#sonofbelmont

[huntsfirst]

sonofbelmont replied to your post: He's quiet for a moment. Looking at the spikes...

“And what would you say it brings, Leon?” The image distorts back to the mirror dimension. “….what did it sow in you?”

        “ you and i both know what it did for me. ”

     the ghostly belmont watches the mirror shimmer back to solid silver before he waves a hand above them. at the hold. at the ruined keep above. at the castle waiting in the front yard.

     he thinks of himself: armor and sword alight, wings blazing like the sun behind him. an avenging angel.

         “ need we discuss this again? ”

[nekroculler]

sonofbelmont replied to your post: "So where the fuck does your magic come from,...

“Never heard of that kind of power before. To summon celestials, fey, fiends….how could a power like that come from only one place?”

He stops and thinks for a long moment. An actual answer comes to mind.

“Do you remember how I described summoning celestials in the first place or how I was able to forge with Abel’s soul? I had to ask. With fiends, I just took and over powered them. I think its just the different approach to summoning what you want. Or something like that. Maybe celestials, fey, and fiends just like the smell of a devil forge master.”

[speaker-sypha]

// @sonofbelmont​ :  Hes quiet. "Okay. We....will go back. And see if he needs us anymore."

“I hope he’s okay. We... shouldn’t have left. Not so quickly. Or, not for so long.” She looks hard at the wall of the inn they’ve stopped at, several days ride from Lindenberg. She hoped for his sake he didn’t need them- that he’d coped better than them, that he was healing. She hoped, more selfishly, that he was okay, because then maybe she’d feel less bad for leaving. Cowardly, and untrue. She’d still feel bad. 

An even more selfish part of her hoped that, no matter what state they found him in, he’d want them to stay, at least for a little while. 

She missed him. 

[finalsorrow]

   “W-what--?”

[awiishingstar]

@sonofbelmont: con

Five years ago, he’d stared into the eyes of the boy he’d raised and a cold hunter had stared back. Now...his son was home. 

“You know, I’ve been told that, once or twice.” He laughed, crossing the distance between them and hugging the other tight. 

“Look how big you’ve gotten!” 

[familyashes]

@sonofbelmont

“Hah-... Better team than we are... enemies.”

[alonelycastle]

@speaker-sypha​, (and if present, @sonofbelmont​)

“Sypha- Sypha?”

He called through the library shelving, past his father’s (mostly) repaired instruments.

“Sypha- I’ve found our answers. I need your insight.”

[dominatie]

@sonofbelmont

“So... you’re Trevor Belmont?” Soma blinked at the other warily, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He’d heard a lot from Julius about his predecessor--the one who’d defeated Dracula for the first time. 

So, forgive him if he felt a little uneasy around him.