Author´s Note: This is a fic idea i had in mind for a while cuz i just created a character for a D&D campaign. The purpose of this fic is mainly for practice writing, so if you can give me some tips and constructive critics is appreciated. This fic is inspired by the castlevania series
The Venatores clan, a name etched in the annals of history, is a prestigious dynasty of supernatural hunters, with their origins tracing back to a time shrouded in the mists of 1000 B.C. The very first of these legendary hunters, Leon Venatores, laid the foundation for what would evolve into a formidable lineage of Monster hunters. Once a noble Knight in service to a long-forgotten aristocracy, Leon's valor became the bedrock upon which the clan's future was built.
A unique partnership thrived between the Venatores clan and the Catholic Church, a union forged in the crucible of shared purpose. The clan contributed its formidable members to the cause, while the Church, in return, supplied them with potent weapons and sacred spells. It was this alliance that bestowed upon the clan its most renowned possession, "The Morning Star" - a holy chain whip, an heirloom passed down from generation to generation, now held by the current clan heir. As time unfurled its tapestry, the Venatores clan transformed into a formidable and fearsome presence in the supernatural realm. Despite their human origins, they remained unwavering in their mission - the eradication of evil.
But, as often happens when a clan ascends to infamy and power, they inevitably draw the enmity of adversaries, especially in the moonlit world of the supernatural. The name "Venatores" struck fear and apprehension into the hearts of devils, vampires, fallen angels, and even yokai, each nursing a deep grudge against the Venatores lineage. Yet, the most grievous betrayal came from an unexpected quarter - the Church itself. When the Venatores clan proved too uncontrollable, the Church withdrew its support, leaving the clan vulnerable. Deprived of their backing, the Venatores began to weaken, their members falling one by one to various factions.
However, this was just the beginning of their trials. The pivotal turning point was the inferno that razed the Venatores stronghold to ashes, ignited by rogue members of supernatural factions. All that remained of their once-mighty fortress was the clan's emblem, etched in stone. In the wake of that devastating night, only a scant few Venatores survived, and the burden of carrying on the fight against evil now rested solely upon the shoulders of the clan's heir.
For four centuries, the supernatural leaders grappled with the realization that the Venatores clan's destruction had been an unforgivable tragedy born of fear and manipulation. Even though not all factions concurred, the heavenly faction acknowledged the Church's ill-advised decision, which had been motivated by baseless fears. During this time, the Venatores were widely considered extinct, a once-proud clan reduced to a tragic memory.
Yet, the Venatores were not only renowned for their prowess as supernatural hunters but also for their mastery of magic - an aspect less known but equally potent. For a century, various Venatores heirs continued their sacred mission of vanquishing evil and dispensing justice, while remaining hidden from the moonlit world. That was until Victor Venatores, the present heir to the clan, took up the mantle of his forebears.
Victor Venatores had shouldered the mantle of clan heir for three decades, a weighty responsibility he had inherited when his beloved teacher and father breathed his last. From the earliest days of his youth, Victor had been captivated by the tales and legends surrounding the once-mighty Venatores clan, a lineage of renowned warriors and sorcerers. He harbored a fervent wish for the restoration of the Venatores clan, a dream that stirred his very soul. Guided by the wisdom imparted by his father, Victor honed his skills and emerged as a formidable adversary against the supernatural forces that sought to mar his vision and violate his sacred duty.
When his father's time came to an end, he passed on the treasured family heirloom, the Morning Star, to his heir, Victor. For years thereafter, Victor diligently pursued his mission, relentlessly hunting and vanquishing any malevolent beings that threatened the lives of innocents. However, fate would soon take a darker turn.
A few years later, Victor Venatores fell grievously ill, or to be more precise, he was cursed. The curse stemmed from a calamity strikingly reminiscent of his own clan's tragic history—a great conflagration that devoured an entire town. As Victor closed in on a devilish necromancer, the malefactor resorted to igniting a raging inferno in a desperate bid to escape the wrath of the Venatores and their Morning Star. Alas, the necromancer's efforts were in vain. Before he drew his final breath, the necromancer cursed Victor to slowly deteriorate in health.
In the aftermath of the inferno, Victor scoured the charred landscape in search of survivors, but despair washed over him as his quest yielded no signs of life. Regret and sorrow became his constant companions, for he believed that perhaps he could have prevented this tragedy. It was then, amidst the smoldering ruins, that a faint cry for help pierced the heavy silence. Victor, heart pounding with hope, followed the fragile sound and uncovered a young boy buried beneath layers of ash and dirt. The child bore a grievous, bleeding scar between his eyes, an injury that refused to cease its crimson flow.
A surge of relief coursed through Victor as he realized he had found at least one survivor amidst the ashes. With haste, he whisked the boy to safety and administered life-saving care. When the lad eventually awoke, his memories were a blurred tapestry—vague recollections of family, the fire's onset, and his name, which he whispered as "Morgan."
Overwhelmed by empathy and the weight of his own grief, Victor extended an offer to the boy—a chance to travel alongside him. Morgan, confronted with the harsh reality that his former life had been incinerated, accepted the offer, his throat constricting with emotion. Thus, the duo embarked on a journey together, guided by Victor's revelation of their supernatural origins. Although Morgan was human, Victor assured him that he was the last living descendant of the illustrious Venatores clan. With unwavering devotion, Victor regaled Morgan with the heroic tales that had once stirred his own heart—the sagas of the proud and mighty Venatores Hunters. Under Victor's tutelage, Morgan honed his skills and learned to fight and survive in a world where humanity, despite its potential, remained at the bottom of the supernatural hierarchy.
For a time, life was kind to the pair, and the years flowed by uneventfully. Yet, when Morgan reached the tender age of fifteen, tragedy struck once more. Despite their best efforts to remain hidden from the supernatural realm, they were not infallible. Word reached a group of vampires who learned of the last living Venatores descendant, and they were determined to extinguish the Venatores clan once and for all.
In the face of impending doom, Victor knew that this night would be his last. His health had deteriorated and now he was weak. In a poignant and tearful moment, he entrusted the Morning Star to Morgan, who could only gaze at him with wide, brimming eyes. With his final breath, Victor whispered to the boy, "You are now the last of the Venatores; carry the name with pride."
Thus, the story of Morgan Venatores began.