Just thought I'd thank my little group of faithful followers/commenters/watchers. You have no idea how pleased I am to know someone is enjoying this bumpy ride. But... Prepare to hate me now. :) *ahem* More unedited lust and thrust ahead.


Alucard toed the line of the black glittering lake of Cocytus and leaned over to look into the ice that covered this portion of the endless winding river. He squinted his eyes as the snow storm that raged perpetually in Satan's ring of Hell kicked up more force, pelting him with frigid ice and snow as it blew his cloak and hair chaotically around him. Shaking his head and holding his hair back he tried to ignore the strong storm to try and look deeper into the nearly hypnotic frozen river. He could see little below the frozen river which prompted him to lean further down to the icy surface but he rose back quickly when a hand began to beat on the frozen river from the other side. Alucard watched with a sense of fearful awe as a familiar face screamed at him from beneath the ice, the water completely muffling anything and everything he was yelling.

The man beat clawed hands against his icy cage, his fingers bloody and nails torn from beating against it constantly to try and free himself. Alucard found he could not suffer the horrid sight of the scared man and started to slam his metal boot into the ice to try and aid the pitiful man in escaping his eternal torment but before he could something reached up and ensnared the terrified man and yanked him back away from the ice cap. Alucard dropped to his knees and peered into the ice to try and see where the man had been taken but the darkness had taken over beneath the ice again and made visibility non-existent.

"I see you found Mathias' prideful little soul."

Alucard turned around to face the voice of Satan, frowning deeply at the demon lord of the inferno. "I don't understand how you could treat your own children with such hate, Lucifer. Mathias surely does not deserve this fate you forced on him." The vampire snapped at Satan as he rose to his feet with enough force to cause his cloak to shift around his legs, uncaring of the possible repercussions for his words. Nothing got under his skin more than a parent treating their own children with such disregard. It was unthinkable to him to even fathom it.

Even if he could care less about what happened to the Keepers of Hell or to Satan's acolytes on earth he still did not understand how Satan could treat them so cruelly. They were still his blood. "I could never have treated Simon with anything less than love because he was my son. Even father has always held love for me despite everything I ever did to him." Alucard either chose to omit the final cruelty of his father or forgot it entirely in his anger at Satan's treatment of his own seed. Satan smirked at Alucard, seemingly finding amusement in the brief flaring of the young man's anger at his treatment of his children.

"Believe me, little one; my children are nothing like you or your son. They are monsters that I gave life to but they are abysmal creatures that deserve pity from no one, not even you. My half-human spawn are pathetic and only wish to be rewarded not loved. Do not get the two desires mixed up." Satan glanced down to the frozen river where Mathias had once been beating desperately against the ice then back up to Alucard.

"Mathias deserves this fate. His egotistical view, of himself being better than I, sealed his fate. It did not matter that he offered his body up for my use because he did it to garner some form of grace from me, at least that is what he assumed. He had not thought I would use it the way I did and now he has learned a harsh lesson."

Alucard stared unhappily at Satan for his cold words for a moment before he made an undignified sigh and walked away from the frozen water and back toward the throne room. Once entering from the frozen elements, he was careful as he crossed over the sea of black material that decorated the floor, throne and even up the walls. The vampire's lips pulled into a deep frown as his long ago damaged leg started to give him twitching fits.

He was loathe to find his once barely noticeable limp had become far more visible since suffering the cruelty of Satan and was more prone to deeper aches than previously. The very thought of this possibly being permanent and just that much more of a handicap in battle was beyond souring for Alucard as he worked his hand up to his hip to massage it.

Alucard rubbed at his aching leg with a grimace as he silently cursing Satan for everything he'd gone through, stopping and easing himself into the demon lord's throne to wait for the fit to end. The vampire unbuckled his heavy boots and slid them off to set them to the side of the throne in hopes the removal of the weight might help. Glowering at Satan as the man followed him into the looming black marble throne room, he tried to ignore the man but the fallen angel had no intentions of being ignored.

Alucard stiffened as the fallen angel lowered himself to his knees in front of him and began to stroke along his hip that led into his lame leg. "Don't touch me." Alucard warned, trying to push Satan's wandering hands away from his covered hip. Satan made an amused sound in his throat at the young man's defensive actions, flicking his dark eyes up to catch Alucard's. "Does your father's injury still hurt?"

"Your injury." Alucard corrected him in a low tone, narrowing his eyes. "It has only been made worse by you and what you have done to me." The vampire's voice dripped of venom, remembering clearly his exhausting journey through the dark unseelie forest and the subsequent horrific abuse brought on by Satan himself. The unabashed pleasured groans of the demon lord as he'd suffered and begged him to stop still haunted him, causing Alucard to pull his dark green cloak tighter around his frame unconsciously.

