Heart of Fire

❝ All is Vanity ❞ • —NOSTRADAMUS' HERO • Indie RP blog for Castlevania's Julius Belmont

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toccata-la-noctis.

Joan had been tense ever since they entered the church. Not because she felt like she was gonna be set on fire, but rather she rarely had good experiences with its members. Notably, she had a habit of punching certain priests if they happened to interfere with her work as a hunter.

Thus, she couldn’t help but feel unease when they passed a priest inside the church. He didn’t seem familiar to her, but Joan didn’t like the way his eyes were. She planned to leave as soon as she found that damn watch.

However, when the priest addressed her guide as ‘Belmont’, Joan felt as if she walked into a stone wall.

This old man was part of House Belmont? 

The young woman crossed her arms over her chest. Well, that explained why he insisted bring her here himself. He must have gotten suspicious after her mistake.

Joan closed her eyes for a second. She kept quiet, refusing to question him about his name. That would only draw more attention.

When they entered the gardens, Joan finally spoke. “Do you recall where you might have seen my watch?” 

“If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have led you here.” Julius’ tone of voice contrasted his word choice. He was mellow.

He never did stop to listen when she did speak. The old hunter made his way to the sculptured bushes, picking out the one that resembled a dove or some sort of slim bird.  Crouching over and sticking his hand into the lower side of the bush, Julius pulled the fobwatch out by the chain and stood up. While plucking out the leaves and twigs, he turned to Joan. 

“Here.” Lightly he tossed the watch over to her. “Escorting you out won’t be necessary now...unless you’re too tense?”

[antigonick]

O my enemy. Do I terrify?—

Sylvia Plath, excerpt of Lady Lazarus (via antigonick)

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toccata-la-noctis.

Shit.

Joan rubbed the back of her neck. This old man was unusual, too keen for a regular human. It was possible he was another hunter. If so, then she needed to be careful.

There were several kinds of hunters, varying throughout the eras that she’d travel. He seemed human enough. But that didn’t make him any less dangerous if he was a threat.

She reluctantly followed. Joan didn’t bother coming up with any excuse to drive him off. Not since he was already leading her towards the church. 

“You’re very kind to strangers.” She mused.

“You give me too much credit.” He responded to her musing briefly whilst glancing over his shoulder and back. 

Julius made thoughtful turns recalling the path to the church gardens. He sincerely thought she was giving him too much credit; although his gesture may have been considered kind. The church they were in was particularly high maintenance.                  It was the kind of church that was more attuned and aware of the supernatural. It was not ordinary. 

If Julius’ suspicions were correct, the girl would’ve been picked out and well, even if she was able to handle herself, trouble and inquiry would explode knowing how some of the church members were. Not that Julius would be directly involved, but...what a hassle. He was there so he might as well.

Upon nearing a corridor’s turning point, a priest clothed in black was strolling by. His eyes fixated apathetically on the girl, without emotion and yet it managed to have something that would be deemed unsettling. However, the priest turned his head to Julius giving a nod of welcoming before uttering:             “Belmont.”

Julius nodded in response to be courtesy before quickly redirecting his gazes back towards the now sunlit corridors. The gardens were ahead.

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✞ —  Julius smiling in return was a rarity, one that Soma would surely keep a mind for a while.  He felt grateful to see the old Belmont again.  After what seemed to be months apart, the white-haired youth with his studies and Julius Belmont with…  well, was he still training that apprentice of his ?  Soma wasn’t entirely sure anymore, but he kept the thought ready in case he wanted to bring it up later.

❝ I’m just glad to see you, Old Man.  It’s been a while, you know. ❞

As if on cue, Julius bashfully (but subtly) wiped his hand along his mouth and chin to play off the smile that had blossomed lightly. There was no regret in smiling, rather instead there was this sense of timidness to be caught on doing something he rarely did. 

But he eased,

“It been a while indeed...” He murmured rather gently, but audible enough. Both were about their own lives. Soma was a student and Julius himself, while keeping to the profession, had taken on an apprentice named Curtis Lang. “I trust you’ve been well, correct?”

