Ah, Julius Belmont. He was... something else. When I discovered him in AoS, he was everything I'd expected from a Belmont... and beyond. He was quick, nimble, agile -- yet uncompromisingly powerful. He was unprecedentedly skillful with the whip, yet his arsenal went far beyond. He had it all: holy water, axe, boomerang, holy cross. He jumped, once, twice -- then kicked back down with astonishing speed; he could tear through the air like no other. And then, of course, it happened...
OMNIA VANITAS!
I was left speechless.
And that was before Heart of Fire started playing in the background.
But alas! This could not last. For Sorrow soon Dawned upon me as I saw him return -- weak, tired, hurt; a mere shadow of his former self. He had lost his most prized abilities; no longer could he tear through the air, as swift as a falcon in the morning mist; gone was his elegance as he evaded his hapless enemies, all but invisible to them. He was slow; his step was dragging. And then... Oh, the tragedy! He fell to the fiery Dario. Now disgraced, he wasn't even allowed to bear his own theme -- overshadowed as he was by Trevor's mighty figure.
O great Konami, I beg of you! Erase those dreadful memories from my sickened features; forever dispel this dreadful cartoon of a once-great warrior! And, at long last, restore the mighty Julius to great heights of Olympus, where this formidable hero truly belongs!