@bloodsymphony | FALSE BLOODLINES
☩ | 14XX AD, WALLACHIA. An unnatural fog filled the final room, barely gave sight to the silhouette of the vampire lord whose red eyes scrutinized his ‘guest’. All knowledge he required exposed itself in that emblem woven in gold, a crest he had expected to vanish under the avalanche of history after so long. Still, it wasn’t the battle of destiny he had been looking for.
Unbeknownst to either party, this hunter’s arrival in his castle was certainly no more than a whim of the Navigators who had likely snatched him in passing in another place (another world) and transported him across dimensions to the bowels of this Castlevania. Heaving himself from his throne, he made away with the obstructing mist. The Dragon’s low voice was ominous but not without a twisted hint of joy at encountering his prey again.
“BELMONT... HAS THE BROTHERHOOD SENT YOU HERE TO YOUR DEATH? YOUR ANCESTORS SHOULD HAVE WARNED YOU OF THE FUTILITY OF THIS QUEST. YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN THOSE WHO WALKED BEFORE YOU WHO FAILED TO KILL ME. ”