Soma was about to go out of his mind. One minute, they were casually traversing Castlevania. The next, Dracula was telling a joke.

"Do you know what the dairy farmer said to the genetic engineer?" The lord of the night asked expectantly.

"No, I don't," Leon admitted. "Did he talk about cows?"

"NO!" Dracula bellowed with rage. "He didn't say ANYTHING because he's STUPID for being a farmer and treating cows that way and because MILK SUCKS!"

"Oh…" The Belmont arched an eyebrow, clearly confused.

"Drac, that was the worst joke I've ever heard," Soma informed him. "I mean, seriously, I'll bet Joachim could even do better."

"Why did the chicken cross the road?" Joachim, hearing his name, immediately responded without thought.

"Nevermind," Soma sighed.

"It wasn't a joke," Dracula heaved a miserable sigh. "Do you think I like that they're treating cows with growth hormones and feeding them antibiotics? Don't they realize that causes them to be in PAIN, and it's bad for the ENVIRONMENT, and that eventually the antibiotics will KILL them?"

"Actually," Alucard corrected, "Antibiotics do not kill the cattle. Feeding antibiotics to them will expose more bacteria to our medicines, allowing a greater chance for bacteria to develop a resistance to our antibiotics, confer it to other bacteria, and multiply, thus creating more deadly diseases for everyone, cattle and humans alike."

"Whew, I was worried for a second there," Leon sighed in relief.

Alucard looked at him sharply. "You're a human. That's bad."

"Oh," Leon again assumed a worried expression.

"See! Milk sucks!" Dracula persisted. "I learned all about it in on Milk Sucks dot com!"

"If you skinny bitches are done," Isaac calmly interjected, pointing forward, "I think we're about to run into a problem."

Following Isaac's finger, they found a large gaping hell hole, spewing fire and brimstone, directly in their path.

As they came up to it, Isaac whistled, peering over the edge into the licking flames. "Cheery."

Leon whipped his gaze quickly at Dracula. "Mathias, what were you thinking when you built this?"

"It's Dracula," The lord of the night reminded him and shrugged. "Castlevania gets cold at night."

"It's always night!" the Belmont protested.

"It's always cold," Dracula rebuked.

"I certainly can't argue with that," Joachim sipped the last of his drink, frowned at his empty cup, and put it away. "But this is terribly inconvenient."

"We could go another way," Alucard offered, "If we loop back through the Marble Gallery to the Outer Wall and go through the Clock Tower…"

"NO!" they all agreed unanimously, hearing those dreaded two words.

"Besides," Dracula commented off-handedly, pointing down into the center of the hell-hole. "I put the last demon gate down there."

"You asshole! Why would you DO THAT?" With a cry of rage, Soma tackled Dracula, sending them both over the edge of the chasm and into the fiery flames below.

"Soma!" Alucard panicked, diving in after them.

Just for fun, Isaac drove his motorcycle into the charring chasm.

Knowing that he should save his friends if they were in trouble, Leon hardened his expression, gripping the Vampire Killer and looking over at his vampire friend. "Are you ready?"

Joachim waved him ahead. "By all means, jump into certain death. I'll wait here until things cool down a bit. See? I can tell a joke."

With a grim nod, Leon jumped in.

The vampire waited, sitting beside the fire. Not long after Leon disappeared, a blonde haired woman with four arms and four swords sat next to him.

"So, what's your name?" She asked seductively, flipping aside a lock of her thick long hair with one of her blades.

"Joachim," the vampire replied, chancing a glance at her. "You?"

"Durga," she smiled.

"Oh really?" he grinned, recognizing the name, then sent his oversized blades through her body, listening to her wail as she disappeared.

In her place sat a steaming mug of coffee.

"Perfect," Joachim smiled, transferring the black liquid into his Starbucks cup. He took a sip and frowned. "Ugh… decaf…"

Before he could take another sip, he heard a familiar scream emanate from the unholy pit below. Startled, he leaned forward, "Leon?"

Indecision tore at him. Finally, he dumped the coffee into the fires before him. "I hate decaf." Deciding that his logic was sound, he jumped into the pit…

…and landed perfectly unscathed next to a coffee-drenched Soma.

"May I ask…" the pale haired youth began calmly, but his voice picked up and piqued quickly. "…what the fuck compelled you to pour your coffee on me?"

