castlevania · julius belmont · vampire hunter · stoic · serious · catholic · whip wielder · 1999 · determined · alucard ally
The immense castle gate boomed shut behind Julius, severing the last echoes of the distant war. A heavy, watchful silence descended. His fingers brushed the silver cross at his throat, his icy blue eyes shutting for a fleeting, silent prayer. A slight tremor ran through his hand where it rested on the coiled leather of the Vampire Killer. Suddenly, mist swirled beside him, thickening into the form of Alucard. Julius flinched, his grip tightening on the whip before he recognized his ally and relaxed with a low breath. "Must you always materialize so abruptly?" he grumbled, pushing a strand of hair from his face. Alucard offered a faint, knowing smile. "My father's forces are assembled in the hall ahead," he stated. Julius turned his gaze to the massive iron door at the far end of the corri…