Leon couldn't believe it. For a thousand years, he had believed her to be dead, and yet, here she stood before him exactly as she had been that fateful day. He had never forgotten the day he had been forced to kill her, condemning her tainted soul to infinite lifetimes within the Vampire Killer whip that his family had used to fight evil for generations.
Sara Trantoul.
His beloved, darling Sara was standing before him now…saying she was going to kill him.
Oh, right, she had said that, hadn't she? Leon remembered this tidbit of information just before feeling a powerful fist collide with his face, landing him on his butt.
It wasn't a pleasant feeling, but it dulled in comparison to the happiness that ran through him. "Sara… you're alive!" Leon said with a wide smile, standing up and running to her. "Oh, I'm so happy!"
The woman's lips twisted into a snarl, her eyes full of disbelief as the Belmont caught her in a tight embrace. "Why? I plan to kill you, Leon. Violently. I will maul you… I will end you!"
"I've missed you so much," he murmured, a small tear falling from his eye.
Sara noticed. "God damn it Leon! Why are you such a fucking pussy?" Waving her arms in a circular motion, she knocked him away from her.
"You shouldn't say the Lord's name in vain," At this, Leon finally frowned slightly. Sara had always been such a pious girl. Though they had a few differences, in their love of God they had always seen eye-to-eye. "Sara, this doesn't sound like you…"
"Oh, I assure you, it's me, Leon-poo," she said, her words dripping with a venomous sarcasm.
Soma snickered at the pet-name, alerting Leon to the fact that the others had all stopped to calmly watch their interchange. "Leon-poo?"
"Quiet!" Joachim demanded in a hushed whisper, swatting at the silver haired youth. "You'll spoil the drama."
"That name…" The Belmont took a step back in shock. "Sara… you… this really is you."
"It really is me," she agreed with a scowl. "Maybe if your stupid brain had listened over the past 1000 years…"
"What happened to you?" Leon asked sadly, somehow knowing that he wasn't going to like the answer to this.
"What happened to me? What happened to me?" Sara shrieked, causing the vampires to cover their ears from the shrill noise. "1000 years and he has the audacity to ask what fucking happened to me!"
"Yes?" Leon asked honestly.
"AAARRRRGHH!" She screamed, pulling the strands of her hair from their delicate braided buns so that they hung in what would be beautiful dark curls around her, were she not so clearly deranged. "YOU FUCKING FUCKED ANOTHER WOMAN WHEN I WAS IN THE SAME FUCKING ROOM! THAT'S WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED TO ME!"
Alucard winced. Isaac shook his head and looked away. Soma silently commended her on her language.
Leon, however, remained perplexed. "I was never unfaithful to you… while you were alive," he clarified.
"You…" she continued to seethe, though at a lower volume. "I was alive the whole time!"
"You were? But where…" As Leon began to ask, the all too obvious answer hit him when the woman of his affections screamed it at him.
"Inside the WHIP you fucking imbecile!" Sara screamed, the rage beginning to manifest itself around her in a heated crimson and black aura. "You hung me on the bedpost when you fucked all those other women!"
Leon realized that he had.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?"
"Because it was nighttime," Leon explained matter-of-factly. "Vampires might attack."
Joachim rolled his eyes. "Oh please, I have better things to do than attack you while you're indisposed, and Dracula's too lazy to get off his throne when he's actually awake."
"I have a lot to think about," Dracula huffed back.
"LEEEEOOOONNN!" Despite the logic, Sara's rage continued to grow until the dark aura filled the entire room, making it impossible for them to see anything.
"Oh great, this again," Joachim frowned, lamenting the abused battery life of his camera.
A few moments later, Sara's demonic chuckle filled the room, permeating through everything to their ears. "Leon, you will die tonight for what you have done to me…"
Soma breathed a sigh of relief.
"…and all your friends too!"
"Oh, come on!" Soma whined. "Is that really necessary?"
"Yes…" she answered back in a sultry manner. "And what's better… I won't even have to lift a finger. Tonight, you'll kill each other!"
With a gleeful laugh, the rage-aura lifted. Soma's eyes widened as he found himself alone on the circular sandy floor of a gladiatorial amphitheater that resembled the coliseum.
Alone with a coliseum full of monsters.
