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The fabled castle of the Lord of Darkness, Dracula, has been sealed away for a long time now. SO long in fact, that it seemed as though it would stay that way for the rest of eternity. A certain Dhampir, Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes *better known as Alucard, knows enough to not believe such a ridiculous notion.
Sure enough, the peace was shattered and darkness once more covered an area of the land. The castle had returned, along with the horrors inside it. However, Dracula for once is not COMPLETELY behind it's rising once again and there are all new demons inside. Even Death himself is acting of his own will, for the time being anyways...
A new member of the Belmont family______heads to the castle to put an end to the chaos, alongside a group of new allies. Outside he *or she, peoples choice* meets Alucard who assist the group in finding and fighting whoever it is behind Castlevania rising once again.The CharactersThe good
Ross Belmont - Taken
Oc 3THE BAD The group behind it all *Will be named later*
Percivel- Known to his group only as the Angel Of Darkness, he is believed to have gained some dark power during the course of his life and it transformed him into...well, a being of darkness. While he occasionally CAN show the smallest hint of humanity, he has become a overall cruel being. He prefers spending his time out of sight...
___________ - Second in charge of the group, and the figurehead. This person gives the orders to those lower down though he/she is not really in charge. The bio is up to whoever...
__________ - Another notable member of the group.SKELLY !!!
Species: *Alucard is the only Dhamipr, if good should be human*
Alliance : *good or bad*
Rank in group: *if bad*
Weapon: *Only the Belmont can have Vampire Killer*
Favorite Sub-weapon: Known or can be specialized*
Alias: The Angel of Darkness
Species: Once was human, now is something unknown* believed to be part feather demon though that is just speculation*
Alliance: Bad, though acts on his own many times
Rank in group: Leader/lone wolf *so to speak*
Weapon: ShadowFang, a scythe embedded with darkness
Favorite sub-weapon: unknown, his scythe is usually enough
Powers: Flight, melding into shadows, and razor-sharp feathers on his wings *much like a feather demon*
Name: Ross Belmont
Alias: Little Hunter
Weapon: Battle Axe, Vampire Killer
Favorite sub-weapon: Cross
Powers: Like his Ancestor Richter he can weapon crash. He is faster and stronger then then average man due to his Belmont Blood.
Name: Adrien Fahrenheit Tepes
Alliance : Good
Rank in group: N/A
Weapon: Alucard Sword
Favorite Sub-weapon: Axe
Powers: Wolf/Mist/Bat shapeshift
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Percivel just chuckled darkly. "Do not underestimate me. I saw that last battle, and without your precious whip at full power you don't stand a chance in hell against me...let alone the Lord of Darkness himself. In fact, you may well wind up just as Richter once was, except under Dracula's control..." 'Or mine...' "That, or ever person you ever cared about will wind up as a vampire...or dead. But hey, if you want to die so young or lose everything, who am I to stop you..." He laughed evilly at that last statement and , deciding that he'd wasted enough time that he could well be using to resurrect said count, disappeared back into the darkness. He had an idea, a DARK idea, and it would take a bit to lure a certain monster to the location he was going to set the trap up in.
Ross pushed the door opened and stepped into a rather large room and looked around before noticing the man who stood in the center "I have to say, I wasn't expecting a BRAT to be the first to venture to his doom..." he said in a way that made Ross angry. "Hey age dosnt matter when it comes to the belmonts. You forget about Richter? he was sixteen when he defeated Death, the dark sorcerer shaft, and killed dracula single handedly." he pointed his thumb at his chest. "Im a pure blooded belmont who has been itchin for a chance to kick draculas pointy teeth in my whole life and now i have the chance" he shrugged and smiled "Now why dont you do yourself a favor and get out of my war path. no reason everyone here has to die. once i kill the count you can go back to whatever abyss that his tower resides in"
Percivel shook his head a bit, both agitated at how easily his clumsy minions were defeated while a little grateful he was melted into the shadows during that last attack. He couldn't afford such a MINOR injury at the moment. Smirking a bit, he darted into the next room before the hunter could and reformed into a solid being once again. The room was big enough that he could easily spread his wings to their full extent, though he had no reason to at the moment. 'That poor fool has no idea the mess that will soon occur. He shall be the first to feel the full power of darkness.'
