After Dracula's defeat in 1999, he was reincarnated into Soma Cruz, who managed to leave out his entire life, avoiding his dark destiny... But is this over now that he has reincarnated again in the far future???
A young man of mixed Japanese and British descent stepped off the plane and into the bustling airport. He walked down a path, glancing at the map he had been given.
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Flashback
A pale man sat behind a desk, cross-legged, and looked up at the young man standing before him.
“Oliver, are you ready for the mission the Church has assigned you?” he asked.
The young man, named Oliver, nodded politely. “Yes, Arikardo.”
Arikardo looked out the window, biting his lip. “Are you sure? You are the youngest Belmont to become a vampire hunter. You might not be ready to face Dracula.”
Oliver smirked confidently. He had already faced countless ferocious creatures of the night and mastered both simple and advanced magic, martial arts, and the fighting techniques of the Belmont, Lecarde, and Morris Clans. “Yes, Arikardo, in the name of the Belmont Clan, I will succeed in this investigation to determine whether Dracula’s reincarnation has turned to darkness.”
Arikardo nodded in acknowledgment. The boy had the same determination as his ancestor, Julius Belmont, who last defeated Dracula in 1999. And not only Julius… but also an old friend of his, the first Belmont to defeat Dracula, Trevor—
“Alu—I mean, Arikardo? Are you okay, sir?” Oliver’s question interrupted his thoughts.
Arikardo shook his head to clear it. He reached into a cabinet and pulled out a recently made map. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for your concern, Oliver.” He sighed. “If you are truly eager to track down Dracula’s latest incarnation, I cannot stop you. If he is not a threat, report to me immediately. But if you have suspicions, investigate further and send me updates. You will be working with a shrine maiden from the organization you're from. She has knowledge about the suspect.”
Present
Oliver walked through the streets of Tokyo, following the coordinates Arikardo had sent him. He stopped when he saw a young girl about his age, with light brown hair tied with a blue ribbon, sea-green eyes, and dressed in traditional shrine maiden attire.
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She smiled politely. “Hello, you must be Oliver Belmont, right? I’m Kasumi. I’m a shrine maiden and a vampire hunter. You’re from the Public Protection from Vampire Hunters, correct?”
Oliver nodded. “Yes, that’s right. I’m new, just joined six months ago.”
“Oh, I see,” Kasumi said, still smiling softly. “Come on, follow me.”
They traveled to the ruins of an old site of Castle Dracula, which had risen in Japan during the Edo period due to cultists reviving him. Fortunately, samurais had been dispatched to take them out before Dracula could be fully restored.
They entered the castle, tiptoeing through the ruins. Oliver held a consecrated whip, the Belmont clan’s ancestral weapon known as the Vampire Killer. Kasumi unsheathed a katana, summoned with a talisman.
The castle was in ruins, with broken windows and remains of both humans and monsters scattered around. They encountered zombies, skeletons, and blood skeletons born from the blood puddles formed by the tears of statues of Greek gods.
Kasumi specialized in infusing talismans into her katana or throwing them at enemies, while Oliver used martial arts, advanced magic, high-tech gadgets, and the Vampire Killer.
In the next room, they saw Iron Golems running away. Strange, considering their ferocious appearances. Kasumi and Oliver chased them into a room where they were surrounded by the golems. The Iron Golems began to close in.
Oliver groaned and rose into the air, a large cross of blue flames appearing behind him, sucking in multiple Iron Golems.
After an hour of battling, they saw a young man with white hair holding a glowing blue object, a broken piece of something round.
Oliver stepped back, sensing an aura of evil mixed with a struggle against it. “D-Dracula?” he asked, his voice shaky.
Kasumi was more shocked. She dropped to her knees, using a talisman to check the aura. “No… Modoru… It can’t be…”
Modoru turned, eyes wide, and hugged Kasumi, pretending to be panicked. “K-Kasumi! Please, help me. I woke up here and found this orb. I was walking down an alleyway when something hit me from behind, and then I ended up here.”
Kasumi calmed down, realizing he didn’t know his identity yet. “There, there, Modoru,” she said, patting his back.
Oliver scowled. “Kasumi, don’t let personal feelings get in the way. He might be acting!”
“He’s always been honest with me since childhood. That’s enough proof,” Kasumi said, letting Modoru hug her.
Modoru felt guilty for lying but knew he had to. He sighed, suppressing his feelings as he caressed her back, a signal and a genuine gesture of affection.
Skeletons burst through the door, one attacking Modoru. He dodged and kicked it into a wall. “WE GOTTA GET OUT!” he yelled, clinging to Kasumi, pretending to be scared.
“What are you planning, Modoru?” Oliver thought. “Is this a ploy to convince us you’re not Dracula?”
They fled, Modoru holding onto Kasumi, pretending to be traumatized.
“One last fragment left,” Modoru said to Death in the ruins of Castlevania. “I already took down the slit-mouthed woman and took her fragment. Now we go to the Abyss.”
