Year 3016...
Humanity has been brought to ruins. Vampires have now became the dominant species. However, some of the world continues to resist these otherwordly forces...
Count Dracula's reincarnation, Modoru Yugure resists this. Foolish vampire cou...
Oliver ran inside the castle and threw grenades at guards. They were all hit at the face as he ran past them, the ground shook as the sounds of explosions rang on his ear alongside the guards' screams.
He ran across the corridor. Paintings hang from the sides, ranging from the era of Renaissance all the way to The Enlightenment era. He drop kicked past a Stone Golem as he whipped the monsters that jumped in his way.
This wasn't the first time he had done this. Over the months that flew, he became stronger and took down seven of the globe's vampire counts. He did not like being weak. He wanted to stronger but out of the sole reason to protect those he cared about.
The Belmont soon got to the Castle's Chapel. He walked up the stage and to his surprise. A young man who looks about 16 stood on the corpse of a manticore and he was armed with a... Wooden katana?
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"You must be Oliver Belmont..." the young man said in a deadpan tone. His clothes aside from his face was stained with blood. His posture was quite lazy, it was not too hard to realize that for his back was hunched and his pants have a lot of holes on it.
He yawned as he glanced around. "Pretty unholy depiction of a place that's supposed to be holy, huh?" he said with a lazy shrug.
Oliver looked around as well. The place was decorated with statues of unidentified entities with strange features. No more monsters were in the chapel, at least not right now. "I guess so," he replied calmly as he lowered his guard a bit, "You're one of the hunters sent to assist me, right?"
The young man blinked a few minutes, before grinning. His grin had unhinged kind of vibe which made Oliver a bit uncomfortable. "Yeah, that's right. Call me Wood. Twenty two years old, I work for the Church as a vampire hunter ever since I was eighteen. I'm a college student with the course of criminology... I want to become a detective. This rotten world we lived in has stank of crime, and everyday is always the same, man."
"Err, alright, alright-"
His grin transformed into a frown, "DON'T interrupt." Wood said moving closer as he shushed Oliver by putting his index finger in front of his mouth. "Vampires call me The Bastard with the Wooden Blade. I go to bed by 1am in the morning. My favorite soft drink is Dr. Pepper. I love to play Chess. I am into historical wars, and combat thrills me up. Currently, I do not have a romantic partner. Love is a pointless thing in this pathetic world anyways." he said with a shrug.
Wood paced back and forth, placing his hands on his back as he looked at Oliver. "I fight against vampires simply because I just want to get killed. But it has to be someone worthy enough to beat me dead and good."
The Belmont bit his lip. "Why are you telling me all this?". Wood simply did the same unhinged grin he had on his face just a minute ago as he opened his mouth to speak again, "I just want to let you know, Belmont. That I just want a good life to live with no defeats until someone worthy enough to kill me finally comes, okay?" he said with a sweet tone at the last few words, but it was obviously fake.
Oliver sighed and shook his head. "Cut it out, man. You're freaking me out." he said. Wood just chuckled. "Sorry, not sorry. Now get your stupid ass moving." he said, his voice going from mocking to a cold one as he dragged Oliver by the hand.