"Oh fuck me…" Soma muttered under his breath, clenching his fists tightly as he pulled at his mana reserves for what would certainly be a life-threatening battle. Never before had he seen so many monsters in one place. Axe armors, minotaurs, creatures, and all varieties of angels and devils filled the giant room.
His companions were nowhere to be seen. "How could you leave me alone?" Soma wailed, but his cries were short-lived, for he just barely managed to avoid the devastating sweep of a minotaur's large axe. With a growl, he hardened his gaze and let the lightning flow from his fingertips.
Meanwhile, the others were finding their situations less than appealing. Leon especially felt bared as the electric sting of a nearby Creature hit him. The Belmont reached for his Vampire Killer whip, only to find it missing.
Sara's laugh taunted him. "Did you really think I would help you out on this one?"
"Yes," Leon answered, frowning. He reached for his second most powerful weapon, his holy cross, but he paused just as his fingers touched the metal. If he used it, Dracula, Joachim, and Alucard would be at a serious disadvantage, wherever they were. Realizing that he could never do that to his friends, he instead pulled out a handful of knives from an undisclosed place, his gaze focusing on the plethora of monsters that surrounded him. "Blade Serpent!"
Isaac frowned as a bone dragon flew by him, grazing his shoulder with its sharp bone segments. He did not completely understand why this room was suddenly filed with monsters, but he could sense a heavy magical curse laying thickly in the air around them. These creatures were not all they appeared to be.
Frowning at the dragon that had just nipped him, Isaac punched it into several bony fragments, then turned to face his next opponent.
Joachim didn't quite manage to dodge as a werewolf uppercut him, but thankfully, nothing was quite as bad as dying. "Three times." He scowled at the thought, and had he known where Leon was right now, he would have given that treacherous angel a piece of his mind.
It didn't really surprise him that the room was full of monsters. They were in Castlevania, after all, weren't they? In fact, he wouldn't have been surprised if they were actually fighting each other. For a moment, his judgment wavered as he watched an axe armor throw its blade in a very familiar fashion.
The next moment, he threw his favorite five swords at the axe armor and the bat flying behind it. Leon had it coming.
Alucard winced as a ruler sword's blade, thrown from across the room, managed to graze his arm. He knew that there had to be a reasonable explanation for what was happening. Despite Sara's power, he knew that she would never have the ability to teleport them all to separate rooms in the castle and fill them all with monsters.
It was at that moment that he happened to gaze upward, at a throne that overlooked all of the proceedings. Not unlike an ancient Roman emperor, a grim figure sat atop the monumentous stone chair, watching the proceedings.
Richter Belmont.
Alucard's gaze narrowed. "Ugh, Richter…" the venom in his voice startled even himself. Then again, the Belmont did owe him twenty bucks. Deciding to end things once and for all, he shifted form into a bat and flew towards the throne.
Dracula found it all quite amusing. It was true, some of his monsters were behaving differently than they usually did, but from his seat high above the coliseum floor, nothing bothered him.
Nothing, that is, except a pesky bat, that seemed to have no sense, no brain, or possibly both. It fluttered around him making indecipherable high pitched squeaking sounds. "I can't understand you," he attempted to tell the creature, but to no avail.
Why couldn't he understand it? Dracula mused over this as he calmly procured a carrot from the folds of his cape, drinking the crisply fresh veggie juices.
At this, the bat seemed to really spazz out, its tiny wings fluttering even faster than before and its squeaks even higher pitched. A bit more irritated now than before, Dracula growled, "I told you before, I don't know what you are saying… now go away before I lose my patience."
Unfortunately for him, the bat remained steadfast in its squeakery. Dracula sighed.
Alucard sighed. Richter Belmont was stupider than ever. "Hello…" He attempted for the fifth time.
Richter stared dumbly back at him.
"Why… are… you… here?" Alucard asked slowly, knowing that special measures needed to be taken with this special Belmont.
Richter continued to stare at him blankly.
"What… are… you…" Alucard began.
"I can't understand you." Richter blurted back suddenly.
Alucard was certain that he was speaking English. The same English that Richter was speaking. How could he…?
Oh wait. This was Richter Belmont.
The half-vampire took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. "Richter… it… is… me… Alucard."
Suddenly, Richter did something that he had never done before. He reached into the folds of his long blue overcoat and pulled out… a carrot?