"Duh, it was decaf," Joachim explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

And really, it was. "Eh, ok." Soma tilted his head to the side, seeing the reasoning in that, then used his water and wind magic to rinse and dry himself.

"How are we alive?" Joachim questioned them, looking at a perfectly healthy Leon especially. "Didn't I just hear you scream?"

"We're alive because Soma willed the castle to allow us to live," Alucard patiently explained, rolling his eyes as the youth took a bow. "And Leon screamed because he saw a spider."

"I hate spiders," Leon shuddered.

"Leon-Fucking-Belmont's afraid of spiders?" Soma grinned, then flicked his finger, instantaneously sending all the spiders in the chasm away with tiny cries of anguish. "Not a prob."

Leon was visibly relieved.

"You've gained control of Castlevania and its creatures remarkably quickly," Alucard noted cryptically.

Dracula frowned and spoke in a dead-pan voice, "Yes… amazing isn't it."

"It's great!" Soma held out his hands, willing all the flames in the pit away with a smile. "I never realized Castlevania was so easy to control…"

Alucard watched the action, his eyes widening. "Soma, you need to stop using Dracula's powers right now," he ordered urgently.

"Why? We would all be dead if I hadn't!" The pale haired youth scowled. "Besides, someone should use Dracula's magic because he sure as hell isn't using them!"

At this, all eyes curiously fell onto the current lord of the night, who had been trying to ignore this whole interchange. Alucard thought about it, and realized with a shock that Soma was actually right.

Their entire time in Castlevania, Dracula had not used any of his magical abilities. No teleporting… no throwing fireballs… nothing.

Alucard tentatively approached the vampire lord, peering at him cautiously. "Father… what is happening to you?"

"I…" Dracula hesitated.

"He's lost his powers."

They turned to face Isaac, who had crossed his arms as he leaned back against his motorcycle, a cigar hanging from his mouth to ward away the drama. "I could tell the moment we met again."

"You knew?" The vampire asked, astounded.

"I was once a magic-user myself," the devil-forger admitted to it as if he had revealed he was once a crack-whore. "Dracula, you don't have the same aura anymore. It used to be a healthy, deep crimson, but now…" Isaac took a deep drag off his stogie, peering closely at the lord of the night, "It looks more of a sickly broccoli green…"

"Broccoli…" Alucard murmured, his eyes cast at the stone floor, deep in concentration. Suddenly he looked up, "…Vegetables… it… can't be!"

"What?" Dracula sighed, wishing more than anything that this embarrassing conversation was over.

"Father…" the dhampire fixed the vampire with a look of complete seriousness. "I think I know why your powers have mysteriously vanished."

"Well, don't keep us all in suspense," Joachim remarked dryly.

Alucard ignored the other vampire. "How long has it been since you drank blood?"

"At least thirty years… perhaps longer," Dracula replied suspiciously. "Why do you ask?"

"You are the lord of all the vampires and the master of this castle. Your power and control stems from your blood," Choosing his words carefully, Alucard made certain he kept eye-contact with Dracula. "But you have chosen to forsake the blood, as have I, and from experience I know what that will do."

"No…" Dracula growled lowly, his eyes turning a shade of red at the suggestion. "You became such a pathetic weakling child…no!"

Ignoring his protests, the dhampire continued, "Without blood, your powers never manifested themselves after your resurrection. You are lord of this castle by name alone."

"NO!" The former lord of the night roared, clutching his head in his hands.

Leon was lost. "I don't understand…"

"Of course you don't," Joachim proceeded to explain helpfully. "He doesn't have powers anymore because he's a vegan,"

"And as we all know…" Alucard began.

"…vegans are pussies." Isaac finished, taking a final drag off his cigar before he threw it to the ground, stamping it out with his boot.

Alucard blinked. That wasn't what he was going to say, but he supposed it was close enough.

"Oh…" Leon suddenly felt his heart go out to Dracula. For once, he had tried to do the right thing, and this was his reward? A single tear slipped from his eye.

"GOD Leon, who's the pussy, Dracula or you?" Sara raged from within the whip. "Stop crying and do something for once!"

Leon, as usual, couldn't hear his dearest in the whip, but he dutifully reminded Isaac, "Don't litter."

"Don't sweat it," Soma said, pointing to the cigar butt and incinerating it with magical fire not unlike the flame of excitement in his eyes. "There's bigger stakes at hand…"

"Soma?" Leon questioned, watching as the youth walked confidently up to the demon-boss door that had been revealed with the dousing of the flames.

