Wow.
For once, I am the first to post a fanfic on a site. *sniffs* oh happy day.
Well, this is rated PG-13 for:
Blood and Gore
Religeous References
Mild Cursing
This is based on the series of games, Castlevania.
Enjoy.
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Castlevania: Fading Hope
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Prologue: Another Unlucky Visitor
In all of history, a single structure, known as "Castlevania", has appeared in and out of existance.
A manifestation that appears in this world during man’s darkest hour, attracted by the souls of the lost.
It feeds on the torment and chaos, and tries to push man over the brink into maddness and destruction with the demons that reside within its halls.
It would have succeeded on the first attempt, if it had not for the Belmont family.
Every time this castle appeared, the Belmonts sent in their finest warrior.
This individual would wield the legendary whip and the holy weapons, the Cross, the Bible, and Holy Water.
This main weapon is known as the "Vampire Killer”, and it keeps its name well.
For this whip has been passed down through generations.
And each time it fulfills its duty, of defeating the owner of the castle, Dracula, 'Lord of Night'.
When the Belmont has completed its duty, and beat Castlevania's owner, the cursed structure fades back into darkness, never to be seen again until man starts causing death on its own.
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In a dark stone corridor filled with grime and decay, several bodies lay on the ground. The gray walls were plastered with crimson gore, and thick cobwebs. Big black-widows carried out their normal business in the hallway, not noticing the sight below them.
The blue flesh of the victims seemed to glow in the darkness, and their faces still showed a stupid groan. A few of the numerous corpses were severed top from bottom, and the rotting entrails from their torso littered the ground around them.
A hoarse wheezing noise came from the end of the corridor, and several thumping noises could be heard, echoing off the walls. The silent hallway then erupted into noise, and a man dressed in thin leather armor sped around the corner.
His arms were sliced in many places, secreting blood onto the worn leather. His legs showed signs of ragged bites, and in his hands, a short knife was held.
The man kept running down the corridor of bodies panting, not looking behind him. He was having trouble looking in front to be honest. His hair, matted with sweat and blood, created a black shroud over his eyes, making it hard to see.
“Stay away!” he screamed out of hysteria, as he heard a large stompping behind him. Then, from around the corner, an eight foot suit of bronze armor clanked into the pathway. In its large hand, a large sinister axe was poised. The creature growled, and followed the man at a speedy pace.
The man looked behind himself for a second, to see if the thing was still after him, but he tripped over the top half of a corpse.
“Gahhh!” He screamed, as he tumbled to the ground, throwing his arms out in front to stop from smacking his head on the hard stone. He hurried to stand up, but his hands kept slipping on the blood covered floor.
“Why, why, why?’ he questioned, as tears started clouding his vision even more. The smell of the putrid, rotten, almost sweet scented blood clogged his nose and distracted him further.
He finally got back on his feet and turned around, just in time to see the axe-man arcing his arm, and chucking the axe at his head. He ducked, and let the vicious piece of metal fly over him, whistling all the way.
He stood back up, and readied his dagger. The monster had lost his only weapon, and he now stood a chance. But a whistling noise made him turn back in the direction he was running a short while ago. He looked just in time to see the gleam of the axe coming back like a boomerang, and wedge itself into his back.
“Arghhh!” He shouted, falling to the ground. He had already lost too much blood, and the axe opened a good foot-long wound in his back. He felt no pain though. All he felt was a cold feeling as he went into shock.
“I am dying”, he thought, calmer than he had been the whole time. His eyes, which had once been glinting with terror, now seemed relaxed. He almost welcomed the sweet release that death provided from this hell. He reached with his ever-weakening hands into the shirt underneath the leather plates, and pulled out a rosary. He laid it in his fingers, and began to recite a prayer.
“Glory Be to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.” He took a look behind him and saw the large, open door from which he entered.
“As it was in the beginning.” The night sky was so inviting. He longed to be back with his family. He should have never gone to inspect this castle.
“Now and ever shall be.” A breeze washed in, bathing his nose that was smelling death, with a bout of fresh air. A simple act that refreshed him slightly. He continued.
“World without end.” Next to the door, a single corpse sat, the first thing that had attacked him when he entered this place. It had taken a single slash with his dagger to dispatch it. With a pause turned back around to see the eight-foot beast in front of him.
“Amen.” The monster reached down, creaking all the way, and pulled the axe out of his back.
“Gack!” he choked, as the axe wrenched his torso up. The blood started spilling faster. He looked up once more at the beast as it started to walk down the hall, he noticed a gleam on its hand as it turned. A small blue glow emanated around the axe handle, only visable for a moment as the tight grip of the creature cut it off when it turned completely around. He didn't have much time to think on the subject though.
He felt the darkness creeping into his vision, and he couldn’t breathe any longer. He kept reciting the prayers in his mind, until he felt himself leaving this world. the last thing to run through his mind, was also the first thought he had when he killed the zombie like thing at the entrance.
“This isn’t so bad…”
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Yeah, it is short, but it is only the prologue.
More to come.
