Castlevania Nocturne: A Sneak Peak

Sneak Peak: City of Light.

He'd rather be buried alive and starve to death than spend another minute in that carriage with Drolta. Rain pattered heavily on its roof as they arrived in Paris, the cart stopped in front of the guards letting out its vampire passengers; The demonic Drolta and himself; the dark mage known as Shaft.

The pouring rain thickened the smells in the air, though as much as the sweaty musk of the humans enticed him, Shaft had better control of his instincts.

He wished he could say the same about his associate.

"This is Paris, is it? What a dump." Drolta remarked disgusted.

Shaft cautiously eyed the armed soldiers, a bullet to their heart would mean their end, and be damned if he were killed by a human's gunshot. His Lady would be furious.

The head guard stepped forward. "I'm a representative of the Insurrectionary Commune of Paris. State your business."

"We're representatives too, of the Messiah." Drolta answered, cloaked in a hood.

The guard didn't let them go. "Religious orders need to register with the National Convention."

"Not that Messiah." Drolta chuckled, removing her hood. "The real one." She dashed forward and disemboweled the guard with her claws, gutting the remainder of the soldiers before they could aim their guns.

Shaft bared his teeth and rankled beneath the covering of his purple hood. "Waste of blood and flesh."

Drolta licked her bloodied claws like a cat pleased with its kills. "They would have killed us if I hadn't acted first."

"They would have sooner pissed themselves than taken aim. I smelled the fear off of them, there was no reason for it." Shaft stepped over spilled intestines.

"They should learn to fear us." Drolta counted. "Come along, we've got business to attend to."

Shaft grumbled and reluctantly followed, his long purple cloak furling in the rain as he entered the palace.