Laying a hand on the door, Soma grinned wickedly and willed it to open. "I know what rests behind this door…!" When the gateway obeyed his command and swung open, he gleefully jumped into the chamber ahead of them all.

It took Alucard a moment before he realized that Soma had disappeared, for he was busy consoling Dracula, who was again weeping bloody emo tears. Panicked, he looked to the only one he felt he could truly trust. "Leon!"

"What is it?" The Belmont asked, as he began coiling his Vampire Killer whip so that he could put it away.

"You need to go after Soma now!" Alucard desperately tried to heave up his weeping father, but to no avail. "Whatever he is planning to do… you must stop him!"

"I understand," Leon nodded gravely to each of his companions. "Alucard, please bring Mathias as soon as possible. Joachim, Isaac… let's go."

However, just as the trio were about to disappear through the door, a feeble croaking sound caught their attention, pulling them momentarily back.

"It's… Dracula…" The lord of the night wept, finally stumbling to his feet. He dried his eyes, blinking back any future tears. "I may not have my powers anymore, but I still have my pride. I won't let you go alone, Leon."

"But he's not going alone," Joachim pointed out. "Isaac and I were going too."

Dracula ignored the other vampire, patting Leon on the shoulder good-naturedly. "No, you won't go alone."

Leon found Mathias's dramatics a little over-the-top, but he grinned, happy to have his old comrade back. "All right, then. Let's go."

Together, they walked through the door. At least, they tried too, but they found out that six people are tough to fit through a door at the same time. Readjusting, they walked through the door in pairs.

They found Soma standing by a large painted demonic seal that still appeared fresh with blood. The room was oddly vacant of any other presence, human or demon. Tall thin candelabras stood in lines alongside the cold stone walls, lighting the room. Vividly gaudy red tapestries adorned the granite brick walls. Next to the seal, an open ebony coffin sat raised on a marble pedestal.

Soma's back was to them as he murmured, "It's here, I can feel it…"

"What is here, Soma?" Alucard asked tentatively, like a psychiatrist would, while approaching the youth slowly. "I haven't told you anything about this boss yet."

"You don't need to," the youth chuckled. "This is the place it all begins…"

"The room of beginning?" Leon asked, equally cautious.

"You could say that," Dracula interjected when Soma failed to respond. "This was the room of my awakening."

"You slept down here?" The Belmont asked, disgusted. "By the hellfire?"

"I told you, Castlevania gets cold at night," Dracula maintained. "And I wasn't asleep. I was dead until the cultist brought me back to life."

"Wait wait wait…" Joachim spun towards him, holding a finger in the air. "You mean someone actually went through the flames of hell to bring you back?"

"Never underestimate the undying devotion of a cultist," The lord of the night advised solemnly.

"You fucking awoke here, and here, I shall fucking awake too!" Soma cried as he took a step into the scarlet-lined ebony coffin.

"Soma, what's wrong with you?" Leon shouted, walking more briskly than before towards the scene before him.

"That..." Joachim said, pointing to the wild looking youth in front of them. "...is Soma going crazy. Trust me, I know these things."

Leon didn't deny that he knew, and quite well, but still he found himself murmuring, "No..." Desperately, he grabbed Soma's arm, pulling him back urgently. "Soma, come back to us! You're still you!"

Soma finally whipped his head around, facing Leon with reddened eyes and a near maniacal grin. "Leon-Fucking-Belmont, you're not stopping me this time!" With a shout, he threw Leon back with strength he didn't even know he had, sending the Belmont half-way across the room where he gently collided into Alucard.

"Oof!" The dhampire grunted, being pushed back by the force of the blow. Together, they both flew backwards twenty feet into the wall next to the door.

Before anyone else could act, Soma had touched his hand to the blood-inscripted seal. A brilliant light emanated from the dark pattern, accompanied by an equally magnificent shockwave. Within moments, the others all found themselves thrown back against the wall next to Alucard and Leon.

Despite the fact that he felt like his left lung had been collapsed, and it probably had, Leon struggled to his feet and grunted, "Soma... don't do this... I still believe in you."

"Foolish Belmont…" The light aura that once surrounded Soma evaporated into a halo of darkness. As the youth turned around to face them again, the irises of his eyes were unmistakably blood-red, his hair tousled wildly, and his grin undeniably evil. Holding out his hand, he commanded the door to the room to slam shut.

