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.

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..."

*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.

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.