Insane Aristocracy

This blog is dedicated to a character from the game Castlevania: Curse of Darkness and its two prequels: the Media Factory manga and Prelude to Revenge.

Please indicate the time period to which the question relates.

From time to time, a white-haired vampire may make a guest appearance on this blog.

Post-CoD. Isaac survives, but is in a somewhat unstable mental state, so the responses can be harsh and caustic.

Isaac: Of course, it's the memory of the night I came to Lord Dracula's castle and was allowed to stay here.

That was the beginning of my new life. That's when I found the meaning of my life.

Isaac: Now, now, are you confusing Baphomet with a goat?

In the past, Abel was like Baphomet. It's a goat-like demon with wings. In fact, many Innocent Devils undergo a transformation when they gain power.

It's easier to create a small imp that will eventually become a huge, powerful demon than to create a demon all at once.

You know, that's the essence of alchemy. One matter undergoes a transformation and turns into a completely different matter.

Isaac hides a smile.

Isaac: It's just another day. If no one reminds me, I won't even remember it's my birthday.

Lady Lisa remembers, of course, she makes a cake and gives me some kind of gift. Last time she gave me a shirt, heh.

Getting gifts on your birthday is weird. It feels like someone is actually happy that I was born. But it's just an illusion.

The guilt will eat me away if I did not know the whole truth.

Feeling Hector’s presence nearby, Isaac involuntarily clicked his tongue and ordered his «students» to pack their things and move to another shelter. They rarely stayed in one place for long, so they had long ago created a network of shelters where they could hide for a month or two.

Funny, Hector didn’t come to fight, he came to talk. Isaac pulled the hood of his cloak lower and snorted contemptuously.

Isaac: Oh, so the guilt is going to eat you up for the rest of your days? Then tell me, bastard, why should I answer your question?

Isaac: Um, yeah, his body is cold. Why would he suddenly be warm, like a living thing?

It's not the cold of the grave. More like a bird or beast that's been out in the winter wind for a long time. In snake form, he feels like… a snake, yeah.

Isaac: You mean human friends, of course?

No, the kids avoided me, and I didn't really want to join in their games. I was more interested in learning witchcraft, finding medicinal plants, and interacting with birds and animals.

Isaac snorted contemptuously.

Isaac: How do you picture it? Me sitting at a table where they play dice or cards, and looking into a crystal ball?

Isaac bowed quickly, trying to hide his surprise. When was the last time the young Prince had asked him for help? Probably when they were children.

As an adult, Adrian avoided both him and Hector, preferring to spend his free time in the Library.

He took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. Oh, this Prince could have asked the old Librarian, or Hector, for help, but he turned to him.

Or were these texts of a certain content, so the Prince felt awkward addressing someone else?

Isaac: Oh, I can join in and tell you some juicy stories about him.

He’s an ancient vampire, so of course he’s had many affairs and lovers. But what’s the point in being jealous of those who have long since turned to dust?

Unlike Hector, Joachim is not a whore. All these stories are either fiction or related to his past.

Isaac looks a little surprised and interested.

Isaac: So if the soul can withstand all these hellish tortures, humiliations, pain and trials, then… Hah, you mean to say that devils are former sinners?

How funny! All these pompous priests scare people with Hell, but a true sinner, on the contrary, will strive there if he understands that he has the opportunity to gain strength and power.

She's gonna hug him. He cannot escape it. "I'm not leaving anytime soon. I still wish to help you. Hector or NOT, you were still starved of legitimate care."

Isaac: Woman, buy yourself a big hug pillow.

He pulls away and brushes his clothes off.

Isaac: I’m not a helpless child, I don’t need anyone’s care. And if I theoretically want to hug someone, I have Goliath for that. Hmm, I wonder if a spray bottle of cold water works on holy cats?

"Do you...ever think you can move on? Even with everyone's help? Even with mine....?"

Isaac: Holy Cat, I’m not Hector.

I’m not going to climb up to the roof of the nearest skyscraper and jump off because I’m lost in my thoughts about the meaning of existence and all that bullshit.

I’m alive. I have a home. I have a purpose in life.

And a couple of kids to take care of because Soma is a walking disaster…

Isaac: Um, sure, I know Latin, Greek, and Aramaic. Every alchemist and sorcerer should know those languages.

I also speak Wallachian and Common East Slavic. And I know the Tuscan dialect.

I’m also studying Gothic script. You know, Lord Dracula has a particular passion for runic inscriptions.

Isaac raises the dagger and smirks.

Isaac: Holy Cat, I thought you were fighting «evil» and you decided to support the real villain?

Isaac: Hah, you think people didn’t run to the local witch for help before?

And the gypsies… The common people avoided them, despised them, but always wanted to know their fate from the old gypsy fortune-teller.

In fact, there are almost no real fortune-tellers left now.

Oh yeah, those people who call themselves witches, sorcerers, shamans, and psychics are mostly swindlers.

They take advantage of the gullibility of all sorts of fools and make money on it. Just look at the attributes that all these «witches» use. They themselves do not understand what forces they are calling upon.