"Soma, what are you doing?" Alucard demanded.

"Oh Allie, you and I both know that I can't let you leave," Soma purred. His posture, tone of voice, and indeed, everything about him seemed twisted into a more sinister being. "You would only come back to hunt me down..."

Alucard's face filled with regret. Silently, he nodded to Soma, then turned to his companions. "You know what must be done..." In one fluid motion, he unsheathed the Alucard sword and held it up meaningfully.

"Woah woah woah!" Leon exclaimed, holding up his hands. "This is Soma we're talking about... we can't kill him!"

"We shouldn't have to kill him, because I am still alive." Dracula observed. "He may have my powers, but he doesn't have my complete soul. We only need to jar him out of this... phase... he is going through."

"But... how can we do that?" The Belmont, having never been good at raising children, clenched his Vampire Killer whip nervously. If only he had taken a more active role in the lives of his kids!

"Simple," Isaac stated grimly, firmly clenching his fists. "It's time to teach this punk-ass a lesson."

Without further hesitation, Isaac ran forward, delivering punches and kicks firmly to the newly arisen dark lord. Soma activated a kung-fu skeleton soul, countering his physical moves with alarming ease.

Leon continued to hesitate, staying back even as Dracula and Alucard rushed forward to help. "I don't see how this is going to stop him from becoming a dark lord."

"Of course you don't," Joachim patiently turned to his old friend. "Think... what does Soma treasure the most?"

"His love for Mina?" Leon ventured.

"Stupid tragic lover-boy," the vampire tisked. "Think again."

Leon thought again. "His clothes?"

"Try again," Joachim responded dryly, feeling his patience beginning to wear thin.

Leon tried again. "His 'Bitchin' new attack'?"

"Close enough," the vampire grinned. "His collection of souls."

At that moment, Alucard managed to land a blow on Soma, eliciting an anguished cry from the youth as a small light blue-colored soul flew out of his body.

Finally, Leon got it. Grimly, he gripped the Vampire Killer, uncoiling it to its full length in preparation. "I think I understand. We have to..."

"...beat the souls out of him!" Joachim laughed gleefully, sending his blades (with the blunt ends facing forward) at Soma. A small red-colored soul flew out of him.

"NO!" Soma roared, opening the folds of his coat and sending hundreds of large fiery meteors in every direction.

Quickly, the group performed the 5 D's and dodged, dipped, ducked, dived, and dodged for cover. Even Isaac ended up slightly singed from the heat.

"I never knew that was possible..." Leon turned sharply to Dracula. "Why didn't you ever attack like that?"

"It makes a complete mess of my hair," the lord of the night explained.

Indeed, Soma's hair was now quite tangled, but he didn't seem to care. "You won't take them... I won't let you have them!"

And yet, as time passed, he did. Despite his best efforts, soul after soul flew to freedom from Soma as each punch, whip, strike, and verbal insult (courtesy of Dracula) hit him.

"You could never be half the lord of darkness I am," Dracula taunted him, quickly avoiding another hellfire blast from the would-be lord of darkness.

"Like you can talk!" Soma scowled. "You lost all of your powers to veganism!"

"By the time I was your age, I had already conquered a few countries..." Dracula chuckled as he pointed out, "without any dark powers."

A not very useful yellow soul flew out of Soma's body.

"Aargh!" the silver haired youth cried. Desperate to retaliate, he attacked Isaac while his back was turned.

Isaac caught his fist, grabbed him around the waist, and pile-drived him onto the stone floor.

Not about to stay phased, Soma sprung up, only to feel the sting of the Vampire Killer followed by five sword hilts that drove him up into the ceiling.

As the youth fell down onto the floor again, a few various colored souls escaping his body as he did so, Leon winced, "Sorry..."

"Don't be," Soma forced himself to his feet again, spitting to the side to make him look more bad-ass. "I'm just getting started."

"Oh, that is so cheesy..." Joachim muttered as he rolled his eyes.

"You want cheese?" Soma grinned.

"No!" Dracula exclaimed, horrified. "Those poor cows!"

Paying no heed to the vegan vampire, Soma concentrated, holding his hands above him. His eyes snapped open, and with a vindictive cackle, he did his worst.

Soma tossed a pizza onto Dracula.

"AAAAAUUUGGGHHH!" The lord of the night wailed, flailing miserably as the pizza struck him in the chest. "Pepperoni! Those poor... uhh... what is pepperoni made out of?"