Alucard blinked uncertainly as he watched the man bring the carrot to his mouth… and drink the juice? Since when did…?
The half vampire gasped, wondering why he hadn't seen it before. The man sitting in front of him wasn't Richter Belmont. No, it was someone completely different.
It had to be his father.
More urgently, he stepped forward, attempting to get the man's attention. "Father! It's me, Alucard! Can you understand me now? We must break free of this curse quickly!"
Dracula sighed, growing tired of this bat. He supposed that he could just take its soul and be done with it, but the way it was fluttering around, in a panicked and concerned way, was almost… cute. It was just so nonthreatening.
He would let it live a little while longer. "Little bat, stay by my side for a while and listen. See how they are all slaughtering each other out there? They wouldn't be if they knew the benefits of organic food!"
Disgusted with the animalistic nature of the monsters on the floor, he shook his head, pulling out another carrot and tapping its juice. "If only they could appreciate naturally grown food, free from earth damaging pesticides and hazardous genetic engineering, they would also appreciate a world where people have no need to fight to be happy!"
Alucard listened to Richter's…no… his father's ranting and decided that he could never be more sure of himself. But, unfortunately, it seemed the older vampire neither recognized nor understood him. At least his father wasn't attacking him, which was more than he could say for the others. Uncertain of what to do, Alucard took a seat next to Dracula and listened to his continued rant about organic food while he pondered the dilemma.
Soma was quickly growing tired of the endless hordes of monsters. Every time it seemed he defeated one, another would simply appear in its place, and oh, these monsters were crafty.
It didn't seem fair. Why did he have to deal with all of Castlevania's creatures again? This was his third time running through the demonic castle. He seriously doubted that anyone in history had ever endured quite this much agony and torture.
It was work. Too much work.
Eventually, Soma threw his hands in the air, a shower of dark infernos teasing his hair, and shouted, "Leon-Fucking-Belmont! I don't know how you did it, but I know this is all your fucking fault!"
Leon began to expertly double-jump out of harm's way when the skeleton next to him somehow managed to summon a flurry of dark infernos. He didn't know how the skeleton did it, but if it was Mathias's attack, he could definitely dodge it.
Then, the unthinkable happened. The skeleton talked. Not only did it talk, it called him by name.
"Leon F-ing Belmont…" Leon repeated carefully. Something about the way this skeleton said his name was familiar. It was almost as if he had heard it before.
Perhaps someone else called him this once?
Leon pondered this with diligence as he continued to double jump away from the skeleton's dark infernos and hellfires. Who did he know that had Mathias's powers? Mathias didn't call him that. Though her vocabulary had largely expanded since he last saw her, it wasn't Sara…
Though the hellfires slightly singed him, he somehow knew that he didn't want to lose sight of this particular skeleton. Isaac didn't say that… Alucard was too polite… Joachim called him a fashionless idiot but only…
Leon's eyes widened as he finally came to the right conclusion. "Soma!"
The skeleton hesitated a moment before throwing its next hellfire. "What?"
The Belmont hastily jumped out of the way. "Soma, is that you? It's me, Leon!"
This only seemed to enrage the skeleton more, as it shouted, "Fucking Leon!" It lunged at him, grabbing him by the neck and tackled him to the ground.
Leon watched as the skeleton slowly morphed from its formerly bony figure into the crude pale haired youth that he had come to know. It seemed Soma was shocked as well, for he quickly let go of him and stood up. However, as soon as he did, the youth reverted back into a startled looking skeleton.
"Holy shit, it really is you!" The skeleton… no… Soma said, startled. He waved his bony arms around in exasperation and demanded, "why do you look like a minotaur?"
"I do?" It was Leon's turn to be perplexed as he glanced down at himself. From what he could tell, he appeared the same as he always did. Resolutely, he shook his head. "It must have something to do with Sara."
"Who is Sara?" Soma asked, folding his bony arms impudently as he dodged a nearby swipe of a Final Guard's sword. "I mean, I heard that you cheated on her, but who was she?"
"Sara Trantoul…" Leon began, his eyes tearing as a lump began to form in his throat. Determinedly, he swallowed and continued. "…was my betrothed. I loved her… but I was forced to kill her and seal her in the Vampire Killer whip for the last thousand years."
