There, in the great room before Dracula's chamber stood Death, ancient
negative energy, which has joined forces with Dracula for ages now.
Opposing this creation of nothingness stands the proud Varillius Belmont, descendant of Juste Belmont, previous defeater of the Vampire lord, Dracula.
His grip on his sword tightens.
The long sword he holds is the great slayer of demons, Iriquista, know for the defeat of the fire demon on many occasions.
The Vampire Killer has been lost for a decade now. His father had lost it to a great warrior interested in the defeat of Dracula.
Varillius had heard his father talk of a rebellious boy Varillius' cousin was. Said to have been turned to a vampire, a Belmont had befallen into what they were sworn to destroy.
Now, he had been forced to fight with this sword he did only use as a tool. Varillius' dream was to hold the Vampire Killer in his hands but now that was impossible.
Now that he faced death straight in the eye sockets.
With a voice so chilling it could kill you there from the coldness, formed words.
"You boy, yes you do look like the man who previously came through here. I did not stop the other for I was fooled.
But you will die here!" Suddenly he struck the very place where Varillius stood with his scythe. He was much too quick, for as the slow strike hit the floor he moved and tore with the sword at Death's evil cloak.
After a few hits from the sword Death blazed with unholy fire and was being sent away to the dimension of the damned once more.
"Fool, do you not learn from each unsuccessful bout with a Belmont? Death you have made a mistake, and I am here to teach you a lesson!" "Hah! My success is inevitable for I am invincible and I shall return.
As for you, I will wait to torture you after you die against my master Dracula! Hell hath fury for you!" With that, Death vanishes to the void in which he came.
Climbing the open staircase up into Dracula's keep, he looked down toward the far earth. Up in his chamber he heard a battle already raging. He stepped into the darkness in which the room lay.
Inside Dracula fended off a hero with a whip Varillius lay motionless upon watching Dracula beaten into submission from a nameless fighter.
In a last ditch effort Dracula flies back into his coffin and seals it tightly. "Heh, fool. You cannot escape the power of the Vampire Killer!" growls the fighter. He sends the whip hurling at the coffin and craters it with a direct blow.
The coffin detonates into a giant flash of light as the sun comes up. Dracula's disintegrating body eclipses the sun, and then it consumes him and with an ear-deafening screech he is no more.
Suddenly, Varillius' instinct kicks in. the castle will crumble and crush him if he does not get out. But nothing happens.
His fear having less of a hold on him, he decides it is safe enough to question the mysterious hero.
"You there, what is your name?" Varillius shouts at the man. "I am Vicktor." The name strikes a match in his memory. Could this really be his cousin?
Opposing this creation of nothingness stands the proud Varillius Belmont, descendant of Juste Belmont, previous defeater of the Vampire lord, Dracula.
His grip on his sword tightens.
The long sword he holds is the great slayer of demons, Iriquista, know for the defeat of the fire demon on many occasions.
The Vampire Killer has been lost for a decade now. His father had lost it to a great warrior interested in the defeat of Dracula.
Varillius had heard his father talk of a rebellious boy Varillius' cousin was. Said to have been turned to a vampire, a Belmont had befallen into what they were sworn to destroy.
Now, he had been forced to fight with this sword he did only use as a tool. Varillius' dream was to hold the Vampire Killer in his hands but now that was impossible.
Now that he faced death straight in the eye sockets.
With a voice so chilling it could kill you there from the coldness, formed words.
"You boy, yes you do look like the man who previously came through here. I did not stop the other for I was fooled.
But you will die here!" Suddenly he struck the very place where Varillius stood with his scythe. He was much too quick, for as the slow strike hit the floor he moved and tore with the sword at Death's evil cloak.
After a few hits from the sword Death blazed with unholy fire and was being sent away to the dimension of the damned once more.
"Fool, do you not learn from each unsuccessful bout with a Belmont? Death you have made a mistake, and I am here to teach you a lesson!" "Hah! My success is inevitable for I am invincible and I shall return.
As for you, I will wait to torture you after you die against my master Dracula! Hell hath fury for you!" With that, Death vanishes to the void in which he came.
Climbing the open staircase up into Dracula's keep, he looked down toward the far earth. Up in his chamber he heard a battle already raging. He stepped into the darkness in which the room lay.
Inside Dracula fended off a hero with a whip Varillius lay motionless upon watching Dracula beaten into submission from a nameless fighter.
In a last ditch effort Dracula flies back into his coffin and seals it tightly. "Heh, fool. You cannot escape the power of the Vampire Killer!" growls the fighter. He sends the whip hurling at the coffin and craters it with a direct blow.
The coffin detonates into a giant flash of light as the sun comes up. Dracula's disintegrating body eclipses the sun, and then it consumes him and with an ear-deafening screech he is no more.
Suddenly, Varillius' instinct kicks in. the castle will crumble and crush him if he does not get out. But nothing happens.
His fear having less of a hold on him, he decides it is safe enough to question the mysterious hero.
"You there, what is your name?" Varillius shouts at the man. "I am Vicktor." The name strikes a match in his memory. Could this really be his cousin?