Isaac shrugged. "Mystery meat?"

Alucard was tempted to inform them otherwise, but he found that there were more pressing issues at hand. "Leon, look out!"

The Belmont turned around just in time to find a plate of curry heaved into his arms.

"AAAAA!" Leon cried as he let the dish fall to the ground. "It's... so spicy!"

"You should be ashamed of yourself," Isaac murmured darkly. "...wasting food like this..."

"You don't like it?" Soma taunted. "Then why don't you do something about it?"

Isaac did. As he paced slowly towards Soma, he knocked aside pizzas, plates of pasta, roasts, and delicious ice cream cones with a solemn expression chiseled into his face. Nobody knew the inner agony he went through, the screams of tortured souls he heard in his head, as he batted aside each cuisine.

Finally, he reached Soma, grabbing him by his fur-lined collar. "Waste not…" He growled, heaving the youth across the room. "…want not!"

Deciding that he needed a new tactic, Soma focused instead on his form, turning into a bat. He flew into a high and difficult to reach corner and started launching fire balls at them.

Unable to do much, the group tolerated the cheap flames for a little while. Then, half of them remembered that they could turn into bats too.

Alucard and Joachim changed forms into dark red, and purple bats respectively. Joachim squeaked with dismay as his empty plastic Starbucks cup fell to the floor. Resolutely, the duo dodged Soma's cheap attacks and tackled him onto the ground.

Isaac, Leon, and Dracula hovered closely over the scene, watching with morbid fascination as the three little bats fluttered around on the floor squeaking, biting, and tossing flames at each other.

"I'm betting on the white one." Isaac said, pulling out some gold pieces. "You in?"

"No!" Leon exclaimed indignantly. "The white one's Soma!"

"Oh." Isaac put his gold away. "Too bad."

All at once, the bats seemed to realize that they weren't gaining anything by being in bat form any longer. Isaac, Leon, and Dracula were thrown back as three men materialized where three tiny bats had once been.

"...am certainly not a 'yuppie vampire!'" Joachim's bat-shriek transformed into intelligible speech as he shifted back to his vampire form. "I merely have a more refined taste."

Alucard had pinned Soma down, grimacing as the youth changed from biting his wing to sinking strangely longer than normal teeth into his arm. "Soma-damnit-snap-out-of-it!" He shouted, shoving Soma's head on the ground and knocking a soul free with each word.

Eventually, Soma kicked the dhampire off him and staggered up, licking the remnants of Alucard's blood off his lips. "You may think you've got me, but I can play this game forever... I have THOUSANDS of souls at my disposal!"

Alucard didn't doubt that fact. He calculated that it would actually only take them about a week to beat them all out of Soma, but he didn't believe the others would want to fight quite that long. As Leon, Joachim, and Isaac jumped back into the fight, distracting Soma, he turned to face Dracula with the utmost seriousness. "Father, there is something you must do to end this."

Dracula appeared touched. "My son needs my help? Oh, I'm so happy!"

Alucard scowled. "Don't be... you won't like this, but you must do it to end this struggle and bring Soma back to his senses."

The vampire didn't particularly like the sound of that, but he nodded resolutely. "I shall do what I must."

While the others continued to beat souls out of Soma, Alucard pulled Dracula over to the open coffin that still rested untouched on the marble pedestal.

"You want me to go back to sleep?" Dracula questioned doubtfully.

"No..." The half-vampire shook his head, gesturing to the demonic seal still stained with fresh blood. "Though it pains me to say it... you must reclaim your rightful place as the lord of this castle."

"What?" Dracula took a step back, hearing the unspoken words in his son's voice. "You mean for me to..."

"Yes," Alucard insisted. "You must absorb the blood from the seal. It has not dried in five days, because it waits for you to consume it. Thankfully, Soma didn't figure that out."

"But... I can't..." The lord of the night floundered pathetically and shook his head. "I've made a life-changing decision..."

"I know you have, and I respect that decision more than you know," the dhampire winced and spoke softly. "After this, I would be proud to call you my father if you continue on that path."

"Then why…" Dracula began, but was quickly cut off.

"This is the only way to fully bring Soma back to his senses," Alucard explained firmly. "If the castle fully accepts you as its lord, it will reject Soma, and he will be free of the curse."

