Thoughtfall Coalescence

Trevor ran a hand through his hair. Life in the capital of Wallachia was far more...serviceable to those looking to live in luxury, however it was something he cared not for. Sure he came from Nobility; the Belmont Family had been in God and King’s service since his ancestor Leon Belmont and it was his ancestor who first fought Dracula, Mathias Cronqvist. To this day, within the annals of Leon’s memoirs  he spoke highly of the man who would become Dracula, even after his fall, which is why he was here today to speak not only to the King but the Cardinal who sat along side the King, Basarab the Third, also known to his enemies Laiota the Old. And of course the room was rounded out with members of the advisory council and members of the Clergy.

“What is this Heretic doing here?” One member of the Clergy demanded, causing a frown to grow on the Belmont’s face. He wasn’t the only one, as the King and the Cardinal, Dormand the Wise, also shared his annoyance.

“I came at the behest of the King and the Cardinal themselves. I am many things, dear member of the Clergy, but treasonous I am not. I am a member of Wallachia’s Nobility and a child of this country; to not come when bade by the King… why I might as well gut myself and spare him the trouble.” Trevor replied, his tone bordering hostile.

“Calm yourself, Young Belmont.” Basarab ordered though he shared Trevor’s ire. “Your loyalty and service to Wallachia is well noted though I wish to learn more about the fall of Count Dracula. It is said you were in the company of a Vampire and a Witch.”

“Sypha Belnade and Adrian Tepes.” Trevor answered truthfully. “Sypha is indeed a Witch, but witchcraft does not equate to evil, and Adrian, better known as Alucard, is Dracula’s son, birthed by a maiden who died needlessly and caused Dracula to rampage and terrorize our lands.”

“You freely admit that you consorted with beings of Evil?” The Clergyman who spoke up earlier questioned with a sneer. “You are truly are heretic.”

“And you’re truly a fool.” Dormand spoke for the first time. “The word of God does condemn Witchcraft and those who seek idols outside of our faith, it does not mean they are evil. I knew of the Nomadic Gypsy tribes yet did not seek to destroy them, for they do not disrupt the faithful with their falsehoods.”

“And yet zealots such as your friend here sought them out and murder them like animals. True, the word of God spoke of such things, but they also took pleasure and did what they want to the women, and tortured the men. They may have practiced witchcraft, but they were far more human and worthy of God’s love than the clergy in Gresit.” Trevor replied with a frown. “The Church was so defiled with the taint of evil that it did not protect Bishop from being brutally murdered by the demon hordes as they stormed the place. The Word of God is great, but ever his vengeance is more when innocent blood is drawn.”

Several officials and clergy members whispered among themselves as Dormand narrowed his eyes. “Is what you say is the truth young Trevor?”

“Dracula’s wrath was incurred when his human wife was burned at the stake for being a Witch for simply learning science as a way to help others. The study of Alchemy and science is forbidden by the church, as it were, though it does not make sense.”

“Why?” Basarab questioned.

“Those who know the word of God knows that he has had a hand in the creation of this world.” Trevor spoke. “Thus, he knows the answers that we already seek, the questions we ask. Science isn’t Witchcraft, it’s discovering the mysteries of the world God has left us. Medicine and other remedies could keep our people alive longer, but its considered Witchcraft by the church, by closed minded individuals. Its these same individuals that condemned House Belmont as heretics and nearly wiped my clan out to extinction. What would have happened if they had succeeded? Who would have stepped up to Dracula, who could wipe our armies normally, now fueled by rage and grief?”

The silence was palpable, and some members of the Clergy paled. What would have happened if the Belmonts did not exist? The Vampire Killer was considered a Holy Relic bound by blood to that line. It was a terrifying though to be sure.

Hayama sighed as he finished setting the table for the dinner he cooked for Ochako and himself. She herself had passed her final exam and he was close to opening his own restaurant, the first step to his Spice World Domination. It’s true that it made him sound like a villain but it was a dream of his.

He paused as he considered how domestic he had become. He regularly had Ochako over to his place for dinner to the point that she lived here. She had met his mother-figure and inspiration Jun and Jun accepted the bubbly girl. It had been a long time since they had met, her being scammed by subpar cooks selling subpar sweets, to cheering her on as she slowly got better as a hero-in-training.

She had become a fixture in his life that honestly he did not expect, and she had been loving and kind to the nameless child given purpose through the culinary world and honestly, he was glad, glad that she accepted him for a human being.

He silent sat down at the small table actually partaking of the wine he brought, a Red one that was light on the alcohol and paired well with the food be cooked. 

“When did I fall in love with you, Ochako?” Hayama said to himself lowly as he took a sip. “When did I become a victim to your lovely gravity?”