Castlevania: Let the Symphony Last for Eternity

Written By: Lady Lunar Phoenix

Beta By: Lady Lunar Phoenix

A/N: Did some fixing to clarify... I was so close to finishing this fic... SO CLOSE

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Alucard came stalking across the Master Chamber floor, bristling with outrage, bearing down on Soma like a tetra spell unleashed. How could his father, his 'father' possibly allow himself to believe that his mother would tolerate a relationship with such an abusive, hateful person! Enough so to have a 'child' with?!

There was a portion of his mind that wanted to point out that while his father 'was' a decent Vampire, polite, dignified, and well meaning. It 'strictly' applied to only the people he 'liked' and humanity was generally not on that list. So maybe, just maybe, Soma was referring to how humans would assume the relationship went. He 'was' human by all accounts save the strangely white hair and pale skin.

But he wasn't listening to that part of his mind, he was listening to the purely childish, self aware of what rape 'was', part that wanted to give his father a piece of it.

While Leon was left standing there thinking simply, 'I need help'. Because this was getting way out of hand way fast. The ladies and other warriors seemed willing to oblige his wish that they not get involved in a combative sense. A fact that he was most grateful for because he didn't need the extra work thank you very much.

As his eyes drifted from Soma, who was suitably studying his offended son, they rose up to the throne and the stark change that he never took in until that moment. The skull that rested above it was missing, replaced with the painting he saw from when he woke up.

Only now it was complete.

The black haired man was accompanied by an older man his hair and beard the color of fading cinnamon to the side. He wore a brown, leather coat with a vivid, red handkerchief around his throat, and carried an air of age and experience in his posture. Vampire Killer was in his hand, but it was extended, wrapped around the person in the center and with a blond haired woman holding a tome to the right. She was a bit strange having the same type of shape in eyes as Soma did, but they didn't look related.

Instead she wore vivid maroon, a bright color that provided a living splash of life compared to the stark whites, blacks, and shades of brown of the other men in the painting. All this color swirling around a center of white. With Soma sitting on the throne with Vampire Killer wrapped around him as though binding him to his place. He sat dressed more regal than the living version before Leon, white noble attire, his head tilted and resting on his hand as though he had fallen asleep. Save a single sliver of gold that barely peeked past the black of his eyelashes.

The Soma in the painting was half awake and his hair was a bit wilder than the Soma who sat before him, indulging in a one sided glaring contest with Alucard. Now that Alucard had taken notice of the painting above the throne as well and not looking at him.

"Hmm?" Soma didn't bother to turn his head, he knew what was posted above the throne and seeing the two men, and subsequently all the other women and the other two men join in... "Oh those are my guardians... Or I guess to put it better, they're my executioners if I go back to being Dracula. Soo guy with the whip is Julius, he's the current Belmont, the blond is Yoko, the current Belnades and the guy in the front is Genya Arikado... maybe..." And Soma's eyes got really narrowed and his focus far more intense as he stared at Alucard.

Almost as though he was waiting for the Dhampire to out himself or something.

"You wouldn't happen to have a twin would you?" Soma asked his voice tightened as thoughts ran through his head.

"I'm an only child," Alucard automatically replied. Recognizing his own presence in the portrait his hair an indicator that he was completely depowered. Yet by his fathers' side defending him.

Though given what Soma had just stated it sounded more like he was actively protecting humanity via protecting Soma. Ensuring the youth's humanity, but was clearly noted to also aid in Soma's death if Soma succumbed.

"Than you and I are 'clearly' going to have a talk when I get home, 'son'," Soma snarked before rubbing at his eyes. "Might turn into a nice, long, screaming match."

"So... when did you decide you wanted to be fluffy?" Maria asked finally, addressing the soft fluff collar around Soma's neck and how it blended well with Soma's hair.

Amused at how his eyes narrowed as he turned to look at her, "I'm not 'fluffy', I'm 'fashionable' thank you very much!"

"'Fashionably fluffy'," Shanoa quipped as she stood there, the almost comedic retort almost lost on her dead flat expression.

"I can not argue," Eric confessed with his future daughters standing between him and Dracula, one on each side of him. "But I digress, why did you bring us here?"

Soma glanced over at Eric and gave a faint shrug of indifference, before extending his hand and waving it at the throne. "I didn't, the Castle brought me here as much as it brought all of you. But I'm sure you guys felt it, how the Castle just doesn't feel as threatening as it normally does?" Soma began while the rest of the group began to move about so they could see him better as they listened to his explanation.