He remained quiet until the other entered the room, though there was a huge smirk on his features. "I have to say, I wasn't expecting a BRAT to be the first to venture to his doom..." Translation: "Why the hell couldn't there have been an OLDER Belmont at this time, someone that's an actual challenge..."
The creatures that fell over each other and got hit with razor feathers tipped him off that there were wing demons here and he immediately looked up and jumped to the side just as a volley of razor feathers shot at where he was standing. he wasnt fast enough and one cut him across the cheek and he grimaced at the sting of pain that came with the cut. He grabbed one of the cross weapons he had and launched it in the direction the feathers were shot from then charged the human/demon creatures the moment the cross left his hands. a grin of determination stuck on his face. he had been here five minutes and he had had more fun then his entire life. Once this battle was done he knew he would have to focus and get serious because the castle was a very dangeous and deadly palce but for now, he was enjoying himself.
as he reached the halfbreeds one took a swing at him. he ducked underneath the punch and countered with a hard uppercut to the bottom of the jaw sending him stumbling back. without missing a beat he spun and drove his axe into the ribs of the one to his right but accidently drove it in too deep and it got stuck so he let go and pulled out a dagger he had in his boot. he backed up a few steps and got into a defensive poition. when the next halfbreed attacked he rolled underneath him betwen the legs then popped up and deliverd two swift stabs to the kidneys as he turned aound hed was hit hard in the face and he fell backwards. instead of getting up he threw his dagger into the throat of the one that got him. he got to one knee as he was getting up when he was hit with three feathers in the back. he finished rising to his feet and looked at the two halfbreeds infront of his and the wing demons not too far behind him then they all swooped in to attack at once.
Ross yelled out in rage and floated about a foot off the ground as a large pillar of light surronded him and then four massive crosses spun around him destroying the halfbreeds and the wind demons as well as blowing out every window in the entry way. he dropped to his knees after it was done and all that could be heared was the sounds of rain from outside and his heavy breathing. he pulled out feathers out of his back then went and retreived his axe. "I was hoping not to have to pull that one out until later...." he took a deep breath to steady himself then headed to the door the halfbreeds came out of
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*Crash* *Bang* *Crack* Noises filled the castle halls as the five subordinates, completely unaware of their leaders presence, made their way down to the first floor. They had been at some stairs leading down when the last one tripped over his cloak and brought the others tumbling down the stairs with him. 'Oh. My. Evilness ! I'm surrounded by complete idiots who can't even walk down some stairs without tripping over their own gigantic feet !' Percivel shook his head and sighed quietly enough not to be heard by any as he continued down the stairway and went ahead of the peons, who were still trying to untangle themselves anyways. If he had a sense of humor, he probably would have laughed at their stupidity.
He happened to reach the end of the entryway to see the end of the battle between the demon and rather young vampire hunter. 'So, he wants some stronger enemies hmm ? Very well, there's ONE type of demon here that will obey me...' He perched upon a high beam, appearing as only a blacker silhouette in the darkness, and focused on summoning some Feather Demons from the upper levels of the castle. Go figure that would be the EXACT moment that his underlings tumble into the room, ironically or perhaps even comically losing their cloaks in the process to reveal faces similar to what a human and demon mix might look like. 'You have GOT to be kidding me ! They have the absolute WORST timing I have seen in my life !!! Percivel just shook his head and watched as they clambered to their feet, tripping over each other in the process and screaming in pain as they got razor-like feathers in the butt from "nowhere", as it would seem to them.