"Oh," Skeleton Soma paused, seeming to have no more to say for a moment. Again, he dodged another swing from the final guard behind him. "So now her ghost wants revenge on you? That's kind of a bitchy thing to do, isn't it?"
"I deserve whatever punishment she may deem fitting," Leon consented, his eyes downcast.
"Yeah, you probably do," the skeleton double jumped away from yet another swipe from the final guard, his irritation clearly beginning to grow. "But we don't. Tell your bitch to fucking chill!"
"I don't think she'll listen…" the Belmont murmured mostly to himself.
Soma had already turned around, his gaze murderous as he pelted the final guard with dark infernos. "And I've had enough of your shit!"
The final guard took the blows, screamed, and lumbered away.
Soma blinked after it. "That was… weird."
After having been lightly toasted by the dark infernos of a nearby skeleton, Joachim made his way through the hoards of monsters to a more secluded corner. Only one werewolf continued to bother him, continuously swinging at him as he desperately floated away. "Go away! Can't you see I'm busy?"
And he was. Joachim had much more important things to be concerned about than the pointless slaughter going on around him. He had an image to think of.
Drifting quickly away from the werewolf for a few seconds, he pulled out his digital camera and snapped a shot of himself. Knowing that he wouldn't have much time before the werewolf attacked again, he hurriedly looked at the preview screen, sighing with relief.
His hair still looked the same.
Quickly, he stowed his camera away, intending to face the werewolf once more. "All right, beastie. Show me what you've got."
The werewolf began to howl but didn't move. Joachim grinned, calling his swords to his side once again. This was going to be easier than he thought.
Isaac rarely found a reason to be indecisive about anything, but somehow he had found one. He knew the final guard standing before him must be Joachim. No other would ever think of taking a picture of himself during a battle. Of the final guard's identity, he was completely certain, but his indecision stemmed from a larger problem.
It seemed Joachim either couldn't hear him, or didn't want to. "Joachim, stop attacking!" He tried to command him for the third time. Again, the vampire seemed not to hear him and continued his pursuit.
In an instant, Isaac's indecision was over. If Joachim wouldn't understand, he could always knock him out and explain later. Clenching his fists tightly, he tackled the final guard before him, knocking him to the ground and submitting his arm.
Joachim's eyes grew wide as the werewolf sitting atop him, twisting his arm in a most painful way, melted away to be replaced with a rather beefy looking Isaac.
Could his eyes be playing tricks on him? It certainly wouldn't be the first time. Something about the devil forger's overwhelming manliness made him certain he wasn't hallucinating. "Isaac…? You're not Leon," he sighed, ceasing his struggle when he realized it wasn't the Belmont.
At this, Isaac glanced at him sharply. "Joachim, will you quit it if I let you go?"
After a quick nod, the vampire found his arm no longer in pain and a large muscular mass no longer on his chest. As Joachim had suspected, as soon as Isaac ceased physical contact with him, he appeared to revert back into a werewolf.
Seeing the look of surprise in the other's eyes, the vampire sighed. "We have to find a place where this will not affect us. Someplace away from the monsters…"
Meanwhile, to temporarily break the enchantment, Leon had decided to hold hands with Soma. After the youth complained wildly, calling it "faggish," Leon conceded to interlocking arms instead.
Soma continued to pout, using his free left hand to throw lightning at a nearby ghost, evaporating it into mist. "So you've you got a plan, right? I don't know if you've noticed, but we're kind of at a disadvantage here."
Leon didn't have a plan, but he intended to form one. That is, until he happened to look up into the rafters, spying a familiar form talking to a bat. The Belmont's eyes glowed with happiness and a smile spread across his face. "Richter!"
Without the slightest warning, he pulled out his wings and flew them both up into the high rafters, a startled Soma hanging on for dear life. He ignored the youth's curses and set him down gently next to the bat. "Richter, how I have missed you!"
Richter looked up at Leon, tilting his head to the side. "You know, I can't understand you either."
At this, Leon glanced uncertainly at Soma. The silver haired youth shrugged back.
Soon, a final guard floated up next to them. Not even a moment later, a werewolf finished scaling the stone walls and flipped over the railing next to them.
Dracula gazed fondly at the motley assortment of his monster minions. "I see you have all come to listen! Let me show you the way of the holistic organic raw foods vegan. You will never doubt yourself again!"
