AN: I would like to say thank you for all of your support by reading and
reviewing and reviewing (especially reviewing!!! it makes me feel all warm
and fuzzy inside!!!). I know that this particular game was not popular with
most of the Castlevania crowd...but It deserves to be looked at once and
again. I might be emailing some of you soon because I'm gonna need some
help with the cutscenes (for I do not own the game myself...I'm going back
to this fic from about three or four years ago...(yesh...when I was a wee
lass of only eleven) with what they say to each other and such...No I do
not want it do be to the exact T, but close enough to be understood and
related to the game. Now, for the chapter that you have been waiting
for...and here doth end the rant...oh and yesh.appologies to Quest64 and
Merlin (the mini-series on NBC from a few years back).
C h a p t e r F o u r : P u r g i n g t h e L i g h t
Dracula gave Ortega a smile without amusement. "I have been waiting for you," Ortega stared back at him, bolted to the floor. The voices seemed to scream louder and louder and Ortega wanted quiet. He hated loud noise, but this was to drive anyone mad. He looked out onto the grey vastness of people wailing giving their loud sounds to no end. Ortega suddenly felt his mind beginning to boil and his forehead was wanting to split open, wanting to scream too. He scarcely managed to hold all of the pain in, never did he once look away from the dark lord.
Dracula made a slight nod of a bow with respect. "Good. I always like a man that can get down to business quickly," Suddenly, the screaming stopped. He looked round. All the bodies were frozen in some horrible motif. Their limbs twisted into strange angles, their faces bent in pain and sufferance. Dracula looked out onto them "You are wondering who they are, are you not, man-wolf? They are my rivals: Mankind. They will always be my rivals for they have destroyed everything that I have ever believed in,"
Dracula stood, looking at him in a strange way that Ortega couldn't quite figure out what it was. "I know you man-wolves experienced 'The Separation'," Ortega nodded "When man had 'greater' things to offer; to provide the packs. Some stayed with us, still learning the ways of the ancients. The others, moved on not even looking back greed overcoming them for their new future," Dracula continued "I know you have been betrayed-" Ortega was taken aback a bit. How could he know? "-and so have I. That gives us something in common...You do still hate Cornell, don't you?"
"...Yes..." Ortega was still shaken that Dracula could know so much about him and all that he had known for his whole life. Dracula had his arms folded across his chest. "You sound surprised that I know everything about you, am I right? Well, Ortega, I know your going on the string of fate. It is your choice only that you can help me, man-wolf. Think on this: Join me, and you will take all the other man-wolves and keep them close, guiding them to prosperity," Ortega smiled inwardly and was thinking of the road ahead, then he remembered something. "There is something you will need from me," Dracula chuckled "Yes, of course, you are very smart. Cornell has a certain...power that I need of him. If you can lure him here somehow, I will keep true to my word," Ortega began to ponder this "Give me some time,"
"Good,"
"How will I contact you?"
"Just call my name...out loud. Remember, Man-wolf, Think on my words," The world suddenly fell away and the wailing started up again, but it sounded like it was saying something:
Ortega, your time has come Help the dark lord ;the battle will be won But do take caution as you will see Your power will not be your destiny...
He came back suddenly, all of the air coming back to his lungs. It was pitch black again but there was a fading purple light floating, drifting away. Would he go and make this pact? He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach somewhere. Something wasn't right. He had to think carefully, oh but revenge, sweet revenge made him want to join even more. He would show Cornell how "weak" he really was and beat him at his own game.
But then of course how would he do this? Well it was obvious that he had to get something that was dear to him. And that would have to be that little girl, whom he would enjoy killing the most. A faint smile crossed his lips, but then of course to find them would be most difficult. He had no idea of the closest human village. It had to be off this island and onto the mainland. He knew that this part would not be easy, and it would take too long. Suddenly one word was etched in his mind and he had no idea how it got there but it was the name of Limelin.
C h a p t e r F o u r : P u r g i n g t h e L i g h t
Dracula gave Ortega a smile without amusement. "I have been waiting for you," Ortega stared back at him, bolted to the floor. The voices seemed to scream louder and louder and Ortega wanted quiet. He hated loud noise, but this was to drive anyone mad. He looked out onto the grey vastness of people wailing giving their loud sounds to no end. Ortega suddenly felt his mind beginning to boil and his forehead was wanting to split open, wanting to scream too. He scarcely managed to hold all of the pain in, never did he once look away from the dark lord.
Dracula made a slight nod of a bow with respect. "Good. I always like a man that can get down to business quickly," Suddenly, the screaming stopped. He looked round. All the bodies were frozen in some horrible motif. Their limbs twisted into strange angles, their faces bent in pain and sufferance. Dracula looked out onto them "You are wondering who they are, are you not, man-wolf? They are my rivals: Mankind. They will always be my rivals for they have destroyed everything that I have ever believed in,"
Dracula stood, looking at him in a strange way that Ortega couldn't quite figure out what it was. "I know you man-wolves experienced 'The Separation'," Ortega nodded "When man had 'greater' things to offer; to provide the packs. Some stayed with us, still learning the ways of the ancients. The others, moved on not even looking back greed overcoming them for their new future," Dracula continued "I know you have been betrayed-" Ortega was taken aback a bit. How could he know? "-and so have I. That gives us something in common...You do still hate Cornell, don't you?"
"...Yes..." Ortega was still shaken that Dracula could know so much about him and all that he had known for his whole life. Dracula had his arms folded across his chest. "You sound surprised that I know everything about you, am I right? Well, Ortega, I know your going on the string of fate. It is your choice only that you can help me, man-wolf. Think on this: Join me, and you will take all the other man-wolves and keep them close, guiding them to prosperity," Ortega smiled inwardly and was thinking of the road ahead, then he remembered something. "There is something you will need from me," Dracula chuckled "Yes, of course, you are very smart. Cornell has a certain...power that I need of him. If you can lure him here somehow, I will keep true to my word," Ortega began to ponder this "Give me some time,"
"Good,"
"How will I contact you?"
"Just call my name...out loud. Remember, Man-wolf, Think on my words," The world suddenly fell away and the wailing started up again, but it sounded like it was saying something:
Ortega, your time has come Help the dark lord ;the battle will be won But do take caution as you will see Your power will not be your destiny...
He came back suddenly, all of the air coming back to his lungs. It was pitch black again but there was a fading purple light floating, drifting away. Would he go and make this pact? He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach somewhere. Something wasn't right. He had to think carefully, oh but revenge, sweet revenge made him want to join even more. He would show Cornell how "weak" he really was and beat him at his own game.
But then of course how would he do this? Well it was obvious that he had to get something that was dear to him. And that would have to be that little girl, whom he would enjoy killing the most. A faint smile crossed his lips, but then of course to find them would be most difficult. He had no idea of the closest human village. It had to be off this island and onto the mainland. He knew that this part would not be easy, and it would take too long. Suddenly one word was etched in his mind and he had no idea how it got there but it was the name of Limelin.
