Castlevania, Season 1

Lisa:
You don't travel much, do you?

Dracula:
I can travel. This entire structure is a traveling machine.

Lisa:
But, you don't. Do you?

Lisa:
They won't be peasants anymore if you teach them. They won't live such short, scared lives if they have real medicine. They won't be superstitious if they learn how the world really works.

Dracula:
Why should I do that?

Lisa:
To make the world better. Start with me, and I'll start with you.

Dracula:
I think I might like you.

Lisa:
Don't hurt them! They don't understand!

Mayor:
Who's she talking to?

The Bishop:
I believe she's exhorting Satan not to take revenge on us, which I suppose is almost commendable, for a witch. Perhaps I'll say a prayer for her. A small one.

The Bishop:
I should minister to the Archbishop. I fear he's not long for this world, to be honest.

Mayor:
Off to heaven with him, eh? I suppose that's the ultimate goal for you priests, serving God in His true house and all that.

The Bishop:
It holds little appeal for me, to be honest.

Mayor:
Really?

The Bishop:
There's so much left to be done on earth. Wallachia could be God's own country had I but time to burn out all the evil that hides here.

[Dracula has just given Wallachia one year to make amends for sentencing his wife Lisa to death for witchcraft.]

Dracula:
One year. It will take me one year to summon an army from the guts of Hell itself!

[A set of heavy doors open and Alucard appears.]

Alucard:
No.

Dracula:
What do you mean, no? That woman was the only reason on earth for me to tolerate human life!

Alucard:
Then find the one who did the deed. If you loose an army of the night on Wallachia, you cannot undo it, and many thousands of people just as innocent as her will suffer and die.

Dracula:
THERE ARE NO INNOCENTS! Not anymore! Any one of them could have stood up and said, "No, we won't behave like animals anymore."

Alucard:
I won't let you do it. I grieve with you, but I won't let you commit genocide.

[Dracula growls and attacks Alucard.]

Arch-Bishop:
For twenty years now have I served you and God as the Arch-Bishop to Târgoviște Cathedral. Yet never before have I felt the love of God shine so upon this great city. A little more than one year ago, many of us suffered a vision during the God-willed punishment of a witch in our midst. The Devil himself came to us and threatened us with doom in one year! And yet, here we are. The Devil lied! Why should we be surprised?

[Clouds begin to cover the sun... ]

Arch-Bishop:
Do we not know the Devil for a liar? Do we not know his works to be illusions? Of course we do! Illusions and falsehoods hold no fear for us, for we are the righteous of Târgoviște, living as if cradled in the love of God!

[... and blood rains from the sky. As people scream, the cathedral's windows explode, raining huge shards that impale the Arch-Bishop and his canons, and Dracula's face appears in the sky.]

Dracula:
One year. I gave you one year to make your peace with your God. And what do you do? Celebrate the day you killed my wife. One year I gave you, while I assembled my armies. And now I bring your death. You had your chance.

Dracula:
Kill everything you see. Kill them all. And once Târgoviște has been made into a graveyard for my love, go forth into the country. Go now. Go to all the cities of Wallachia. Arges, Severin, Gresit, Chilia, Enisara! Go now and kill! Kill for my love. Kill for the only true love I ever knew. Kill for the endless lifetime of hate before me.

[During a bar fight, Trevor gets kicked in the groin - again.]

Trevor:
[groaning] Would you please leave my testicles alone?

Trevor:
I'm Trevor fucking Belmont, and I've never lost a fight to man nor fucking beast! [gets knocked down by Kob, who raises a chair over his head] Oh, shit...

[Trevor stumbles out of the tavern.]

Trevor:
Oh, Christ... [falls to his knees and vomits] Bastards, I hope you all bleed out... THROUGH YOUR ARSES! Every last rat-bastard of you...

[A priest raises a cross to strike the Elder.]

The Elder:
Will killing an old man make you less afraid of the dark?

Priest:
I don't know. Maybe it'll just make me feel better.

[Trevor lashes out with his whip. The cross lands in the dirt, along with the priest's index finger.]

Trevor:
Oh, hell. I'm sorry, I was trying to snatch the stave out of your hand. How's your finger?

Priest:
[through clenched teeth] What fucking finger?!

Priest:
Kill the bastard!

Trevor:
Look, I don't like priests at the best of times. I mean, I really, really don't like priests. If you leave now, we'll say no more about it.

Priest:
Kill him now!

Trevor:
Last warning, this'll get nasty...

The Elder:
There were speakers in Targoviste last year. The Church burned Dracula's wife at the stake as a witch.

Trevor:
Shit...

