Castlevania Darkness Never Dies3

Disclaimer: I do not own any part in Castlevania, neither characters nor games. These are trademark of Konami and Nintendo.

Part 1: Curse of Blood.

“”And many false prophets shall come forth and lead astray.””

Mathew: 24. 11.

Intro 2: Dark message.

The chapel, Brahms mansion. The 4^th. Of December 2098 A.D.

The sun was low in the sky. “It hadbegun.” Victoria Brahms was the mistress of the house. “What began with blood.” They gathered for this event. “Shall end in blood.” She prepared for a century. “Lit the blue fire.” Laura bound him to the alter. “Create the circle.” The servants chanted. “Let the blood of the Cock grant the circle life.” This was their moment. “The Cock’s blood grants the circle life.” She basked in the glory of the eternal night. “Deliver the ointment.” The rite reached climax. Mae Lin moaned withecstasy. His blood got stained upon the floor. This was the sacrifice. A beam struck from above.

The angel of Death appeared flouting in the air. “I shall test thy power.” The grim reaper beheld the fateful. “ The order of Shadow.” They had not lost faith in the memory of count Dracula. “So, it shall be like this.” He breathed. “The rest of the way.” His voice caused the echoes of Darkness. “ Thee have united.” Death felt their craving. They wished for the Dark Lord to return. “My angel!” The female vampire approached. “We look to you for guidance.” The grim reaper kept above the alter. “ Complete the circle.” Death flickered. He had not obtained enough power to remain outside the castle. That was only for a time. “ Thou arth to kill the Belmont clan.” The candidates fought for his power. “You have to prepare for the return of Vlad Tepes.” Death then embraced her within his skeletal arms. “Thy is thee.” He bestowed upon her with the power of the prince of Darkness. “ Thou shall remain forever.” The angel released her. The boyar fell to her knees. “He is the Dark Lord!” She proclaimed. “ I shall lead thee and prepare for his return.” Death struck with the scythe. “There arth a great task to begin.” No one ever escaped from him. “The castle has returned.” They rejoiced by the statement. “Thou must enforce the spirits.” The grim reaper had to find the chosen one.

They could not be defeated. He watched from the shadows. The boy was still alive. This was a very special sacrifice. The Dark Lord would triumph in time. He would turn the world into his habitat. She would not escape. He would show her. He would show them all. The girl had no choice but to submit. If not to him, then to another of his kind. The boy might be useful. He approached the alter. The victim lay prone . “Even thee.” The grim reaper kept the gaze. He almost forgot. “My angel.” He bowed. “Thou shall serve his power.” That was so true.

Forest of Jova, Warakiya. The 4^th. Of December 2098 A.D.

The merchant beheld his contract. There was a very long time since someone last requested his services. The death of millions was of course an excellent business opportunity. Several hands reached for the contract. The salesman hoped they might cherish his offering. He would grant a nice fear. One which nobody may resist. He put the sheet of paper into the briefcase. Both gold and souls where on the table. They would have to agree. They had nochoice. The merchantgot summoned. He felt it. The salesman vanished in a cloud of mist.

The fire couldn’t heat the night. Though he became a renegade because of the ice, Samuel got disappointed. He never expected this turn of events. The henchmen offered them shelter. That was a mistake. George was right. He never should have made this barging. Samuel exhaled. He had seen it. The dead walked the streets at night. They had taken over. “The little miss is up to no good.” Samuel was certain about it. Whatever it might be, it would be a mean prank. He made a grimace. Samuel would be ready in case she tried something funny.

The air got disturbed. The poltergeist king stepped out upon the clearing. This was his destination. He went far into the future to might reach this place. Though not much seemed to have changed. St. Germain had come to visit the final battle between Dracula and the humans. Though he never found it, at least not yet. There was something about this place,about the time. The horn-playing druid would wait and see. He would reveal what was hidden. At least he could do as much. Zead had not caught up with him yet. He might still wander unscaved.

(A.N: The intro is short. That is the point. I wished to give a swift presentation of some of the supporting cast for the second quest. The story begins. Have a nice time.)