Ross finally approached the front doors to the Castle and he went to push them open when....nothing happened. he pushed again harder but they still didnt budge. he took step back and took a few deep breaths then kicked as hard as he could and it budged slightly. then he smashed his shoulder into and began to push as hard as he could once more. slowly the door creaked open. he pushed for almost a minute until the door was open wide before leting go of the door and walking into the entry way. moments later the door slip shut and he could almost swear he heard a locking noise. Ross didnt care though, infact he smiled. knowing there was no retreat would just make him fight all that much harder to make sure he destroyed the castle. Score one to Ross.
He took a few steps in when suddenly he fealt the presance of evil. a group of zombies rose from the floor and came towards him. Without hesitation he drew his axe and cut down one in a single fluid movement before attacking the others. it took mere seconds for them to go down but more and more kept riseing he faught his way to the middle of the entry way when zombies stopped coming. he looked around cautiously and tighened his grip on his axe. moments later he felt slight movement under his feet so he jump backwards right as a demon erupted from the floor he was just standing on.
The demon launched a few fireballs at ross and it was taking all of his speed and reflexes to not get when finally he got an idea. he grabbed the vampire killer with his left hand at swung it at the demon. it wrapped around its forearm and when it did ross pulled him forward as hard as he could then cleaved it in the neck once it got close. Ross pulled his ace out of the demon then kicked it over and laughed. "Is this the best you got. I havent even broke a sweat yet!"
Percivel stood in the highest room in the castle, looking out a stained window and a slight smirk barely visible on his face in the pitch black darkness of said room. About five of his followers, the only ones to have survived the trip up to the room, stood a bit back and awaited their orders while catching their breath. 'So, a hunter dares to invade THIS castle and come after ME ? He won't make it far enough to even GLIMPSE my power...'
A few moments later he quickly turned on his heel and walked towards his underlings, stopping a few feet in front of them. Of course a few of them coward before him, their powers nothing compared to the swift yet painful death he could easily deal at the slightest whim. "It seems we have an uninvited guest. Go deal with it." Though the five were reluctant to once more trek through the accursed halls, even without Dracula around, they all saluted and left without a word. Obviously, and rightfully so, they feared death by their master far more than by the hand of Death himself. 'Speaking of which, I really SHOULD try to find out how Dracula controlled him before I have to deal with the issue myself...'
Silently Percivel paced about the room for a few moments before sighing quietly. 'As much as they annoy me, and I don't give a damn about them, I'd better follow to make sure they don't die TOO soon. After all, I wouldn't have anyone to immediately test my new torture techniques on.' He chuckled darkly at his thoughts and walked forward, a jet black glow starting to form on his wind before veiling his body as he seemed to melt into the shadows. Perhaps glow is the wrong word, as the effect was more similar to a void of darkness or a black hole. Silently the darker than black shadow moved along the walls and the ceiling, following his subordinates down the long halls as they dodged a whole variety of demons and monsters on their way to the lowest floor.
Ross Belmont was an unfortunate Belmont. He started his trained at a young age like all other boys in his family did. He learned how to fight, to hunt, and to kill. Ross knew how to destroy zombies, werewolves, even vampires! now this isnt why he was he was unfortunate. There was nothing to hunt. Other then training he had nothing to show for being a Belmont. And he wasnt going to either. Ever since the last time Dracula had been defeated and sealed away there hasnt been a Belmont hunter in anything more then title. It seemed like Dracula was gone for good this time and the Belmonts were the last people that remembered him and his evil ways.
The next night Ross' eyes shot open. His blood was boiling and he could almost feel the Vampire Killer screaming out to him. He threw on a loose fitting shirt and shoes then strapped on his leather boots and shoulder pads then lastly slipped on his gloves and his bandanna. Ross knew that Castlevania had just stirred even though he had never felt this feeling before. The Blood of Simon, Trevor, Richter....was screaming to go kill the monsters and slay the beast, Dracula, himself. Grabbing his whip and his Axe he headed off to where he felt the Castle was.
It was a two daytrip but eventually he made it to the Castle and after getting off his horse and smacking it so it would run away from the castle he approached it. He stopped right at the drawbridge and took the axe out of its holder and squeezed the handle as he stared intently at the Castle. he said a silent prayer then began to walk across the drawbridge towards the evil castle
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