The Werewolf of Castlevania (Book 1)

Do Not Mess with a Belemont - Chapter 11

The sun was now setting, giving the sky a red glow as I can hear the sounds of snarling demons and the beating of wings. Fuck.

The mob charges, Belmont draws his whip roaring a battle cry, and I pull out two daggers from my jacket. A beast growl rumbles from my throat as I prepare to fling myself into battle.

"Let's do this Charlie!" Belmont roars

"Aye!"

Fire suddenly shoots out of the ground encircling us and cutting us off from the enemy. What the hell!

"Witch!" a large priest points an accusing finger at me. I am seriously getting fed up with everyone calling me a witch. So I flip him off. Take that you bastard.

Belmont elbows me and points to a rood where Sypha stood. Wow, a Speaker magician, never seen what of them before.

"You never said you were a magician" Belmont calls to her as she drives the people back with fire so you can go to her

"You never asked" she calls back. I have to giggle. I am really starting to like this Speaker. But now it makes more sense as to why she was the one to go into the catacombs after the sleeping soldier.

"You!" Suddenly Belmonts attention snaps to a large priest who is holding a knife. I recognize him as the priest who was missing his finger. "Just you and me." Belmonts tone sends shivers down my spine. Shit, he's so scary.

"Kill them! Kill them all!" for such a large man he's is clearly panicking at Belmonts challenge.

"No. You're very good at getting innocent people to commit murder for you. To get the good people of Gresit to overpower innocent Speakers. But let's see how you do on your own." Belmont is so serious it's really nerve wracking. I can only imagine what he'd do if ever discovered I was a werewolf.

Sypha parts the flames allowing Belmont to face off against the priest. Last time Belmont took a finger I can only imagine what this priest might lose this time.

Belmont advances on him, his hand closed around the handle of his sword. "I see you have your knife. But I wonder if the people of Gresit have ever seen a priest who carries a knife." The mob is beginning to shift nervously. "Let's go! Your knife versus my short sword" a wicked smile flickers across my face as Belmont speaks. I really hate priests, it's so entertaining to see them sweat.

"You had no problem beating an old defenseless man and lying to these people about the Speakers." I yell at the priest who shoots me an evil glare. "The church knows that the Speakers never did any of this. And you would have had them killed based on a lie." Now I'm mad, I want to kill him. I begin to advance on him but Sypha appears beside me and grabs my shoulder.

Shaking her head "Charlie, this is Belmonts fight." I want to tell her she is wrong but I know she is right so I stand there with her as Belmont continues to advance.

"Your Bishop started all of this when he burned a defenseless woman. Your Bishop would have made these people into murderers." Belmont roars. Tears threaten the escape of the sides of my eyes. Lisa, you should have never died like that.

The towns people around us were closing in on the priest. They looked about as pissed as Belmont. They know the truth now there is no telling what they are going to do. A man runs past Belmont and stabs the priest. Like the breaking of a dam, moving in more towns people stab him to death. Belmont sheaths his blade and I put my knives away. Shit that's a way to go.