The Elder:
That is indeed one way of putting it.

Trevor:
Stone-eyed Cyclops, right out of the family bestiary... God shits in my dinner once again.

Sypha Belnades:
What happened?

Trevor:
You walked into a Cyclops. Turns you to stone with its eye, then feeds on your terror while you're trapped in your own body.

Sypha Belnades:
Did... did you climb on me?

Trevor:
Mmm, a bit.

Sypha Belnades:
That was rude!

Trevor:
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.

Trevor:
Right, I'll come back later. See if you can find some beer. [leaves]

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

The Elder:
Sypha, he saved your life!

Sypha Belnades:
He's rude!

Trevor Belmont:
You know...

Priest:
Silence! Look at you. You stink, you can barely keep your eyes open. What do you hope to achieve against us?

Trevor Belmont:
[smiles] Absolutely nothing.

Priest:
So you're going to die for nothing? For people you don't know?

Trevor Belmont:
I don't know any of you. But that doesn't matter, does it? My family - the family you demonized and excommunicated - has fought and died through generations for this country. We do this thing for Wallachia and her people. We don't have to know you all. We do it anyway. And it's not the dying that frightens us. It's never having stood up and fought for you. I am Trevor Belmont, of the House of Belmont, and dying has never frightened me.

Priest:
[draws a dagger] Good.

[Demons enter Gresit's cathedral.]

Bishop:
You cannot enter the house of God.

Blue Fangs:
God is not here. This is an empty box.

Bishop:
God is in all His churches.

Blue Fangs:
Your God's love is not unconditional. He does not love us. And He does not love you.

Bishop:
I have done His bidding. My life's work is in His name.

Blue Fangs:
Your life's work makes Him puke.

Bishop:
I am the Bishop of Gresit!

Blue Fangs:
Your God knows that we wouldn't be here without you. This is all your fault, isn't it?

Bishop:
[trembling] SHE WAS A WITCH!

Blue Fangs:
Lies? In your house of God? No wonder He has abandoned you. But we love you.

Bishop:
What?!

Blue Fangs:
We love you. We couldn't be here without you. [seizes the Bishop by the shoulders and opens its jaws] Let me... kiss you.

Adrian "Alucard" Tepes:
Do you have a God to put a last prayer to, Belmont?

Trevor Belmont:
Yeah. "Dear God, please don't let the vampire's guts ruin my good tunic."

Adrian Tepes:
What...?

[Trevor slips a knife into his chest, just short of his heart]

Adrian Tepes:
I can still rip your throat out.

Trevor Belmont:
You can. But it won't stop me staking you.

Adrian Tepes:
But you will still die.

Trevor Belmont:
But I don't care. Killing you was the point. Living through it was just a luxury.

[After a pause, Alucard laughs. Behind him, Sypha ignites flame between her fingers.]

Sypha Belnades:
I will incinerate you before your fangs touch that man's throat.

Adrian Tepes:
I thought I was your legendary savior.

Sypha Belnades:
So did I. But he saved my life.

Alucard:
You're a Speaker magician.

Sypha Belnades:
Yes, and his goal is mine: to stand up for the people.

Adrian Tepes:
...Good. Very good. A vampire hunter and a magician. You'll do. [He lets go of Trevor; his wound heals as he stands up] I am Adrian Tepes. Known to the Wallachians as Alucard... son of Vlad Dracula Tepes. I've been asleep here in my private keep under Gresit for a year, to heal the wounds dealt by my father when I attempted to stop him unleashing his demon armies.

Sypha Belnades:
You are the Sleeping Soldier!

Adrian Tepes:
I'm aware of the stories. I'm also aware that the Speakers consider the story to be information from the future. Do you know the whole story?

Sypha Belnades:
[reddening] Yes.

Adrian Tepes:
The Sleeping Soldier will be met by a Hunter, and a Scholar.

Trevor Belmont:
No one told me that.

Sypha Belnades:
Why do you think my grandfather tried everything to make you stay?!

Trevor Belmont:
I hate Speakers. [stands up, as Alucard dresses himself]

Sypha Belnades:
So, what happens now?

Adrian Tepes:
I need a Hunter, and a Scholar. [his enchanted sword flies into the sheath on his belt] I need help to save Wallachia, perhaps the world, and defeat my father.

Trevor Belmont:
Why?

Adrian Tepes:
...Because it is what my mother would have wanted. And we are all, in the end, slaves to our family's wishes.

Trevor Belmont:
You'll help us kill Dracula, and save Wallachia?

Adrian Tepes:
My father has to die. We three... we can destroy him.