Castlevania: Dracula's Laments
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Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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3,598
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3
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Castlevania: Dracula's Laments
Castlevania: Dracula's Laments
Author's note: I've been browsing the Castlevania section for a while now, but I haven't seen any good fics with Dracula in them. This will be an attempt at correcting that. I don't know if this story will have lemons in it or not just yet. I'm aiming more for plot than sex. But, who knows. I will warn you however that this character I'm about to draw will be drastically different than you're used to. It's VERY Original Character. With that nonsense out of the way, send your reviews to either my email, CurtisX@ymail.com, my AOL which is gohankp20032000, or just post them here.
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Hmm. It's strange. I've watched these hunters climb their way up my castle for years. Their attempts to slay me have always ended in vain, and I've always ended up even stronger after every attempt. The village bards say that I'm a hideous monster, cursed to the shadows and dependant on the blood of the living. I wonder where the ideas for such nonsense come from.
Holy symbols don't harm me, neither does sunlight. Garlic doesn't bother me in the least, and I can't help but laugh when I see a hunter enter my chambers with a rope of garlic and a crucifix around his neck. I wonder whether or not letting one of those hunters live would put an end to the nonsense that's being spewed forth from the mouths of village bards, but killing these hunters is too much fun to pass up. While it is true I'm not dependant on blood to survive, I do enjoy the taste of it.
The hunter I've been watching all night finally reaches my chambers. The door opens and he enters. Hmm, odd. Usually the hunter is a middle-aged holy man, but this time they sent a mere boy. Judging by his bone structure, I'd say he's about 19-21 years of age. And what's that in his hand? Ah, the familiar whip. What was that the Belmont family called it? The 'Vampire Killer' or something of the sort?
Well, at least this particular hunter was unique. He wasn't wearing a Crucifix, he wasn't carrying Silver or Garlic, no Holy Water, or anything of the sort, and not only was he young, but remarkably easy on the eyes.
Brown hair, about 160-170 lbs, slender build, about 5' 8" tall. Sort of scrawny for his chosen line of work, but he must be somewhat capable if he managed to make it this far.
And the fury in his eyes. Apparently he's upset that I killed a few of his family members.
"I finally found you, vile monster!" he spat. I might as well respond.
"You're a little young for this, aren't you? And so unprepared." He was fuming at the point. I can't help but laugh.
"What's so funny!!?" His face is red with rage like a ripe tomato.
"You're cute when you're mad." The humiliation radiating off of him is apparent to everyone who has even the slightest hint of eyesight.
"I'll show you cute!!!!!" He charges at me wildly, a key sign that he's too young for this. I highly doubt he was sent by anyone. I'll inquire about that later on. I will give the boy his due. He is fast, and very strong... for a human. He swings his whip at me, only to hit a cloud of smoke. I re-appear behind him, but as I do, I see he's already swinging at me.
I will admit that his physical prowess is beyond the other hunters I've seen, but his abilities could be multiplied by a thousand and he would still not be a threat to me. I disappear before the whip can come in contact with me. I move behind him, and grab him quickly before he has time to react. I lean in and rub my nose in the bend of his neck. His scent is heavenly. I definitely won't kill this one. He thrashes in my grip, apparently thinking I'm going to bite him. Nah, not yet. I decide to let my curiosity get the better of me.
"You're clearly related to the Belmonts somehow. Tell me. Why are you here?" He continues thrashing in my grip.
"I'm here to end your reign once and for all!!!!" Now I'm even more curious.
"My reign? You mean I actually rule over something other than my castle? This is news to me." I gently toss him forward.
"And you killed my father!!!!!" I figured as much.
"When did I kill your father, exactly? Was he the hunter who came for me ten years ago?"
"Yeah, that's him!!!! Simon Belmont!!!!!" I find it hard to believe that he's the son of Simon Belmont. That man was one of the weakest humans I've ever dealt with. I won't tell him that though. Instead, I'll toy with him a little....
