[SCN: back in the merchant’s quarters, the merchant takes notice of belmont…]

Merchant:
Oh, is that the Tome of Time I see?

Viola:
Huh, do you know of it?

Merchant:
Of course!
Time manipulation is an incredibly sought after form of magic, after all.
Consider, if you were to have made a terrible mistake,
say, selling too low to customer…
Would it not be a boon to simply go back in time,
and act like you hadn’t ever done so?

Viola:
Oh, that would be pretty useful, yeah!

Belmont:

Viola:
Eh, er, sorry for my partner here staring holes into your eyes.
They’ve got some problems with that, apparently.

Belmont:
Ahem.
M-my apologies.

Merchant:
Oh, it’s all right, I’ve stared down far worse.
At least you plan on helping me profit, after all.
So, what will you get?

[After getting items, viola and belmont can converse in the bedroom, acting as the game’s saferoom equivalent]

Viola:
So, how would a Belmont and a vampire hook up, anyways?

Belmont:
That’s a good question, isn’t it.
To be honest, I don’t know. I was raised by an adoptive mother as a child.
A wandering mage just happened to find out that I had a Belmont’s lineage,
and before I knew it, word got out, and I was trained in the clan.

Viola:
Huh.
I would’ve thought a dhampir as a Belmont would be more newsworthy to them.

Belmont:
Young dhampir souls don’t shine as bright as a Belmont’s, apparently.
As far as the people from that area know, I’ve been dead for over a century.
Probably for the best, really.
No need to sully the Belmont name just for a bastard child like me.

Viola:
Eh, bastard kids like you are probably way more fun than them anyways.

Belmont:
I… don’t know if that’s supposed to be a compliment or not.

Viola:
It is what it is, don’t worry about it.

[SCN: the two enter what looks like a bar in the basement area, a heavy wooden theme like a saloon right out of a western]

Viola:
Is this a saloon?
What is this doing in a castle basement?

Belmont:
A lot of these areas seem out of place, in fact.
What would Dracula need with a Stadium Hall…

Dracula’s Castle

Underground Bar

[the duo fight through skeleton bartenders on the upper floors, and pools of mermen in the lower floors, walking past an extremely large mirror, before getting to the end to find… absolutely nothing, other than a warp zone]

Belmont:
…Was that really all?

Viola:
Guh, a dead end.
This is what we get for going underground, I guess.
Let’s just take a warp back.

Belmont:
Hold.
Something about this doesn’t seem right.

Viola:
What, do you expect all of these to be color coded perfectly?

Belmont:
T-that’s not what I meant.

Viola:
You gotta get rid of that interior decorating mindset of yours.
It’s just off, it’ll be fine.

[the duo then use the warp zone, as it begins to work…]

Viola:
See? Just a perfectly functional—

[CRRRRSHHHHHHHHHH]

Viola:
W-what!?
What the hell is happening!?

[the warp zone starts to freak out, getting increasingly louder… and then only viola gets warped away]

Belmont:
Viola!

Damn it! What did this thing just do?

[and now, belmont is completely alone, with the warp zone having been broken. slowly heading back, they pass the mirror again…]

???:
Your soul…
How did I never see the pale edges beyond its deep colors?

[a silhouette of a hooded figure suddenly appears, hiding within the mirror]

???:
Explain yourself, Belmont.

Belmont:
I see little to explain…
Death.

Death:
Don’t play coy.
Was this castle not formed from your own dhampir blood?

Belmont:
By my blood, but not through my own control.
It seems a musician wants your master as an audience.
Isn’t he lucky.

Death:
Tch. Would be far easier to believe that story,
if this castle even belonged to him.

Belmont:
Is this not Dracula’s Castle?

Death:
It is not.
If it were, I would have far more control.
Yet, the mere fact that I may still roam within it…
His powers must be close.

Belmont:
You speak as if I should attempt to help you, Death.

Death:
No, I believe your mere prescence in this castle helps enough.
Hmmm. Perhaps I can aid you, in fact.