Julius felt a little silly at asking such a question. Of course, he’s been well (the old man hoped). Casual talk tended to be hard nowadays.

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toccata-la-noctis.

Joan froze, her black eyes briefly widen as she realized what she had given him. The huntress was almost tempted to swear because of her mistake. Clearing her throat, Joan tried to shrug it off in a manner that one of her uncles might have been proud of.

“Outdated BUT perhaps extremely valuable.” Joan almost winced, knowing that wasn’t going to help her case. Usually, if not caught off her guard as badly as she currently was, she could weasel her way out of situations like this.

Where was a vampire or other creature of the night when one needed a distraction.

The redhead sighed. “Just…keep it if you want. A token of gratitude from me. I really need to go find my watch now.”

A vampire hunter like Julius would always be vigilant and calculating, even in the tiniest of details from head to toe. Icy irises were glued to the girl, finding the subtle situation all the more intriguing. Her frozen stature gave off the hint that something was not quite right. 

Fortunately he felt no malevolence, but curiosity in this day and age piqued at the old man’s interests. 

“...” His lips twitched briefly in minor amusement. Clearly his expression gave her the hint he simply did not buy her explanation as she predicted. 

“...it’ll be easier on you if I lead you to it. The less suspicion, the easier, the quicker.” Without waiting answer from her, Julius turned on his heel and started for the church doors. Upon opening it, he eyed her from over his shoulder expecting her to follow.

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His face was usually apathetic and stoic, even somewhat intimidating albeit it was not always his intention. It was all but his ‘resting face’. A smile rarely crossed his face, but upon spotting the white-haired youth’s smile, Julius couldn’t help but return the beam as it was contagious. 

“Someone appears to be in a good mood.”

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toccata-la-noctis.

“Only if that damn watch isn’t there,” Joan replied as lightheartedly as she could. She kept her voice free of the panic that she felt. The young huntress shifted her weight. It was best that she hurried to search the church’s yard.

“Thanks for your trouble.” Before Joan could refrain, she picked a coin from her pocket and tossed it over to the man. It was old and worn, from her homeland of her proper era. 

It was only appropriate for him to catch the coin. And it was only appropriate for him to stare down at it skeptic. 

“...”  Slowly he turned the coin with his index and middle fingers. It was old and worn alright. Julius Belmont brought up his gazes to the young woman, calmly speaking: 

“Unless my hobby is collecting antique coins,” Julius held the coin up, “This tip is currency real outdated in 2037.”

[theclassicsreader]

those who escape hell, however, never talk about it & nothing much bothers them after that.

Charles Bukowski, from “Lost” (via theclassicsreader)

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“Did you say the church?”

Joan believed she heard the man correctly. Of course, it made sense that the accursed thing would likely be there. The church was a few centuries old, making it a perfect anchor to ensure a safer journey through time. Hopefully, it would still be there. She didn’t want to risk stealing the watch back if someone else got a hold of it.

She was on the watch list of the time-travelers because of the last close call.

“No need to repeat myself.” Julius shrugged, yet politely smiled as he was careful to not be rather standoffish. 

He found it odd still. To have a pocket-watch at this day and age. Smartphones were the norm and pocket watches were relics of the past only held as expensive antiques for collector fanatics.  “Surely that is no problem now is it?” He inquired. His lips curled into a harmless, small smirk. 

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"Have you've seen a pocketwatch around here?" ~ toccata-la-noctis

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“Excuse me?”           Julius did not think he had heard that right. “Pocketwatch?”

The vampire hunter did not think someone still owned one nowadays. People relied on their cell phones for the time so to be asked about the pocket watch seemed to be right out of the blue. 

Though he did pause to think for a moment. With a low hum and murmur, “Come to think of it, I believe I saw something resembling one out in the church’s courtyard? Soil patches where those animal plant sculptures are.” 

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Welp I had an interesting discussion with @toyboxrondo and @guiltless-interests about how Julius needs more love and how I really am not bothered by Nudity so BAM! Your welcome Castlevania Fandom!

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Julius Belmont!!!

