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They both followed him to a lodging in the distance and found nine speakers waiting inside as they entered. A young man with short curly brown hair and brown skin, stood up as they did.
“Elder! We were worried about you. We told you it was too soon to go outdoors” he said.
“And I told you it was necessary to afford aid to the people. However, I was met by some of the Christian priests” The elder, said.
“Are you alright?” He replied.
“Thanks to these two” The elder, said, as he looked back at the siblings with a smile.
Trevor scratched his chin, while (Y/n) gently waved happily at them. She actually began slowly tuning out the more that they talked, while going over and sitting down with the rest of the speakers. Gently swinging her legs and enjoying their company, as they did with her’s.
“Alright. If I find your grandchild, will you please leave this city by nightfall?” Trevor said.
The elder frowned. “Yes” He replied, to which Trevor then stretched his arms while cracking his fingers.
“Come on, (Y/n), let’s go” He said, while walking towards the door and grabbing an apple out of one of the speakers hand. (Y/n) gently waved at the ones who right by her, before quickly following him as he took a bite out of the apple.
“Also, you all don’t go walking about looking for people to give support to. Stay right here”
After leaving and traversing the city again, Trevor and (Y/n) reached a dead end in the catacombs, as they were trying to find the missing boy. A large, monstrous humanoid cyclops appeared out of the shadows, snarling and roaring as it stared down at the two.
“A Cyclops? I’m never gettin’ used to these things…” Trevor grumbled, readying his whip.
While his sister’s pupils and claws immediately sharpen as she saw it, with veins appearing on her head, before she quickly sped ahead, and sliced at its calf as she slid under it.
The cyclops bellowed in pain and fury, its single eye flashing crimson as it swung a massive fist at the agile vampire girl. She tumbled out of the way, rolling to safety as the blow shattered the stone wall.
Trevor cracked his whip, the leather lash snapping and curling around the beast's thick neck. He yanked hard, trying to pull it off balance, but the cyclops was monstrously strong. It stumbled but quickly righted itself, roaring as it grabbed the whip and tore it from Trevor's hands with ease.
"Damn..." the young hunter cursed, drawing his dagger. He knew they couldn't keep this up forever. The cyclops was too powerful, too relentless. And in the close confines of the catacombs, they had no room to maneuver.
Trevor glanced at his sister, seeing the feral intensity in her eyes, the way her kimono fluttered around her as she darted and slashed at the cyclops' legs. She was fighting with all her skill and speed, but even that seemed to be waning against the monster's stamina.
An idea struck him. Quickly, he called out to her,"Y/n, the eye! Go for the eye!"
She glanced at him, understanding flashing in her gaze. The cyclops swung a massive fist, and she dove under it, rolling between its legs. Then, with blinding speed, she leapt up and slashed at its eye with her claws, aiming for the sensitive orb.
The cyclops screamed, a deafening, ear-splitting roar that shook the very tunnels. It stumbled back, clutching at its ruined eye, black blood gushing between its fingers. Its other eye, the good one, darted wildly, unable to focus on the elusive prey.
Trevor saw his chance. He lunged forward, dagger flashing as he stabbed it into the cyclops' throat, twisting and sawing until he felt the blade scrape against bone. The monster gurgled, blood frothing from its mouth, before it crashed to the ground with a bone-jarring thud.
Panting, Trevor wiped his blade clean on the creature's tattered robes before sheathing it. He turned to his sister, who was already returning to her normal size, her kimono stained with cyclops blood.
"Nice work, sis," he replied.
He then caught the speaker’s grandchild as their stoned body was about to topple over, before the magic wore off. As it did, they both find that it’s actually a woman with peach blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin.
She immediately got out of his arms and threw up upon regaining consciousness.
“Granddaughter then, huh” Trevor replied, as he walked over and yanked it sword out the beast’s eye. “I wish speakers wouldn’t do that”
“What?” The woman replied.
“Dress the girls, like boys” he replied.
The woman wiped off some puke that was on her mouth, before responding to Trevor.
“It’s the most effective way to disguise and protect ourselves from the crusaders. This is a war, after all.”
Trevor grunted in response, while putting his sword back into its sheath. He glanced over at (Y/n), before looking back at the woman in front of him.
