Castlevania Season 3: 5 Characters Who Deserve Origin Comics


I might have watched season 3 of Castlevania in 2 days and today there is no longer and I could, perhaps, be quite sad about it.

The reply I have seen online was fairly overwhelmingly favorable except for some (very justifiable) criticism of one particular narrative element I won’t go into here since S3 dropped March 5 and I am sure not everybody has had the time to float through it as I did.


As has been the pattern, we the fans were abandoned onto a hell (see what I did ) of a cliffhanger, and I know I am not alone in hoping we will find a season 4 confirmation and information of a release date soon.

Until then, there are a few characters, a lot of whom were brand new this season, I’d like to find out more about, and that I believe comics (maybe graphic books in either American or manga formats) would be a superb way to expand on characters and backstories.

Quick caveat: it has been about a million years since I played a Castlevania game and I haven’t read any of the old comics, so when I’ve missed a previous reference, apologies in advance and suppose I am starting from the evaluation of the Netflix series.

Additionally, I’m going to go on spoilers as light but if you want to go into season 3 like save this one for later.


We met Grandpa Belnades in S1 of Castlevania but I’m interested in Sypha’s parents because I would like to know the men and women who lent their genetics and some of the lives to the creation of the butt-kicking Speaker/elemental god. 

Back in Castlevania III: Dracula’s Curse (from which the show’s plotline turns outside ), the match in which Sypha was first introduced, her backstory involves the death of her parents in the hands of witch hunters. 

While the series is grounded in the larger mythos, details have diverged and ideally, I’d love for its older Belnades to be off on some mission of their own, perhaps crossing paths with Sypha, Trevor, along with Alucard someplace down the line or, even if they must be dead person, at faking let them have gone out swinging against a foe worthy of the legacy inherited by their union.


You wanted to like him. You wanted to trust him. He had been supposed to be the Germain.

And then.

The Judge triumphed in a past in the City, in civilization, and said he had been assigned to lead the small town in which Sypha and Trevor stumbled across him, but he never stated why. 

There’s no doubt he’s also a more than an adequate secretary and a skilled leader; not only is he a valuable commodity himself but someone spent time and tools to make him. 

Why then unless some scandal needed to be hushed up send him to the middle of nowhere. Unless he’d done something that no amount of money or degree could keep it quiet.

That, in retrospect, makes a lot of feels.


Who was he before all that? What was his first crime? How did it escalate? How long did he get away with it? How did he get caught?

Inquiring minds want to know.


In the Castlevania universe, Night Creatures are adored by humans with special abilities. Who was strong enough to bind a legion of the dead to the demonic form hostage in the basement of this small town Priory? 

Who had an ability so great they can craft an undead entity together with the power to open gateways through which individuals might enter Hell and demons might escape? Was it Isaac? Hector?

Can there be a forge master we haven’t met yet, one who escaped Dracula’s thrall or somebody who was never subject to it?

Was this night monster that an experiment went awry? Intended to be some new type of god? A devil?

So many possibilities. So many options for the most excellent narrative.


Vampire queens. The warrior and the genius. My new power couple, that’s for damn sure. One of the bads that are newest introduced into the universe this season, Morgan and Striga constitute half of the Council of Sisters, a four-girl unit which rules over Styria and has plans for a major expansion.

When they come together, the Sisters are well unto invincible each with her strengths, particularly now they have forge master Hector within their thrall. 


For me, and I’d wager for many others who see Castlevania, the name Lenore immediately conjures a certain poem by a certain poet all good goth kids know by heart, having soaked it in using their first application of black nail polish and inhaled it with the smoke out of their first clove cigarette.

The Lenore who sits on the Council of Sisters leans in sporting a gauzy veil reminiscent of the wings of a raven.