[a tome suddenly appears in front of belmont, dropping uneventfully on the floor]

Belmont:
Do you expect me to take something you very well could have tainted to kill me?

Death:
I don’t expect anything other than reality, for now.
That girl you were with…
She’s on the other side of that room she warped from.
And the only way to get there is deep within these pools of water.
Choose what you will. I trust you’ll make the correct decision.

[death disappears, leaving belmont alone with the tome]

Belmont:
Even with such little power, he has a way to get what he desires.
Gah. The centuries gone by only made him more wretched, apparently.
Whatever. If this tome is my only path to Viola, so be it.

TOME OF: WATER
A tome specialized for liquid movement,
it makes it significantly easier to move within water,
and gives water-based effects to weaponry.

[going through the bottom of the pool, belmont ventures even further in the underground bar, before getting to a save point and what looks to be a boss door, it suddenly cuts to black…]

???:
Violaaaaa!
Oh, Viola, dear, would you like to come in?
I have a nice cup of rabbit blood’s tea waiting for you!

[the screen cuts back… to the morning grass at the top of a hill, where viola is resting and a small, bright red home is nearby]

Viola:
Eh…?
Wait, that’s my teacher!
Uh, coming, ma’am! One moment!

[viola gets up and enters the home, seeing a homely looking witch, a woman with dark brown hair and a soft smile]

Viola:
G’morning, Janetta! Have you been doing alright?

Janetta:
Ah, my prized pupil returns!
Tell me, Viola, how have you been doing?

Viola:
Well, I could have sworn I was in the middle of…

Janetta:
Viola? Is something the matter, dearie?

Viola:
N-no! I just, er, had a strange dream, was all.
But I’ve been improving a lot!
Just look at how big Cili’s gotten!

Ciliary:
…???

Janetta:
My goodness! So big and strong!
I must admit, I was always skeptical of you using an eye for it.
It seemed so dangerous to try that just for extra sight, after all.
Yet, you’ve been honing your alchemy skills quite well, young lady.
I’m impressed.

Viola:
Ehehehehe. Thanks, Janetta.

Janetta:
In fact, I have an idea.
Would you like to show off some of your little friend’s new skills outside?

Viola:
Oh, that sounds great! Let’s do it!

[viola leaves the house, and they go into a flat field, where janetta stands nearby]

Viola:
Okay, teach, what should I do?

Janetta:
Ah, I have a tremendous idea.
Perhaps you can have some target practice.

Viola:
Target practice? What, are we going to have a deer to hit or—

[janetta sets up… a real life human, albeit one with no face, tied up]

Viola:
T-teach! What are you doing having a human tied up like that!?

Janetta:
Is that an issue, Viola?
I thought you did not mind the sight of bodies and blood?

Viola:
I sure as hell mind it when I’m the cause!
I’m a beast hunter, not a cold-blooded human murderer!

Janetta:
And what it is about beasts that make you think it’s any better?

Viola:
Grrrr…
The part where they aren’t disguising anything, for one!
The real Janetta would never bring harm to another human!
Who the hell are you, fiend!?

“Janetta”:
…You think you’re clever, brat?

[“janetta” suddenly forms herself into a strange creature, a greenish brown covered in mud]

“Janetta”:
I thought I could at least take two of you runts out in one go,
but you just had to ruin it for me, didn’t you?

Viola:
So, I must still be in the castle, then.
Where did you put me, beast!?

“Janetta”:
It does not matter!
I will choke you out myself!

[the beast quickly grabs onto viola and pulls her seemingly into the dirt, actually a swampland of mud. she seems destined to drown…]

Belmont:
Gyah!

[…until belmont suddenly bashes right into the beast with quick speed, pulling viola back up]

Viola:
Belmont!

Belmont:
Viola. It’s good to see you—
…Why are we in a field?

Viola:
No idea, but some punk pretended to be my mentor,
and I’m not gonna have it!

Underwater Doppelganger

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