floor, some broken into body parts. The worm-like monster was now fully exposed, with no shell to protect its main core. Four other tentacles wiggled and shook off the remaining bodies on their tips, and aimed at Simon.
They shot a large stream of white sticky substance with unprecedented speed. Simon, wasting no time, threw several daggers at each tentacle's tips. Each tentacle shook rapidly, obviously in excruciating pain.
Simon took deep breath, and put all of his strength into the final blow and struck the core with all of his might. The creature's core exploded into huge chunks of meat and flesh, and all of its tentacles around it fell off, and burned away with its own sticky fluid, which incinerated each from the inside. The nightmarish creature composed of many, was no more.
Simon jumped onto a nearby ledge, as each body on the ground burst into chunks of flesh and burned away. Hopefully the souls of all the innocent victims and the prison's undead would rest in peace.
Simon hopped back down onto the floor, gathered all of his used equipment, and waited for the doors to unlock themselves. Once the bars were lifted off of the chamber's exits, Simon headed for the northern exit, and into the next chamber.