he had appeased his ancestors and achieved his goal. the prince of darkness had fallen, in a battle that would go down through the annals of history as the first battle dracula had ever lost. the betrayal of kin, the might of a hunter yearning to prove himself, the magic of a good witch and a noble thief’s combined efforts had led to the monster’s downfall. the castle had crumbled as they looked on, and peace settled over wallachia, for the time being.
having brought honor back to the belmont name, trevor believed he had fulfilled his prophesied role; the people once again believed in a need for hunters of darkness, and he had overseen the reconstruction of the family home from its former ashes.
but of course, peacetime was simply an illusion, as the hunter was soon to find.
a feeling tugged at his very gut one eve, and trevor slipped from the safety of the estate, to the nearby forest. a dark presence had arrived there, and the very shadows between the trees seemed to shift. his fingers clenched tightly around the vampire killer, the belmont came to a halt.
❝ i’m aware of your presence, but i know that’s what you wanted. vino afara, monstru. ❞