"So, you're here to kill me? Well, I guess I can oblige you." I remove the thin shirt I was wearing. Nearly all of the myths depict me as some hideous monster, but I actually think I'm quite attractive. I'm 220 lbs, 6' 2" tall, slender build, and my hair is as black as the night. I look over to the boy, only to see him blush. Hmm, this could be interesting.
I stand in front of him with my arms stretched out to my sides.
"Go ahead. I won't resist." He's hesitant at first, thinking this might be a trap, but then follows through. His strikes are quick and VERY powerful, but to me they feel like mosquito bites. His whip can't even break the surface of my skin. I will say that this boy has stamina. He whips me like this for about two hours without stopping, until finally, fatigue sets in. He collapses on the floor in sweat, the boy clearly needing water. He stands back up and rushes me again, only to trip midway. I catch him before he hits the ground.
"So, I take it you're finished trying to kill me?" I knew the answer to that already, but for his response, he reaches into a pocket sleeve on his leg, and stabs my chest with a wooden stake. He looks up at me in absolute rage. I simply blink, then laugh.
"Boy, I haven't been this amused in a long time." The humiliation apparent in the boy's eyes.
"What is your name?"
"None of your business, Demon!!!" Apparently, I'm going to have to find out the hard way. Some of the myths about me are true. I can hypnotize through eye contact, and I put that power to use.
Hypnotizing the boy was remarkably hard. His sheer force of will breaking the hypnosis more than once. This boy is surely destined for great things. When I finally got him under control, I began my interrogation.
"What is your name?"
"Julius Belmont." Julius... pretty name.
"How old are you?"
"I'm Twenty." Hmm, decent age.
"Who sent you here?"
"No one. I came here for revenge." I thought as much. His village must be having babies over his disappearance.
"Does your village know you're here?"
"Yes. I left them a written note. I vowed to never return until I've slain you." Wow... this boy really hates me.
"Are you Catholic?"
"Yes." I never quite understood the Catholics. But anyway.
"And yet you're homosexual?"
"Yes." A Catholic homosexual. I can't seem to suppress the next question.
"Does your village know about you being a homosexual?"
"No." Didn't think so. They'd probably lynch him if they knew, or try to lynch him anyway. Given the boy's abilities, I highly doubt they'd succeed. Satisfied with my interrogation, I release him from the hypnosis. I watch as he regains his senses and looks at me with his usual rage.
"You do realize that trying to kill me is pointless, right?" My statement doesn't falter Julius in the slightest.
"I will kill you!!! I WILL kill you!!!!! I won't leave until you're dead!!!!!!!" The boy is determined. Too bad that determination is wasted on such a fruitless endeavor.
"You'll be here for a long time then, Julius." I said laughing.
"Since you seem to be so determined, you're more than welcomed to stay as long as you wish." Julius seemed surprised by that statement.
"While you're here, you have free access to any of my possessions. Books, artifacts, whatever your curious little mind feels like touching." He gave me a puzzled look.
"Just what are you up to, Demon!?" I can't help but laugh.
"Please, child, I have a name." He gave me another puzzled look.
"A name?" I was my turned to be surprised.
"Of all of the tales those idiot bards tell of me, they don't even know my name!?"
"Apparently not." He said smirking.
"My name is Dracula."
"Dracula. I promise you that I'll be the last thing you ever see!!" I simply roll my eyes.
"We tried that earlier if you will recall. It didn't work out too well for you." His face flared red at my words.
"Please don't look at me like that. You're simply too cute." He fumed once again.
"I am NOT cute!!!!" I was growing tired of our exchanges.
"Well, little one, it was fun, but I must call it a day. I'm sure your curious mind can help you find suitable quarters within the castle for yourself." I said as I sat down on the edge of my bed. I began to peel off bits of my clothing, and was greeted with the sight of Julius staring and blushing at me.
"Unless you want to sleep with me...." That's all it took for Julius to bolt out of the room as fast as he could. I simply laughed. This was going to be very amusing indeed.
