Characters (c) Kohta Hirano, lyrics (c) Nightwish.
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I wish I had an angel/
For one moment of love/
I wish I had your angel/
Your Virgin Mary Undone/
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It began in 1944, when Alucard first tasted Walter's blood.
His blood was bitter as the fags he compulsively inhaled. The Boy was a virgin, yes, but so tainted with sin it was an insult to the word.
And yet there was just a trace, a glimmer, of something more. A delicious core of innocence, intoxicating as it was evanescent. Gore before it was realized. In that moment, Alucard had no thought, no will, no reason. Only craving, appetite, yearning – all of those and none and so much more. It was nothing which could be expressed in any dialect of mortals. Blood is the currency of the soul, but does soul have a language?
If it did, Alucard would compose poetry in that tongue for the boy, the assassin, The Angle of Death – Walter C. Dornez. Instead, he did the next best thing: altered his undead existence in accordance with the echo of desire Alcuard perceived from Walter's unwillingly spilt blood.
A girl. Young, beautiful, innocently androgynous. Dressed in white, like the guardian angel Walter clearly did not have.
This will be my new amusement.
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I'm in love with my lust/
Burning angel wings to dust/
I wish I had your angel tonight/
