Castlevania: Finale of Screams

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A/N: Before this chapter starts, this is Wood's new look

Wood walked through the hall, Eva and Oliver following behind him. The air was thick with tension, all three of them had their eyes darting around from time to time, scanning for potential threats. There hasn't been any enemies near, after a few more turns through corners, Oliver decided to interrupt the silence.

"Why do you call yourself Wood? Is it because of your wooden sword and your skill with it or... Something else?"

Wood stopped, Eva gazed at her friend in concern. "Hey?" she asks in worry as she gently held his hand. He sighed and turned to look at Oliver, feeling Eva's soft finger trace small circles on his hand.

"It's because wood is pathetic. But can also be changed into several forms. It may be furniture, a building, or a mere toy, yet it is still fragile," Wood said, his voice gloomy and cold as usual as he stopped next to a bookshelf in the Study. He looked down at a wooden chair nearby, staring it at a few seconds. Oliver furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity at the chair, he was about to open his mouth to speak but Wood suddenly let out a yell before seizing it with his hands, lifting it up and throwing it across the room, causing it to break into pieces, causing Eva to yelp slightly.

The silver haired young man looked back at Oliver, his presence commanding and cold. The Belmont had come into the conclusion this young man is possibly who Modoru would have been if he was never a vampire hunter. He had medium length hair just like him, was philosophical and has a commanding presence. Only difference was that Modoru, back when he pretended to not know about his identity as Dracula, despite him pretending was a lot nicer to him, though it was hard to tell if it was false or possibly... genuine? Regardless, Wood and him looks so similar that Oliver can't help but wonder if they are twin brothers or are related.

Wood grinned and grasped a spellbook floating towards him, knowing it would attack, he ducked down as a skull emerged and snapped its teeth onto the air as Wood tossed it up the air, Eva grabbed out a dagger and sliced the book into half, causing it to burst info flames. He looked at Eva, his voice softening into a gentle and caring one as usual when he speaks to her, "Eva? Are you okay?" he asks in worry. Grateful for her friend's support, she smiled and nodded. "Hehe, I'm fine, Ju- I mean, Wood."

They continued navigating the study for a while, taking out enemies, usually Spellbooks, Magic Tomes, Alura Unes, Flea Armor that jump around swinging hi tech clubs and suited in advanced armor and some Bone Muskets. But unlike the typical ones, they were dressed like soldiers from multiple empires in history. Mostly the type of uniforms soldiers would wear from the 1700s-1800s.

A skeleton wearing a British Empire uniform charged downwards and attempted to stab Oliver with his bayonet, only for him to dodge and kick his skull off, sending it crashing into a shelf of books then falling onto the ground with a thud. There were small traces of auras that indicate they have lived two thousand eight hundred or one thousand two hundred plus years, which means they are most likely remains of soldiers that time who died on battle that came to life.

Oliver dashed towards a ghost floating towards them, grabbing the skull burning in blue flames as he sighed and closed his eyes as he spoke in a tone mixed with empathy and guilt for this poor soul trapped within the castle.

"Dear Lord, Our hearts ache for the one who is lost and wandering, and our prayers are lifted up on their behalf. We ask for your mercy and guidance for this soul. May they know your love and be drawn to you, no matter how far they have strayed. May they find peace and comfort in you, and may they experience your forgiveness and love. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Guide these people to heaven where they may reunite with those who they cherished that had died before, with, or after them. Amen."

A bright light flashed across the room, all the ghosts around were soon gone, hopefully in a happy place at the other side. He opened his eyes. At the same time the last of the enemies in this room of the library were down.

"That was... Who taught you that prayer?" Eva asks as she ran over to Oliver. He turned his gaze to her and smiled a bit. "My old man, he currently resides on London in the UK, which is one of the safe countries from the vampires for now. Willow Belmont."

Wood walked towards their direction, "Willow Belmont... Heh, I did train underneath him as a newbie of a vampire huntet at sixteen..." he said bluntly.

"Also a soldier from the army at UK, if I believe. He's a good man, I give you that. But you're just his son, and you have a long way to come, Belmont. But I do pray you reach his level."

Oliver raised one eyebrow, Eva placed her hand on his shoulder, which is her first time doing it to him. "Is that you encouraging me to get better or an insult?", Wood simply rolled his eyes and tilted his head to the side. "I guess its a mix of both.".

The Belmont sighed, trying to control his temper with Wood's blunt attittude towards him. Eva just looked at Wood and walked to him, before speaking.

"Wood, everyone is special in a way. According to the legends every next generation of the Belmonts is always stronger than the previous."

"Yet..." Wood said, keeping his blunt tone but softening it towards her, "He has still a long way to go, Eva. But let's just wait and see for him to unveil his genuine stremgth."

Modoru walked out of the castle as he saw at the distance... He walked down the stairs and looked at Death. "An enemy force is stealing territory?", the Grim Reaper nodded. "Yes, the enemy is one who despised you clearly in the past. An emperor named Galamoth."

"Galamoth, you say? Very well. Where is his castle now?-"

Before he could continue, he was suddenly gone in a blink of an eye. "Modoru?" Death said, looking around confused. He slashed open a portal and entered it.

The Dark Lord found himself standing in the courtyard of a castle in the galaxy. He gazed around, furrowing his eyebrows... But then he can hear the footsteps of skeletons.

He turned to look, his assumption was true, many of them armed with different sorts of weapons from all ages arrived. Six battalions of them it seems...

Modoru grunted and unsheathed Typhon... He is completely surrounded. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes... He decided to use hypnosis on them.

"MODORU YUGURE COMMANDS YOU... OBEY ME!!!"

Adapost glanced around him as he held his shield. What was this place?

"What's this place?" Yamaju who was with him asks, Adapost shook his head. "I do not have an idea. We must find our way out."

Amelia grunted and rolled out from a portal with Darius leaping and landing on top of a rock, posing like a maniac while Yukikaze walks out calmly. Roku jumps and lands aa he surveys their surroundings as a bunch of Modoru's forces came pouring out. They were all currently in a labyrinth of the caestle

"Search and find Modoru, we must hurry!" Roku shouted at the others. "Heh, he better not die on us." Darius said with a grin.

"Silence." Yukikaze said calmly as he sliced off his head. Darius' headless body stood on the spot for a while, blood pouring out from the cut-open neck before his head regenerated. "Oh?~ That was quite rude, Yukikaze."

The ronin grunted and sighed as he pointed ahead. "Men, lets go. Charge!!!"

"CHARGE!!!" Amelia roared as they all charged forward with her leading the way.