“What happened?” she questioned.
“You walked into a cyclops. Turns you into stone with it’s eyeball and feeds on your terror while your trapped in your own body” he replied.
She then quirked her eyebrow in slight annoyance. “Did…did you climb on me?”
“Hm, a bit” He replied.
She crossed her arms. “That was rude”
“Excuse me?”
“Who are you, anyways?”
“Me and my sister here met your grandfather. He wouldn’t leave the city until he had your body. We came down here to recover your remains so that the speakers would get to safety” He added.
“But, the sleeping warrior is still down here” she replied.
“There is no sleeping warrior, just the psyches. You’re not popular around here” he rebutted.
“The old wisdom says the tomb is guard—“
He casually waved her off, which earned him a glare from (Y/n). “Yeah, yeah. Come on. Your people think your dead, the least you could do is set that old man’s mind to rest”
“He thinks I’m dead?” She replied, in concern.
“He wasn’t much wrong. Killing a cyclops is the only way to restore a victim, didn’t think we’d manage it” he replied.
“Who are you?” She replied, sternly.
“Trevor…Belmont. And like I said, this is my sister, (Y/n)” he replied.
“But the Belmonts fight monsters” she replied.
“Well, unlike her, I’m out of practice. Let’s show you to your grandfather and then you come down here and get killed again” he replied, sarcastically.
She sighed as he began walking away. “Very well. I’m Sypha Belnades….”
“I don’t care” he replied.
(Y/n) then gently held her hand and smiled politely from behind her bamboo muzzle. As if to apologize for his behavior.
Trevor grunted, still annoyed by the whole situation. He led the way back through the catacombs, Sypha following close behind with (Y/n) by her side. The young vampire girl gave the woman a comforting squeeze on the hand, offering a friendly smile.
As they walked, Sypha couldn't help but study the back of Trevor's head, her brow furrowed."You're not like the other Belmonts, are you?" she commented, her voice echoing slightly in the stone tunnels.
Trevor glanced back at her, raising an eyebrow."What's that supposed to mean?" he asked gruffly.
Sypha shrugged. "The Belmonts are supposed to be... different. Holy warriors, dedicated to fighting evil. But you're so... casual about it. Crude, even."
Trevor snorted. "Well, excuse me for not being a shining paragon of virtue," he retorted. "I'm just here to do a job, not play the part of some noble hero."
They soon emerged from the tunnels into the Speaker's lodging. The elder and the young man who had spoken before rushed over to Sypha, relief etched on their faces.
Sypha embraced her grandfather, murmuring,"I'm alright, Grandfather. Thanks to these two."
The elder turned to Trevor and (Y/n), his eyes shining with gratitude. "My thanks, young Belmont. And your sister. We are in your debt."
Trevor waved him off dismissively. "Don't mention it. Just be ready to leave the city by nightfall, like you promised."
Sypha pulled back from her grandfather, her expression serious. "And the sleeping warrior? We cannot leave until he is found."
Trevor rolled his eyes. "I already told you, there is no damn sleeping warrior. It's just a myth."
Sypha shook her head. "No, it's real. The old texts speak of a warrior who sleeps until the time of greatest need. And I believe that time is now."
“Your messiah. Isn’t. down there” Trevor argued.
“And what makes you so sure?” Sypha replied, while glaring.
“You speaker carry information down through the generations. We Belmonts past things down as well. Do you remember what we saw down there? Metal veins pumping hot liquid, torches that light up by themselves, that exactly fit descriptions written by my great ancestors. I don’t what’s down there, but it’s not a messiah. I’ll leave you all to it” He added, as he motioned for his sister to follow him as he walked towards the door.
“No, no, nonsense. Please, stay as long as you’d like. I cannot begin to repay what I owe you” The old man replied.
“You’re leaving tonight. Remember?” Trevor replied.
“W..well, yes, until then”
“Right, I’ll come back later. See if I can find some beer” Trevor added, as he walked out the door, while (Y/n) rolled her eyes and followed him. Making sure to stay underneath his cape to shield her from the sun.
“I could pee in a bucket and tell him it’s beer” Sypha said, unamused.
“Sypha, he saved your life” her grandfather scolded softly.
“So did his sister, but unlike him, she isn’t rude”