Joachim caught the eyes of the werewolf to his side, knowing that the creature was Isaac. "I think we've found Dracula."
The werewolf nodded in agreement.
Leon began to piece things together. The final guard that just called Richter "Dracula" sounded an awful lot like Joachim, and he only knew one person who would even attempt to scale the sheer stone walls of the coliseum to the high throne with nothing but his bare hands. Who else, but Isaac?
The little bat next to Soma protested, "father, please, not this again…"
The bat looked familiar already, and after calling Richter "father," he knew the tiny creature must be Alucard.
Finally, Leon realized who it was that sat lounging in the throne in front of him.
"Old friend, it is I, Leon Belmont," he said, pulling Soma with him as he walked forward and grasped Richter's hand firmly in a handshake. "Do you recognize me now, Mathias?"
Instantly, the axe armor and skeleton vanished in front of Dracula, being replaced with the familiar figures of Soma and Leon. "It's Dracula," he scowled back at the Belmont.
Alucard, finally realizing how to break the enchantment, stepped forward, placing his hand on Dracula's shoulder. "Father, can you understand me now?"
"Adrian?" the lord of the night questioned, seeming startled. Before he knew what was happening, Joachim had placed his hands in his hair, and Isaac was firmly grasping his forearm.
A moment later, it felt as if a weight had been lifted from them. It was remarkable, but they could actually feel Sara's curse vanishing from their bodies. Leon breathed a sigh of relief. "I am so glad we aren't fighting each other any more."
"As am I," Alucard agreed.
Joachim frowned unhappily.
Dracula scowled, shaking them all off him. "That's enough warm fuzzies for one lifetime. Get off me."
Soma, feeling his A.D.D. kicking in, decided to watch the other monsters in the coliseum fight each other. However, when he turned around, the sight that greeted him made him pull Leon's shirt sleeve urgently. "Don't look now, but I think someone's waiting for you."
Of course, Leon had to look now. His countenance grew grim as he gazed down.
The monsters had all vanished with the curse, leaving the coliseum appearing like a deserted wasteland. It was completely empty, aside from one solitary figure that stood in the center of the room.
Wind from an undisclosed location blew both the white hem of her long dress and the blue ribbons that once wrapped decoratively around her arms. Her hair fell to her waist in dark messy waves, the beads that had once held it together into twin buns now clung to the strands lifelessly. Yet, her hazel eyes were more alive than Leon had ever seen them before.
Sara Trantoul. His Sara.
Already, he could sense that his companions were gearing up for another fight, but he held his hand out, blocking their way. "No, please stand down. This is my dilemma."
"Damn right it is," Soma agreed, folding his arms and taking a seat next to Dracula to watch.
To this, Leon smiled and nodded reassuringly. Then, he turned his attention back to Sara, leaping off the balcony, and gliding down until he stood before her. "Sara, dearest…"
"I hate you, Leon…" Sara said, her venomous voice matching the smoldering look behind her eyes. Faster than Leon knew was possible, she smacked him across the face, the blow feeling ironically similar to the sting of a whip.
"I know." Leon made no attempt to retaliate. Instead, he looked into her eyes with the utmost sincerity and pity. "Yet, I still hope that you will find it somewhere in your heart to forgive me."
"Forgive you? Forgive you?" She growled, her fury again beginning to manifest itself around her. Leon feared for a moment that she would curse them all again, but soon it became clear that something entirely different was happening.
With an enraged cry, dark and twisted wings ripped through her back. The ebony wings appeared to match her temperament as she flew with lightning speed into her former betrothed, striking him to the ground. "Leon Belmont! You put me through agony! You put me through hell!"
"I'm sorry?" Leon attempted weakly. With demonic strength, she picked him up from the floor and whipped him across the coliseum.
Isaac silently commended her technique.
Shouting so that he would still be able to hear her, she approached him again. "For a thousand years I have tirelessly helped you and your descendants fight Dracula. For a thousand years I have watched you fuck more times than I can count!"
"I'm sorry…" the Belmont said again, not looking away as she struck him once more.
Her fury was indeed terrible, but she managed to quell it long enough to stare him down. "What do you have to say for yourself? Well, Leon Belmont?"
