Alexander Anderson sat in the Vatican, eagerly waiting for his next assignment. He yearned to bring divine punishment upon more unholy monsters, to send them back to the lowest depths of Hades. His hatred stemmed from his experience with a vampire in WWII. He fought in the service of Britain, fought his best, but a vampire made his way on the field, massacering both sides, making vampires and ghouls alike. Anderson hade taken a shot in the back, and was unable to move. The black creature made it's way to Anderson, but Anderson instead went for his gun, choosing to kill himself than become an unholy beast. An enemy artillery blast ironically saved him, obliterating the vampire and knocking him out. After the war, he became a priest, and eventually found his way into Section XIII- Iscariot. And now, the purpose of his life was to slay the damned.
Enrico Maxwell called in Anderson.
"Ah, Anderson. It's good to see you. Are you ready for your next assignment in the service of the Lord?" Maxwell said, grinning.
"Aye, that Ah am. Where are ye sendin' me?"
"Right to business, as always. Well, then, let's get to it. You will be going to a bastion of filthy heathen beasts. It's called Yokai Academy, a 'school' where monsters learn to blend in a human society, where they can do their dark deeds unseen. But the Lord sees, and we also."
"So, ye want me tae go an' bring them a guid taste o' divine punishment?"
"Exactly. We will bring a helicopter to bring you over, and we will drop you into the academy. It's large, and full of heathen swine. Take as long as you need."
"Aye. Ah'll start right away." Anderson stood up, and turned to the door. True enough, a helicopter was waiting right outside for Anderson. The Vatican wasted no time, and neither would he. Soon, the only thing one would see in Yokai s the shimmer of millions of holy bayonets protruding from the bodies of all the unholy beasts.