necer0s asked: You mentioned Castlevania, so: Trevor Belmont for the headcanon meme?
Buddy you have answered the call and here are some headcanons about this disaster for this headcanon meme. Disclaimer that I know NOTHING about the games and this is 100% based on the show. Also, welcome to Latin Hour.
A: what I think realistically
Here are a set of three related headcanons that are my ride-or-die Opinions about this show.
First of all, the Belmont family was quite sizable—Belmont family proper, I’m sure there are any number of illegitimate children and/or other branches scattered around Europe. They were close, most of the family living on the hereditary estate with the exception of the transient full-time hunters, but tough love was very much the word of the day. It had to be, given their family duty and the sheer death rate. Technically the Belmont family motto is Numquam Retro, arched over the ancient family crest. But for as long as Trevor can remember, the real family motto has been this: no matter how good a Belmont is, there is always something just that little bit better. Aut cum scuto aut in scuto, reads the legend over the family mausoleum, either with shield or on shield, and it is much truer. Belmonts come home victorious, or they don’t come home.
Second of all, Trevor was the crowning jewel of the Belmont family—a talented warrior from a young age, well-versed in the bestiary, and devoted, so devoted, to the ideal. No one becomes as bitterly disillusioned as Trevor without having a long, long fall to get there.
Third of all, the Belmont family took their excommunication as they had taken every attempt to stop them from serving their duty: with stoic, stubborn disregard. They received the Bull informing them of their banishment and replied with a politely immovable “thank you but we’re rather too busy to be excommunicated right now.” The Catholic Church responded as was highly typical in the 1400’s.
Trevor was returning from an utterly mundane errand into town, seeking some small gift for his baby sister’s first kill, when he saw the smoke start to climb. He reached the estate just in time to watch the fire bring the roof down and cut the screaming short.
B: what I think is fucking hilarious
For the first little while of their journey, Sypha and Alucard are relatively sure that their third member is the muscle, the street-smarts, to their formal education.
Then Trevor busts out some fluent Latin to translate a book and adds a snide insult for good measure, o salvator somnelente mi.
They are both dumbfounded, and Trevor rolls his eyes at them.
“The Belmonts weren’t just a bunch of country drunks,” he points out, and tosses the book carelessly at Alucard. “We were scholars too. Carry that, would you?”
C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends
The three of them have been on the move, hunting for Dracula’s castle, for a full month and a half when Alucard finds Trevor sitting on watch outside the ransacked farmhouse they’ve claimed as shelter from the weather. Normally, even if he’s drinking or on watch or distracted, Alucard struggles to get the drop on Trevor, which is far more of a statement about Belmont House’s skill than Alucard suspects even Trevor himself realizes. This time, Trevor jolts, even though Alucard takes care to make noise so as not to alarm Sypha.
“Belmont?” Alucard asks, crouching down to be on eye level with him. “Are you all right?”
Trevor doesn’t respond—in all honesty, seems to barely hear the question. “I had a baby sister,” Trevor says distantly. “Older twins, too, but my baby sister—she just killed her first werewolf about a year and a week ago. I got back just in time for the celebration.”
Alucard sits down beside him, cautious. “That is quite an achievement. How old was she?”
“Fourteen.” Trevor blinks, takes a deep breath and lets it out, studies the moon with uncommon concentration. “She burned, a year ago, with my brother, and my elder sister, and my parents, my cousins…”
“Ah,” Alucard says quietly, and does the math. “Your family must have been quite large.”
“Forty of us,” Trevor confirms. “And every single one of them died in that fire.”
Alucard nods, and tucks his knees up so that he can wrap his arms around them, and they sit there in the quiet for a while. If there’s a trace of moisture beading on Trevor’s lashes, neither of them mention it.
“I cannot imagine what it feels like,” Alucard says at last, barely a whisper, “to lose so many loved ones to the fire.”
“No,” Trevor confirms. “But you have a better idea than most.”
D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway
There’s not really enough canon to make a judgement one way or another, but.
I really fiercely want the more intelligent demons—it’s clear that some, if not all, of the Night Horde are human-level intelligent—to start to…remember. Once upon a time the House of Belmont was the most feared force in Hell, the levee that held back the tide of the supernatural from washing over the majority of the populace. Now the levee has been broken (burned) and the tidal wave is rushing in and the demons are running free—
And some of them, meeting a stubborn-jawed man with alcohol on his lips and the ancient crest on his chest, think twice.
Thinking twice is, more often than not, the last thing they do on this plane of existence, before the silver of Alucard’s sword or Sypha’s power strikes them down, or before the last son of the House of Belmont lashes out with whip and blade and holy water.
Those that escape spread the word: despite the Church’s best efforts, there is still a Belmont abroad in the land, and he has allies, and he is doing his family proud.
Strange, perhaps, that the last Belmont would be flattered by the rumors of a demon horde.
