Castlevania

Hmm.

Ah.

Hmm.

Fresh oil.

Anybody home?

Warm.

That's weird.

I can hear you.

I'm armed,

and a lot less happy than you are...

so you want to stay well out of my way.

Whoa! Oh!

Ha! Reflexes like a cat.

Oh!

Unh!

Oh.

Either someone left a statue of a Speaker down here, or...

Cyclops!

Stone-eye cyclops.

Right out of the family bestiary.

God shits in my dinner once again.

Oopf!

Come on. Come on!

You're dead!

Stop and notice you're dead.

Ugh! Bastard.

Ew.

Granddaughter, then.

Ah. I wish Speakers wouldn't do that.

What?

Dress the girls like boys.

It's safer when we travel.

What happened?

You walked into a cyclops.

Turns you to stone with its eyeball and feeds on your terror

while you're trapped in your own body.

Did... did you climb on me?

Mm, a bit.

That was rude.

Excuse me?

Who are you, anyway?

I met your grandfather.

He wouldn't leave the city until he had your body.

I came down to recover your remains so the Speakers would go to safety.

But the Sleeping Warrior is still down here.

There is no Sleeping Warrior,

just a cyclops waiting for people stupid enough to go looking.

It's a trap for gullible Speakers.

You're not popular around here.

The old wisdom says the tomb is guarded...

Yeah, yeah. Come on. Time to go home.

Your people think you're dead.

The least you can do is set that old man's mind to rest.

He thinks I'm dead?

He wasn't much wrong.

Killing a cyclops is the only way to restore a victim.

Didn't think I'd manage it.

Who are you?

Trevor Belmont.

But the Belmonts fight monsters.

I'm out of practice.

Let's show you to your grandfather,

and then you can come down here and get killed again. Deal?

Very well.

I'm Sypha Belnades.

I don't care.

Oh!

Thank you.

Mm. You're welcome.

I failed to find the Sleeper. I'm sorry!

Oh, hush.

Hush now, my angel.

I very much doubt there's anyone down there.

It's probably a booby-trapped legend.

There's someone wriggling with pleasure in his coffin right now

thinking of people like your girl

walking into the cyclops he left down there.

Or perhaps there is something down there so important

that it must be guarded by monsters.

Your Messiah isn't down there.

And what makes you so sure?

You Speakers carry information down through the generations.

We Belmonts pass things down as well.

Do you remember what we saw down there?

Metal veins pumping hot liquid?

Torches that light by themselves

that exactly fit descriptions written by my great-grandfather.

Descriptions of the inside of Dracula's castle.

I don't know what's down there, but it's not a messiah.

I'll leave you all to it.

No, no... nonsense.

Please, stay with us for as long as you like.

I cannot begin to repay what I owe you.

You're leaving tonight, remember?

Well, uh, yes. Until then.

Right. I'll come back later.

See if you can find some beer.

I could pee in a bucket and tell him it's beer.

Sypha, he saved your life!

He's rude.

Uh, careful. My knife hand's not too steady.

I could slip and take your eye out.

The Bishop of Gresit requests your kind attendance at the church.

I don't think I'm allowed into churches.

The bishop says he'll make an exception in your case.

No. Seriously.

I realize you're trying to menacingly abduct me,

but I'm excommunicated.

The bishop said to tell you that the terms of even major excommunication

mean that you are obliged to appear when summoned by the Church.

Well, shit.

Look, if I enter the church and catch fire or something,

it's your fault.

I am the Bishop of Gresit.

You're not from around here.

No. I'm originally from Targoviste.

I was an aide to the archbishop.

How did you divine that?

Well, you're not running away screaming

like the rest of the locals, for one thing.

From you?

From the baby-eating freaks of nature who apparently raid Gresit every night.

I'm here to save Gresit.

And how do you intend to do that?

I brought you here to answer some questions,

not ask them.

Well, tough shit!

How exactly do you intend to help these people by killing Speakers?

The Speakers brought these troubles upon themselves.

One cannot live without God...

quite literally, in these days.

You think the night hordes came because people weren't religious enough?

And you were at Targoviste?

The Archbishop had certain... interests

that I believe compromised his ability

to protect the city and the country.

I was sent away long before Dracula came to Targoviste.

We disagreed on matters of clerical discipline.

But you were there for the burning of Dracula's wife. I heard all about that.

Oh, yes. I arranged it, in fact.