Hey, Hector, At the beginning(okay, maybe not the beginning.) At The Garibaldi Temple, did it scare you when Trevor just came abruptly out of nowhere and asked if you were the Devil Forgemaster?
A wry smile steals onto his face. “Scare is too strong a word. Though, I confess he did surprise me. I had heard many tales of the Belmont clan, but had never met one until then. Our introduction was not as…peaceful as I would have liked, but given my own reputation, I cannot blame him for attacking me.”
Though he’ll never admit it, Trevor’s appearance had frightened him. A Devil Forgemaster he was, but one sorely out of practice at the time, while Trevor had defeated Dracula and seemed in top form. Hector feared not for his life, but for the loss of his revenge. For proving Isaac right. That he was too weak, had grown too soft, to stop him.
And that, in his mind, was a fate far worse than death.
