Long ago people lived in peace and harmony. No one noticed the looming shadow among them.
Their senses clouded in darkness, evil ate away at their souls.
Lightning strikes, illuminating a dark chapel inside of the accursed castle, where a group of cloaked figures gather around a coffin.
In the late hour they congregate to call the powers of the unholy with sinful blood - to save them from their mortal existence.
An unconscious maiden lies naked on top of the coffin, surrounded by the cloaked figures, their eyes shining with a malicious light.
Then, a piercing shriek can be heard throughout the chapel, as one of the figure plunges a wicked looking dagger into her chest.
Evil has once again been made flesh.
The body of the woman vanishes in a dark cloud, and before long, the coffin starts to crack, then breaks, emitting a bright light, yet, it's anything but pleasant. It signals the completion of the ritual, as a dark silhouette rises, a sharp contrast to the bright energy coming out of the coffin.
He can become a bat, fog, or wolf and feasts on human blood.
The blinding light fades, and everyone can see the ruler of shadows himself, glorious in his malevolent resurrection.
Lord of darkness, master of Castlevania, *Dracula* walks among us!
