Yes, one of
those..
Well, you know what to do, right?
Read this, and then add something, to eventually resemble some sort of a tale...
...the air was sweltering hot, until he thought he would die.
The night sky was the colour of a giant bruise, but it was better then these damp, hot and black corridors.
Skeletons rising to impede his progress, bats in every corner, of unbelievable size...undead warriors, ghosts..
This castle was, as his ancestors had confirmed, haunted, possessed by the powers of one whom his lineage only exists to fight.
Centuries had passed, and brave man (And one women, maybe two in Japan.) had put a stop to the curse of the night, only to have it reappear again, years later.
His destiny was no different, and he had to wage combat against all the pawns of hell, and of darkness itself.
As brave and as strong as they all were, these destined whip cracking warriors could never lay the cursed soul to rest for all of eternity.
And he did not think he could do any better.
Yes, he had cleared the castle, and was mounting the stones steps to the tower, the very last and very tallest, where Count Dracula awaited him.
But the heat...sweat was pouring down his brow like blood, his weapon sliding from his hands..he would die of this inferno, if Dracula, or some other hell spawned atrocity did not kill him first.
Finally, dishevelled, hair rising like flames, matted with sweat..whip over his shoulder, his shirt and chain mail tied around his waist, leaving him bear...
The new Belmont arrived in the throne room, panting like a dog and dragging his feet towards the huge black throne, were an ominous being, one leg over the other and holding a glass of some dark liquid..sat..
He stood right in front of the vampire, the one and only Count Dracula, Lord of the Night, King of Darkness.
His pale, lifeless face, his white eyes..his brow arched into an inquisitive look, devoid of surprise.
His mouth moved to speak to the new warrior, revealing white fangs.
But as he came to speak, the young Belmont, with a brash tone completely broke the entire mood.
Belmont-Maaaaan, can't you get some goddamn air conditioning in this
freakin' castle??
Dracula- O_o .. The Belmont Clan's sure goin' downhill these days...
Eh, go on..!