“Was that an Enochian word?” Alucard asked handing the torch.
“Yes, I/she know/knows that language.” Y/n says in union with Sypha before they laughed.
“Well, well, naughty Belmonts hunting all the terrible things in the forest but sitting on a magic door opened by an occult language.” Alucard said.
Y/n nudged him and shook her head.
“Don’t you dare.” She threatened pointing her finger at him.
“I didn’t know it was a fucking magic door, doesn’t make us black magicians.” Trevor said looking away while walking down the stairs.
“But you know the word ‘Teloch’ means of death, right?” Alucard continues.
“Shut up.” Trevor gripped his torch.
“It’s the magical door of death, Belmont.” Alucard finished before hearing Y/n face palm.
“Are you coming or what?” Trevor asked before the two females followed, Alucard not far behind.
The Belmont estate was huge and beautiful. Made of stone with a huge spiral staircase leading down with paintings on the walls.
“Belmont is not even a Wallachian name. That just dawned on me.” Sypha exclaims.
“No. The family’s originally from the kingdom of France, but we moved out of there a few hundred years ago.” Trevor informed as the four travelled down the stairs.
“Moved or chased?” Alucard asked rudely causing Y/n to sigh in annoyance.
“Moved, thank you very much.” Trevor said passive aggressively. “With people behind you waving pitchforks and torches?”
Sypha faced palmed while Y/n groan in annoyance. She noticed that Trevor was surprisingly calm.
“No, no, we are professionals. We move where there work is.” Trevor retorted defensively.
“What does that even mean?” Sypha asked as they finally reached the bottom of the stairs.
“All the dark things moved east. I think it was Leon Belmont who first entered the region.” Trevor practically gave a history lesson.
“That sounds like a history lesson.” Y/n chimed in excitedly like a kid who just got a new toy.
“You enjoy history?” Alucard questioned smiling at her.
“So, so, so much.” She answered with a nod.
Trevor then turned to a door and tried to open it but struggled a little against and managed to open it resulting to it creaking loudly. It was so dark, you could barely see anything. That was until Sypha cast a spell, lighting every inch of that room.
Sypha and Y/n's faces lit up and ran over to the edge of rail, leaning over to take in everything. It was so huge, with books and fossils and artefacts and more books.
“My God.” Sypha spoke while Alucard took the liberty of taking her torch, since Y/n lit up from her hand. He put the torch on the railing.
“The memory of my family. All that’s left of us.” Trevor seem to be still mourning.
“Is it organized? Is there a way to find things?” Sypha asked while she and her sister looked around like children in a candy store.
“I imagine one sacrifices a chicken and divines the location you want from intestines. Maybe Belmont has a crystal ball in here, you could ask.” Alucard said before noticing Y/n roll her eyes at him. Trevor didn’t seem to appreciate the sarcasm.
“Shut up.” He growled.
“Its an impressive tip Belmont, but it is, nonetheless, a tip.” Alucard spoke with no hesitation.
“Your ancestors were mentally ill hoarders. I fully expect to find family cats mummified under some of these shelves.” He heard Y/n lowly gasp at him as he shoved past Trevor.
“And I fully expect him to shut up.” Y/n muttered to Sypha who giggled at her.
“Unless your family preferred to eat them.” He glanced at Y/n who was looking around at the books, just waiting for her to grab them. Trevor shoved past Alucard.
“There’s an index on the lectern at the bottom.” He said before Sypha and Y/n noticed her yin-yang necklace glowing but then stops. They shrug at each other and continue on.
“So, this really is a managed collection?” Sypha questioned.
“With so many things in here, I wonder how anyone kept track of things.” Y/n added.
“It was the work of generations, an archive of everything we have learned since the days of Leon Belmont.” Trevor replied as the four reach the bottom of the stairs again.