I love this character, and really hope someday we could get his game, the one in that he defeat Dracula Forever.. but as Konami only care for Pachinkos i think i could only dream u.u

[trigerheart]

   Between all those little provocations and games, something else called the Hunter attention fully. Not the other’s age (50′s, alright), or his weird cloths, but the mention of a mysterious profession. One thing came in mind immediately, but Dante discarded that idea before it consumed his mind with images of unspoken doom. Nope, not gonna think about that old man working in some porno industry, for the love of Jesus.

   Couldn’t be that, right?!

   “Not many things can surprise me, Julius, and I’m including your so called profession and nicknames in that list.” Julius was an okay name, an alright name. Easy to remember, leastwise. Dante caressed his chin, sharp humor hadn’t abandoned his expression yet. What were the rules against oversharing information about himself with a stranger, again?

   “… Tell you what: what you do, and you didn’t tell me, caught some of my interest. Doubt it has anything to do with my line of work, but.”

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That sneaking suspicion crawl back up his mind. Julius’ lips parted, his tilted to the side with a squint at the other. A fine, brown brow arched inquisitively. Dante sounded as if he was suspecting some whole different person, He took towards his identity ( not fully given yet ) with disbelief. Julius held both his hands for a time out.

“Pardon the detour,” He paused giving a look, “But I have the feeling that there is some sort of misunderstanding. ‘So-called’? Are you under suspicion of something? If so...                     ...I prefer you don’t beat around the bush.”

[trigerheart]

   “If you have memories from before that, congratulations! I really underrated your old age, man, makes me wonder what’s your secret to still look like a living being. The clothes gotta go, tho.” That newest found grandpa imitated his pose, folding arms and all. Dante wasn’t a blind asshole, just an asshole, and that smile could’ve ticked him off… But nah, it just enlarged the Hunter’s smirk as well.

   Dude could be a mummy, but at least had some sense of humor.

   “And by peculiar you mean special, I know. But I don’t enjoy being called names all the time like that, only sweet girls have this comfort with me.” Asshole, told ya.

   “Name’s Dante. You can use that one.”

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Julius batted his eyelashes incredulous of what the boy was trying to say. He was so determined at poking at his age so much. There was a hunch in his gut telling him that something else is entirely being hinted as if Julius should know. Odd. “You’d be surprised what my profession does to help keep a man in his 50′s in top shape.” And it could be his divine bloodline; Belmonts were humans, but not ordinary. “Passionate about my age, aren’t you? The clothes are staying, by the way.” 

“Pup only enjoys sweet girls pampering him. You’ll tell me your sense of humor reels them in?”  Now he learned his name. Dante was a lovely name; the first thing that popped up in Julius’ mind was the Poet. Though this Dante didn’t seem poetic at all.  “You can call me Julius then, Dante.”

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   “Towers, eh. Don’t really know the hell your old ass is talking about, but seeing a young person again probably triggered memories you have from three decades ago.” It seemed like that nameless count Dracula was pretty chill, accepting his provocation with no intention to fight back… It was rare to find a person of age willing to fall for his provocations, what could Dante do.

   Small pout pressed his lips, blue eyes narrowed slightly. The Hunter shrugged after those little words, already showing he didn’t have much patience to keep talking forever about the other’s virtues (weirdnesses). “That’s what beginning means, old man, c’mon. The rest you’ve heard already, I won’t waste more time listing what I see in you. If my opinion matters that much, then we keep going.”

   He did start all that shit without expecting the count to indulge his babbling. Nice.

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“Three decades ago?” Julius wasn’t insulted in anyway; just awfully amused. He could feel his chest tighten with the urge to release a laugh or two.           “I expected a more creative jab at my age, pup. Exaggerating it tickled my humor so I suppose your attempt isn’t all in vain.”

The vampire hunter folded his arms, smile growing a tad more. Interested in what else the silver haired youth had to say, but a part of him wondered if his reactions were dull. The young man’s pout didn’t go unnoticed.

“It really doesn’t matter; I only want to be entertained in all sincerity. You’re a peculiar one.”