Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Castlevania. Umm, could someone give me suggestions on titles? Please? Oh, yeah, criticism and anything is welcomed.
He peered at mirror skeptically, wondering why no one had noticed it before. It was a small looking glass. He used his sleeve to rub the silt and dust off the glass. Great quality, he observed. It was skillfully crafted. Why he knew? Well, he had a relative who specialized in jewelry and glass. He shrugged and hesitated. He really should be heading back to town. It was getting to be quite late. He tried to turn away from the mirror, but for some reason, it forced his eyes to gaze at its glass…
A dark underground cavern…. Several hooded people. It seemed to be a cult. He blinked. A hooded man who seemed to be the leader stepped up to what seemed to be an altar. A pagan altar by the looks of it. It was drenched by red liquid. Probably blood, he deduced. What was that? A polished dusty wooden object in back of the altar. He squinted. It was long… He couldn't make out what it was. Partially obscured by the altar, it seemed to be a table, but it didn't fit his descriptions of a table. The object was mounted on a table. It itself was indefinitely not a table. Suddenly, a noise came from behind his view. He couldn't turn around to look, but the cult members all did turn. Their faces leered at him.
The leader by the altar motioned. "More of our sacrifices…"
The archeologist shivered. Sacrifices? Him? No, not him. From behind his view, appeared a group of men. Some of the people were tied together by large twines of rope. They seemed to be very uncomfortable. Some of them were sweating heavily. What disturbed him was the fact that all the victims seemed to be beautiful young women. They were weeping. There was only one lady who held her head high. She refused to show any sign of giving in.
The women were forced up to the altar brutally. There, the leader spoke too them. His words were to indistinct for the archeologist to hear. It must have been a threat or something devastating because a few of the women collapsed and fainted.
Everything went dark for the archeologist. He heard screams and strange noises. Then, a brilliant flash. Something creaking open slowly with a disturbing tone…and then a deep rich toned voice speak. Again, he could not make out what was said. Finally, silence… a terrible silence and horrible feelings…
The mirror clattered from his stiff hands, shattering into tiny shards on the stony grounds. He slumped and fell, losing his consciousness once he hit the strangely warm rocks never once noticing anything around him. Too surprised…too confused…
Midnight…The moon shimmered in the sky. It was a full moon, hidden now and then from vision by the dark fast moving clouds. The wind blew. It shrill howling sounded throughout the caverns. His body lay alone in the cold atmosphere. From the sky, small pieces of white fluff started to drift about. Snow…