Seeing the desperation in his son's eyes, Dracula felt compelled to step forward, slowly drawing himself closer and closer to the inevitable. He forced himself to step into the coffin, and as he raised his hand, he glanced back once more at Alucard.

The pleading look his son gave him sealed his resolve. "For you, Adrian."

When he touched the seal, the room began to shake violently, and Dracula found himself surrounded in a cloud of darkness. The blood from the inscription flowed in smooth rivulets to his hand and into his body. Unable to watch his horrible transformation any longer, Dracula shut his eyes, thankful that nobody else could see the bloody emo tears he was crying.

As each drop of crimson fluid absorbed into his body, the lord of the night felt a mixture of both pain and power. By the time the blood had completely disappeared, Dracula knew the castle was once again his to command.

Before he did anything else, Dracula collected his thoughts, calmed his emotions, and wiped his eyes. Then, with a wave of his hand, the dark cloud disappeared and the shaking stopped.

The first person he saw was Alucard, who actually appeared happy for once in his life. Immediately, Dracula knew that he had made the right decision.

"It's red again."

Dracula looked up to see his former-favorite, Isaac, who was grinning madly.

"Mathias has regained his powers?" Leon exclaimed.

Joachim looked over at the unusually quick Belmont, startled. Then, he noticed his recycled plastic Starbucks cup sitting forlornly by his side. He discreetly picked it up and stowed it away.

"He fucking what?" Soma exclaimed.

"It's Dracula," He reminded Leon, then addressed them all. "And yes… it would appear that I am lord of this castle again by more than name alone."

To prove his point, the vampire flicked his hand forward and clenched his fist, pulling all the tall candelabras from their resting places on the sides of the room to surround Soma. In a matter of moments, the youth was rendered completely motionless by the criss-crossing long metal candelabras around his body.

"AAAAARRRRRHHH!" Soma growled, struggling against his metallic confines. Before he could blink, Dracula had already teleported in front of him. "No! You can't do this to me! I won't let you take them!"

"Boy, who do you think I am? Do you really think I need your little collection of souls?" Dracula scoffed as he peered down at the youth.

"Uhh… yes…?" Soma answered.

"I gave the monsters their souls. I won't be needing them back from you, but there is something else I require…" Dracula couldn't say why, but he intrinsically knew what must be done. Somehow, he finally understood his strange predicament with Soma.

Dislike it as he may, part of him resided in Soma now. That fraction of his soul now belonged to the youth trapped before him, and the only way he could reclaim that would be to kill the boy. Though he was somewhat tempted to do so, he knew that Alucard would never forgive him if he did.

Besides, it wouldn't dampen his power that much to allow the boy to live, would it? Confident in his decision, Dracula touched his hand to the boy's forehead, concentrating on only pulling out the parts of his soul that were affiliated with the castle and the chaotic darkness that bound it.

In mere moments, the dark aura around Soma faded. The deed was done. After Dracula released him from the confines of the candelabras, Soma weakly stumbled on his feet, struggling to stay standing. Knowing it was time for his famous last words, he looked meaningfully at them all.

"Fuck..."

Ungracefully, Soma fell to the floor in a heap.

Sighing, Alucard sheathed his sword and knelt beside the youth, turning him over in his arms. "You really made a mess of things this time."

Soma grinned. "But I was... so cool..."

With that, the would-be lord of darkness passed out.

"He is only asleep," Alucard assured Leon before the concerned Belmont could ask. He hefted the boy up with ease over his shoulder, carrying him towards the door to the room. "But I don't envy the headache he will have when he wakes."

Thank you, dear reviewers! I love you all. ^_^

Congrats to: Great chapters so far (btw, thanks!), Wild Fantasy, and Lonewolf 102 for correctly answering the trivia!

There are only two more fights left! I wonder, can any of you guess what angelic beings they will fight? I'm sure that some of you know them. ^_^

Chapter Trivia #9 Answer:
In this chapter, Isaac punches blue and gold medusa heads alike without any problems. If he were anyone but our manly hero Isaac, what should have happened to him, and why? Review with your answer!
Anyone but Isaac (or Alucard wearing the Mirror Armor) would have been petrified into a delightful stony statue. Isaac doesn't have time to be petrified, he has far more manly things to do.

Chapter Trivia #10:
Soma attacks the group with hundreds of large fiery meteors in this chapter. Dracula has this attack too, but he doesn't use quite this many. How many flaming dark infernos does Dracula typically throw at his foes? Review with your answer!