Dracula's Castle, Transylvania - World of Castlevania - Night
It was late at night... In an open field a fierce battle raged on the top of Dracula's castle. The living embodiment of death itself... Death was clashing weapons with the powerful vampire hunter Richter Belmont.
"Stand down Belmont! It's time that Dracula is resurrected once more!" Said Death to Richter as Death performed a very heavy overhead slash with his scythe. Richter saw the attack and leaped back out of the way to avoid the slash. "A Belmont stand down? Never! For as long as a Belmont lives he will always fight to stop Dracula! I will not allow you to resurrect him! Not in this world at least!" Replied Richter as he took out a large glowing white cross which was engulfed in blue holy flames.
Death glared at Richter as he drew his scythe back. "So be it..." Death said as he performed a slash at the air which created a small dimensional rift which started to suck Richter in. As Richter saw that he was being sucked in towards the rift he tried to keep his footing in an attempt to not get sucked in.
"I'll send you to a foreign land! A land where everything will be new and even strange!" Death taunted as Richter attempted one final attack, yet he was unable to as he was finally sucked into the rift.
Richter felt his body pulled, crushed, torn apart as he drifted through this rift... until everything went black...
Real World- London-Edge of the forest
After what seemed to be forever Richter finally came to in the middle of a forest at night. "W-What... where am I?" He said as he looked around. There was something odd about this place... it seemed... odd. Yet Richter couldn't figure out what... Richter checked to make sure if his Cross weapon, and the Vampire Killer was still in his possession... it was. "That's a relief... It would be bad if I lost those..." He said as he stood up. Ready to find out where he was he left the forest...
It was late at night... In an open field a fierce battle raged on the top of Dracula's castle. The living embodiment of death itself... Death was clashing weapons with the powerful vampire hunter Richter Belmont.
"Stand down Belmont! It's time that Dracula is resurrected once more!" Said Death to Richter as Death performed a very heavy overhead slash with his scythe. Richter saw the attack and leaped back out of the way to avoid the slash. "A Belmont stand down? Never! For as long as a Belmont lives he will always fight to stop Dracula! I will not allow you to resurrect him! Not in this world at least!" Replied Richter as he took out a large glowing white cross which was engulfed in blue holy flames.
Death glared at Richter as he drew his scythe back. "So be it..." Death said as he performed a slash at the air which created a small dimensional rift which started to suck Richter in. As Richter saw that he was being sucked in towards the rift he tried to keep his footing in an attempt to not get sucked in.
"I'll send you to a foreign land! A land where everything will be new and even strange!" Death taunted as Richter attempted one final attack, yet he was unable to as he was finally sucked into the rift.
Richter felt his body pulled, crushed, torn apart as he drifted through this rift... until everything went black...
Real World- London-Edge of the forest
After what seemed to be forever Richter finally came to in the middle of a forest at night. "W-What... where am I?" He said as he looked around. There was something odd about this place... it seemed... odd. Yet Richter couldn't figure out what... Richter checked to make sure if his Cross weapon, and the Vampire Killer was still in his possession... it was. "That's a relief... It would be bad if I lost those..." He said as he stood up. Ready to find out where he was he left the forest...
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