Muse on a certain new Belmont to the canon --

[relictusdeus]

Victor Belmont, is it? ...And the very last of his clan? [Isaac sighs with theatrical flair and leans deeply into his seat, rolling his eyes.] Good riddance. I was beginning to think we would never be rid of them.

[And by we he means I. No solidarity with the mun here.

He can't help but wonder sometimes, while considering the other Belmonts he has met here and elsewhere, if other devil forgemasters surfaced after Hector and himself. Perhaps their kind died with them.

After a moment he decides to have another look at the image the mun has provided him, leveling it an appraising, critical look in the hopes of making out more of the details.]

...Dear me, 'twould seem they become progressively uglier the further one looks down they line. [A laugh bubbles out of him.]  I suppose it serves this one well. A lesser demon shall have but one look at him and balk, running for the hills.

[Uhhh, I'm not sure I think so, Isaac]

My sweet Lady Mundane, I do not recall asking you your opinion.

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Apologies for icon choice. *FOL*

[poweroflegend]

You live in a world where that clan endures. How tragic.

NEVER

[relictusdeus]

[More tragic is being forced to live when he has been ready to die for a very long time. But to reveal as much would be to offer a self-righteous Belmont ammunition, he thinks.]

If it is my fate to be trapped within this headspace and denied rest, then I shall make it my purpose to acquaint myself with each of your dear descendents, and ensure that they will remember me well every waking moment of their lives.

[There's the smile tinged with dark promise.]

...How fortunate it is that you lived. [Never did he think he would come to say such a thing.]

[poweroflegend]

As a farmer remembers a stray dog harrying him on the way to his fields, I suppose.

[A hand over his chest. Forgemaster has a point. He grins. Smirks really.]

How fortunate your sister is a healer without parallel.

[relictusdeus]

[A soft snort verging on disdain.] Should he survive the bite.

[His half-lidded gaze drops - or slides, rather - from Trevor's, lingering a beat too long where his hand rests. He didn't have to agree with a man or fight on the same to find something about him that he fancied.]

Not too loudly, now, lest you are to incite the wrath of your woman.

[A low giggle escapes him.]

[poweroflegend]

This one did.

[Liking the view, you man-giggler, you?]

Hardly. She is as indebted to Julia as I am.

But what of yourself? I'm surprised her being with your erstwhile friend hasn't incited yours.

[relictusdeus]

[Yes, it's a perfectly fabulous chest he'd have you know, and this coming from a man whom has eyeballed many.

What makes you think it hasn’t?, he muses – but he merely scoffs before glancing aside, as if the very idea of being furious with Hector taking to Julia is beneath him.

He wasn’t an ignorant fool; he had seen her consort with him through his scrying ball in moments of idleness and curiosity. Was it terrible to wish the best for his sister who had known the madness and hate of humans, but to ache with sickness at the thought of who seemed to have caught her eye? Perhaps it wasn’t so; perhaps they were merely--]

Should he dare impose himself on her or otherwise be a nuisance, 'tis in her power to ensure that he is made useless as a man.

[Julia would never have the heart to do such harm to anyone. Her downfall, he muses grimly.

Nope, not talking about himself. Nopenopenope.]