"Those guys in the painting? They're holding back the Chaos half of this Castle and letting me play with the dark half. Which is only possible because half this castle is missing, sealed away somewhere. So I've been bumming around this whole time, snacking, getting to know the structure and the mon- Dark Children better. I don't know 'who' caused the Castle to go defensive, but I 'do' know they're still here. For now." Soma explain, his words bringing attention once more to the painting over the throne and what it represented.

The whip's position and the placement of the three hunters? Even Soma's eyes being depicted as slightly open were just symbols that the Hunters from Soma's time were still looking after him. Soma was literally in the Castle learning to control his own powers yet...

"Sooo if you know there's a problem why didn't you do anything?" Charlotte asked, her head cocked to the side, with her book in one hand and a finger slipped into its pages holding ready the Sanctuary spell.

Soma blinked as he turned to address her, "Ok, picture this, you're a Belmont who has an auto-function to attack 'Dracula' on sight regardless the form. How long do you think I would last? On the one hand, yes I 'could' try to do something about whats going on. But when I arrived I intentionally released most of my power hence why there are as many servants and spirits as you see. They're mine from my time. For me to 'face' anyone I have to reabsorb the souls and if I do that, I might as well wear a tux and carry around lilies for my funeral."

"Which the Belmonts, auto 'attack' and only my human soul keeps them from out right killing me when they 'know' me. So its not like I can hop around from area to area and just run into a Belmont. I'd be attacked every time!" Soma explained letting his voice drift slightly as a recent memory roused up. "Or at least most of the time, there was that one Belmont who didn't automatically attack me. But that was probably because the maids and scientists were having a fight in the Alchemy Labs earlier."

"So what do you plan to do 'now' father?" Alucard asked, fixedly staring at his father who looked like he didn't hear him for a moment. Then suddenly Soma pointed to himself and mouthed something as his eyes shifted to look at the Dhampire. Clearly Soma was still trying to acclimate himself to the fact that he was apparently a 'parent'.

"I'm sending us all back to our own times. I can't afford to travel the Castle with it full of hunters who want a piece of me on sight. Nor can I risk members of the clan being killed when it has such a dire effect on the world around the Castle," Soma explained.

"No, you must 'not'!" Stella blurted out angrily, with both her and Loretta actively closing in on the space before Eric.

"One of the Belmonts has been turned into a Vampire, you can't just let them back to their own time like that! I can restore him, I just need enough time to cast the spell!" Charlotte backed Stella up recalling the last two times they tried to corner Juste and restore him.

But if Soma was going to argue, he was prematurely cut off when a white haired man dressed in deep blues and black went flying. Knocking open the doors to the Master Chamber and though he did catch himself and land on his feet...

"What now?" Soma groaned as three men came stalking into the room, one in woodland browns, the other in a vivid red coat and stark white hair. The third proving to be the one person Soma actually, kinda, sorta, knew. "Isaac!"

"They spoke of your treachery, Hector! How could you," Isaac began when Soma's voice cut into his focus causing him to pause and look around. It was a voice that broke his concentration, yet in doing so alerted him to the stark change in the Master Chambers. The women from before time had changed had returned, indeed even Maria was among them!

His eyes settled on the Dark Child... 'Soma' wasn't it? What was he doing in a room full of vampire hunters?

"Father! Don't get close to that Devil Forgemaster," and just beyond Soma was the Prince of the Castle. Clearly incensed by Soma standing up and casual approach towards the Devil Forgemaster, wait... 'FATHER?!'

Soma kept walking, but Isaac couldn't miss the sudden flash of recognition and annoyance as the young man turned around to acknowledge that 'he' was the Princes' Lord Father?

"So? He's a nice guy! I met him after I met you in fact," Soma began before adding, "And who are you to tell me who I can an-..." His eyes caught sight of the painting above the throne again, or specifically the person in the 'front'. "Oh... yeah, that's who..."

"A Belmont? How is a Belmont a 'Vampire'?!" Simon demanded his tone harsh and confrontational. As well as present because he had found no reason to speak after the horrific realization that this bean pole was 'DRACULA'.

"What?" The room seemingly exploded as multiple voices cried out in alarm at the statement.

"Well I can't send him back clearly... does anyone know when the strawberry ice cream shows up in the time line? I can send everyone from before him just not him..." Soma began turning to look back at the hunters in the room. The blue clothed stranger, Hector was it, got to his feet, a sword in his hand and still on guard. But even 'he' was taken aback at the sound of the Prince turned Hunter addressing his father. When clearly the Lord of the Castle wasn't in the room, right?