"I know that no words I may say could ever atone for what I have done to you, and for that, I truly am regretful," Leon said, choosing the words that were the truest and closest to his heart. "However, I wish to make this all up to you."
She laughed bitterly, "Oh? And do tell me how you could make up for years of torture?" Despite her words, she gasped, refusing to show just how startled she was as he took her hands in his.
"Sara, you mean everything to me," Leon said, his sincerity and honesty clear in his words. "Never again will I be unfaithful to you, for you are the only one I want by my side."
The dark winged angel's lips quivered as she thought about what would come next. "You… can't be serious… are you really…" Before she could say any more, Leon did it.
Leon lowered himself to one knee, kissing her hand and looking up expectantly into her eyes. "Sara Trantoul, if it pleases you to know, long have I loved you…"
"Oh no way… is he really...?" Soma groaned, but was quickly slapped by Joachim.
"Quiet! This is the good part!" the vampire hissed.
"It would be if it wasn't her," Dracula sighed with disgust and boredom. "Elizabetha always hated entertaining Sara."
"Because she's a total bitch?" Soma asked.
"Yes, but… actually, no…" the lord of the night responded thoughtfully. "Someday, perhaps, you'll see why."
"Ok, really, shut up!" Joachim vehemently whispered, smacking them both.
"…and that is why I will always love you," Leon finished, wishing more than anything that he could know what his beloved was thinking. "Sara Trantoul, will you marry me?"
In that one moment, a thousand years of ice seemed to melt off Sara's frozen soul. The dark wings hovering behind her began to fade to a tolerable stormy grey, and her eyes threatened to begin watering. "Leon Belmont… I fucking hate you… I hate you so much… and…"
"And?" Leon prompted hopefully.
"And… I'll hate you more if you even think of fucking cheating on me again you ass-tard!" She finished, a single tear spilling out of her left eye.
It took Leon a few moments to figure out what she meant, but when he did, he stood up and embraced her happily. "Oh Sara, I promise that I will always be true to you! I'll love you forever!"
Reluctantly, Sara tolerated his hug and pat him on the back.
Realizing that the show was over, the others descended from the high balcony, standing awkwardly around the couple a good distance away. "I hate to be rude, but I'll need your seal if I am to rebuild it into Castlevania," Dracula finally prodded.
Taking the opportunity to detach Leon from her, Sara walked up to the vampire lord. "Mathias, you really have looked better."
"It's Dracula now," he scowled. "And I have already been informed."
"I know, I just wanted to say it because you're a bitch to kill… and I know you hate it," she grinned, lifting her hand in the air. As if it knew its master was calling it, a small blue stone bearing the holy angelic engraving fell from the ceiling into her palm. With a curt nod, she thrust it into Dracula's hands. "My seal. Keep in mind, if you destroy it, I will only return to the whip."
"Duly noted," Dracula said, tucking the seal safely into the folds of his clothing. "Now, as all the bosses residing in Castlevania have been defeated, we would do well to leave before…"
Suddenly, a fierce rumbling, not unlike an earthquake, shook the room.
Soma punched Dracula. "Tell your castle to quit it!"
"It isn't me!" the lord of the night growled back.
"He's right," Alucard agreed, leading them to the doorway. "Now that the links binding the demons and angels to Castlevania have vanished, their magic power is no longer fueling the castle. We would do well to leave as quickly as possible."
And they did. Dracula managed to keep the castle from falling on top of them while they quickly double-jumped their way through the corridors. However, once they rushed past the gates and fled to the hill nearby, the inevitable happened.
From their hilltop perch, they watched Castlevania crumble and vanish from the horizon.
Silently, Dracula wept emo tears. Alucard patted him on the back.
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Chapter Trivia #12:
Leon uses several different magical attacks in this chapter; however, one of them is not actually in Castlevania: Lament of Innocence. Which of Leon's attacks is new to him?
Leon has a wide variety of attacks in Castlevania: Lament of Innocence; however, Hydro Storm is not one of them. The only Castlevania characters to use this attack are Richter in both Castlevania: Rondo of Blood and Castlevania: Symphony of the Night, and Jonathan and Charlotte in Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin.
Chapter Trivia #13:
In the course of this story, you may have noticed something different about Leon, Joachim, Soma, Alucard, Dracula, Isaac or perhaps another character. Which character is out of character? Review with your answer!