Author's note: I've been browsing the Castlevania section for a while now, but I haven't seen any good fics with Dracula in them. This will be an attempt at correcting that. I don't know if this story will have lemons in it or not just yet. I'm aiming more for plot than sex. But, who knows. I will warn you however that this character I'm about to draw will be drastically different than you're used to. It's VERY Original Character. With that nonsense out of the way, send your reviews to either my email, CurtisX@ymail.com, my AOL which is gohankp20032000, or just post them here.
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Hmm. It's strange. I've watched these hunters climb their way up my castle for years. Their attempts to slay me have always ended in vain, and I've always ended up even stronger after every attempt. The village bards say that I'm a hideous monster, cursed to the shadows and dependant on the blood of the living. I wonder where the ideas for such nonsense come from.
Holy symbols don't harm me, neither does sunlight. Garlic doesn't bother me in the least, and I can't help but laugh when I see a hunter enter my chambers with a rope of garlic and a crucifix around his neck. I wonder whether or not letting one of those hunters live would put an end to the nonsense that's being spewed forth from the mouths of village bards, but killing these hunters is too much fun to pass up. While it is true I'm not dependant on blood to survive, I do enjoy the taste of it.
The hunter I've been watching all night finally reaches my chambers. The door opens and he enters. Hmm, odd. Usually the hunter is a middle-aged holy man, but this time they sent a mere boy. Judging by his bone structure, I'd say he's about 19-21 years of age. And what's that in his hand? Ah, the familiar whip. What was that the Belmont family called it? The 'Vampire Killer' or something of the sort?
Well, at least this particular hunter was unique. He wasn't wearing a Crucifix, he wasn't carrying Silver or Garlic, no Holy Water, or anything of the sort, and not only was he young, but remarkably easy on the eyes.
Brown hair, about 160-170 lbs, slender build, about 5' 8" tall. Sort of scrawny for his chosen line of work, but he must be somewhat capable if he managed to make it this far.
And the fury in his eyes. Apparently he's upset that I killed a few of his family members.
"I finally found you, vile monster!" he spat. I might as well respond.
"You're a little young for this, aren't you? And so unprepared." He was fuming at the point. I can't help but laugh.
"What's so funny!!?" His face is red with rage like a ripe tomato.
"You're cute when you're mad." The humiliation radiating off of him is apparent to everyone who has even the slightest hint of eyesight.
"I'll show you cute!!!!!" He charges at me wildly, a key sign that he's too young for this. I highly doubt he was sent by anyone. I'll inquire about that later on. I will give the boy his due. He is fast, and very strong... for a human. He swings his whip at me, only to hit a cloud of smoke. I re-appear behind him, but as I do, I see he's already swinging at me.
I will admit that his physical prowess is beyond the other hunters I've seen, but his abilities could be multiplied by a thousand and he would still not be a threat to me. I disappear before the whip can come in contact with me. I move behind him, and grab him quickly before he has time to react. I lean in and rub my nose in the bend of his neck. His scent is heavenly. I definitely won't kill this one. He thrashes in my grip, apparently thinking I'm going to bite him. Nah, not yet. I decide to let my curiosity get the better of me.
"You're clearly related to the Belmonts somehow. Tell me. Why are you here?" He continues thrashing in my grip.
"I'm here to end your reign once and for all!!!!" Now I'm even more curious.
"My reign? You mean I actually rule over something other than my castle? This is news to me." I gently toss him forward.
"And you killed my father!!!!!" I figured as much.
"When did I kill your father, exactly? Was he the hunter who came for me ten years ago?"
"Yeah, that's him!!!! Simon Belmont!!!!!" I find it hard to believe that he's the son of Simon Belmont. That man was one of the weakest humans I've ever dealt with. I won't tell him that though. Instead, I'll toy with him a little....