Beyond the two vampires stalking towards him, he could see Isaacs' slack jawed expression as he gazed at someone else, and it was clearly not the Prince. For they both knew what the Prince looked like, and it was obvious the Prince would never take over the Castle. However; there 'was' a single person between the pair, a man with white hair and a long, white coat. With both the Prince and Isaac fixing their attention on him which left him baffled. Was this a product of his attempt at stopping Dracula Curse?

"Dracula?" He called out, just as the swordsman vampire lunged for him, causing him to block with his sword.

"Please don't call me that..." the reply was almost a whine, and a declaration that it was right, just not welcomed.

That knowledge though was 'not' welcomed by one.

For Isaac stood there trying to process Soma's status, he didn't understand how Lord Dracula could turn into such a young man. Yet he remembered the kindness that Soma expressed and how he arrogantly inflated his own ego. When, in fact, he should have been grateful that his Lord would show such generosity. He had the chance to elevate his standing and he ruined it by blindly assuming Lord Dracula as a 'lowly Dark Child'.

Only now he knew who this 'lowly Dark Child' was and he could only yell at his own brain. Internally screaming at himself at how he couldn't recognize his own Lord on sight, he should have, new form or not.

"Don't let the Belmont leave the room! Charlotte 'must' be allowed to complete her spell!" Stella ordered calling her sword to her side and floating forward, taking charge suddenly, Loretta already at her back the air about her chilling quickly.

"Ok!" Maria was taken by surprise, but she also began moving forward with the rest of the hunters.

It was almost ludicrous how a vampire could just walk into a room full of vampire hunters really. And the more warrior looking vampire grinned at the challenge already having drawn his sword, "looks like we're going to have fun tonight!"

"We discussed this Maxim." Juste pointed out his eyes settling thoughtfully on the young girl reading from a book. He 'knew' that spell, despite never having the strength necessary to cast it. Already he began falling back switching out the fist for an ax and his summon tome. Could she? Could that mere slip of a girl be strong enough? She certainly kept trying to cast it when they crossed paths after all.

"Indeed... and did I hear concern out of the prince's mouth for his Lord Fathers' safety?" Camilla purred as she floated into the room perched atop a modestly large skull. She took in the large chamber and the number of beautiful women before her eyes fell upon the painting above the throne and the presence of the white haired man in both. Gazing down upon the seemingly, powerless, pale human that the Prince approached. Forcibly pulling the pale one behind him, his own golden eyes fixed on Camilla. "Boys, let us leave this room, for now, clearly things have changed in... delightful, ways..."

Camilla floated away backwards as the eyes of the skull she sat upon suddenly spewed blood that splashed against everything in its way with a soft sizzling hiss.

"Ack!" Charlottes' attention was broken from the difficult spell as the acidic blood burned on her skin. Forcing her to switch to the healing spell and abandoning the Vampire Belmont in the room, the twisted irony not lost on her. She 'knew' Juste, the one who would create the very Sanctuary spell that saved the sisters. Now that self same spell could be used to save him, the man who created, though could not cast, if she could JUST GET THE SPELL CAST.

She could see Juste observing her, his golden eyes shrewdly narrow as though he knew exactly what spell she was trying to pull off. He undoubtedly came to realize exactly 'what' spell she was trying for and informed the others with him. After all they had a 'Belmont' on their side, and Juste was Richters' biological grandfather. But Soma wanted to send everyone back to their own times. He couldn't send Juste, but if all the Belmonts were here, than Leon all the way through to Simon would be sent away. Leaving herself, the sisters, their father, Shanoa, Dracula himself left, without a Belmont, and given the strength that a Belmont possessed...

As Charlotte thought on, her stomach dropped into her shoes as she realized something, Richter was possessed during his second time in the Castle. That second visit was the reason Alucard woke from his slumber. So if he arrived here under his own power, it meant that Richter was currently possessed and would be actively hunting Soma once he was made aware. Or he could turn his attention on his grandfather.

Soma simply 'could not' be allowed to send them away! The most powerful magician among the Belmonts a vampire, the most powerful of the clan under the service of Dracula? Soma didn't have the same goals as his past self those followers who turned Richter wouldn't put Richter under his care. Even if she found Jonathan, making him take up Vampire Killer would be a death sentence to the blond! The other Belmonts would be vital in subduing their fellow hunters! She was going to need all the help she could get if she wanted to save Juste!