Hard Times in the Big Easy
Jack D. Belmont Sr.
Allegedly the greatest mortal monster hunter in recorded history.
Jack Daniel Belmont Senior, born April 5, 1942, is believed by the The Belmont Family to be the greatest Hunter to have ever lived. He was strong, skilled, and dedicated to seeking out and eradicating monsters almost to the complete exclusion of all else. His strength was unmatched, his skill peerless, his faith so great that his trademark silver blade could cast down the spells of even the most potent witches with an offhanded sweep.
Unfortunately, for all his prowess as a hunter, he was a worthless father and husband. His wife, Christine Belmont, a fellow born and bred hunter, and no slouch herself, left him over his obsessiveness, and tried to take his son. She received an extended hospital stay for her efforts, and poor Jack Junior was ‘raised’, if it could even be called that, by his single father from the age of 12 onward.
Not all the blame for his obsession, or credit for his talents, can be laid entirely at his feet. They both stem from a stroke of luck that eventually turned on the man. In 1967, at age 25, two years after his son’s birth, Jack Sr. was hunting a dark witch, a necromancer, and lucked into finding the twisted freak duking it out with another of his dark kind: An enforcer of the witches’ laws, one of the grey-cloaked witches that the Belmonts knew better than to take on alone. He saw the witch cutting down spells and constructs as if they were nothing with his silver blade, and a plan occured to him.
When the fight had ended, the Witch Enforcer stood alive but badly wounded, and Jack put a quick and quiet end to him, before the enforcer even knew what had happened to him. He took the cloak and blade, and thus was the true beginning of the legend of Jack Belmont. He killed more witches than any other Belmont with the spellbreaking blade, and has a dozen of them collected in his personal armory within three years, with matching cloaks. But he never admitted to his brethren that he was using a witch’s magic weapon. He was obsessive and unscrupulous, not stupid.
The last of the dozen enforcers changed things. Jack had always been a bit obsessive, but not too much more so than the average Belmont. After killing that twelfth enforcer, something changed drastically in him, and his pursuit of monsters and injustice became far, far worse. He had finally slipped up and given the enforcer a chance to lay a death curse, and it propelled his obsession with hunting monsters into near-insanity, while simultaneously making him unable to recognize witches that were untainted by dark magic.
Jack Sr. passed away in 1987, at the age of 45. His funeral in Romania was attended by almost every active Belmont, except his son.