"So, you're here to kill me? Well, I guess I can oblige you." I remove the thin shirt I was wearing. Nearly all of the myths depict me as some hideous monster, but I actually think I'm quite attractive. I'm 220 lbs, 6' 2" tall, slender build, and my hair is as black as the night. I look over to the boy, only to see him blush. Hmm, this could be interesting.
I stand in front of him with my arms stretched out to my sides.
"Go ahead. I won't resist." He's hesitant at first, thinking this might be a trap, but then follows through. His strikes are quick and VERY powerful, but to me they feel like mosquito bites. His whip can't even break the surface of my skin. I will say that this boy has stamina. He whips me like this for about two hours without stopping, until finally, fatigue sets in. He collapses on the floor in sweat, the boy clearly needing water. He stands back up and rushes me again, only to trip midway. I catch him before he hits the ground.
"So, I take it you're finished trying to kill me?" I knew the answer to that already, but for his response, he reaches into a pocket sleeve on his leg, and stabs my chest with a wooden stake. He looks up at me in absolute rage. I simply blink, then laugh.
"Boy, I haven't been this amused in a long time." The humiliation apparent in the boy's eyes.
"What is your name?"
"None of your business, Demon!!!" Apparently, I'm going to have to find out the hard way. Some of the myths about me are true. I can hypnotize through eye contact, and I put that power to use.
Hypnotizing the boy was remarkably hard. His sheer force of will breaking the hypnosis more than once. This boy is surely destined for great things. When I finally got him under control, I began my interrogation.
"What is your name?"
"Julius Belmont." Julius... pretty name.
"How old are you?"
"I'm Twenty." Hmm, decent age.
"Who sent you here?"
"No one. I came here for revenge." I thought as much. His village must be having babies over his disappearance.
"Does your village know you're here?"
"Yes. I left them a written note. I vowed to never return until I've slain you." Wow... this boy really hates me.
"Are you Catholic?"
"Yes." I never quite understood the Catholics. But anyway.
"And yet you're homosexual?"
"Yes." A Catholic homosexual. I can't seem to suppress the next question.
"Does your village know about you being a homosexual?"
"No." Didn't think so. They'd probably lynch him if they knew, or try to lynch him anyway. Given the boy's abilities, I highly doubt they'd succeed. Satisfied with my interrogation, I release him from the hypnosis. I watch as he regains his senses and looks at me with his usual rage.
"You do realize that trying to kill me is pointless, right?" My statement doesn't falter Julius in the slightest.
"I will kill you!!! I WILL kill you!!!!! I won't leave until you're dead!!!!!!!" The boy is determined. Too bad that determination is wasted on such a fruitless endeavor.
"You'll be here for a long time then, Julius." I said laughing.
"Since you seem to be so determined, you're more than welcomed to stay as long as you wish." Julius seemed surprised by that statement.
"While you're here, you have free access to any of my possessions. Books, artifacts, whatever your curious little mind feels like touching." He gave me a puzzled look.
"Just what are you up to, Demon!?" I can't help but laugh.
"Please, child, I have a name." He gave me another puzzled look.
"A name?" I was my turned to be surprised.
"Of all of the tales those idiot bards tell of me, they don't even know my name!?"
"Apparently not." He said smirking.
"My name is Dracula."
"Dracula. I promise you that I'll be the last thing you ever see!!" I simply roll my eyes.
"We tried that earlier if you will recall. It didn't work out too well for you." His face flared red at my words.
"Please don't look at me like that. You're simply too cute." He fumed once again.
"I am NOT cute!!!!" I was growing tired of our exchanges.
"Well, little one, it was fun, but I must call it a day. I'm sure your curious mind can help you find suitable quarters within the castle for yourself." I said as I sat down on the edge of my bed. I began to peel off bits of my clothing, and was greeted with the sight of Julius staring and blushing at me.
"Unless you want to sleep with me...." That's all it took for Julius to bolt out of the room as fast as he could. I simply laughed. This was going to be very amusing indeed.