Satan made a pleased sigh as he continued to rub Alucard's thigh and upper leg through his black leggings, "You make such lovely sounds when you are hurt, little one. I wish you could hear them as I do and know the beauty of pain and suffering."

Alucard flinched at Satan's seemingly random dark words but realized the man must have heard what he had been thinking. He tried to push Satan's hands away again with a scowl but the man caught his claws in his hands and brought them to his lips to rub against them. "Your pain is beautiful but I would much prefer to hear the sounds you make whenever you are enjoying yourself, little one. I've seen the subdued pleasures you gave to me as 'Mathias' and the way you wantonly cried out as your former lover took you in your dreams. I wish to see you in such a state of complete abandonment beneath me. "

Alucard's mouth trembled at Satan's gall to want such a thing from him and he refused to even acknowledge it. Instead he pulled his hand back from Satan, deciding to start a new topic that he honestly wished to know about. "Has my father managed to kill any of your abysmal children yet?" Alucard noticed the way Satan's lip twitched at his question, an obvious sign that the angel wasn't pleased. He'd come to notice the little tic being so near him and this particular one typically meant one should run to avoid his wrath.

"Unfortunately yes. In the man's unending tirade against me he has murdered that coward Abaddon and thick-headed Nephilim, though they were weak so I expected nothing less."

Alucard couldn't help but laugh aloud at Satan's choice of words about Abaddon, though he hadn't seen enough of the demon before his death to know of his character or how true it was. Satan's insistence of calling him a "coward" was too amusing considering the fallen angel's own showing of it in the past against his father. "I suppose he had to have inherited it from somewhere now didn't he? Did he possess someone to keep from feeling the pain of father's fury like you did with me?" Alucard spat at Satan, his lip curling into a mocking grin.

Satan narrowed his eyes at Alucard, the dark veins that ran along them straining at the action, "Careful, Trevor, you don't need to earn yourself my heavy hand again for saying such perfidious words…" The fallen angel's nails began to dig into Alucard's hip in a painful warning, the sharp nails digging through the fabric and into the skin beneath to cause the vampire to wince at the biting pricks.

"…besides it was the best course of action in possessing you. I hadn't realized how wonderful of an idea it was until I filled your lifeless supple body with my darkness and was able to see what an exquisite host you were, inside and out. Not only did I gain a powerful form to use against your father but…"

Satan smirked as he lifted one dark veined hand up to press against Alucard's sunken chest, rubbing against it lightly as the vampire flinched from the touch and tried to scoot away. "…I also enlisted myself a new servant. You may think yourself so unwilling but you still gave into my influence easily. You were so tormented by your inner darkness that you offered yourself up to me to rid yourself of it by any means necessary. If your father still cared for you how do you think he would feel to know you still harbor feelings of malice for him? And what of all those dark thoughts that the darkness wishes you to do? Indeed Trevor, if not for your wavering will power, you would have long ago become just like Gabriel, perhaps even worse."

Alucard grimaced at the reminder of his ultimate surrender to the fallen angel and the reason he did so. It was true. He still heard the sing of some inner darkness that must have come from his dark blood or his subdued anger, perhaps a combination of the two. He did not know. Whatever it was it had tried to sway him for as long as he could remember into becoming something he was not, to be like the cruel creatures that vampires were by nature. To give into his anger like his father before him had done…. But to Alucard the worst part of this darkness was that, despite the distance he had come in rebuilding his relationship with his father, in more than one way as it were, he still felt such anger at him for what he forced him to become.

Alucard had forgiven his father… but his darkness had not and never would. Alucard visibly shuddered at his thoughts, knowing that he'd been able to keep his darkness at bay thus far but feared he was slipping… what sort of beast would he become if he became ensnared by his misery like his father before him had? The thought alone terrified him completely.

Satan rubbed a slow line against Alucard's chest, noticing the conflict written all over the young man's face. "Worry not; I know how to free you from it, little one. And I will offer it to you in the near future." Alucard looked untrustingly at Satan but his dark eyes still held a glint of curiosity of what the fallen angel meant by 'freeing' him of his darkness. He might have asked what he was offering but Satan spoke again to silence it.

"But speaking of inner darkness… you should have seen the way Gabriel killed my children. From the cruel way he put them down I'd swear I was seeing the path of destruction from Gabriel of Millennia ago when he was the evil tyrant 'Dracul' who laid waste to all of humanity. I wonder… is his dark half emerging after a long dormancy?"

Alucard's brow crinkled at Satan's words about his father's darkness. He remembered very well aiding the man to break free from it ages ago as he'd gently urged him to reclaim his tattered humanity. Alucard held little influence within the man's mind but Dracula had, seemingly, been able to pull himself from most of his inner demons, though he was still privy to his dark ways just not as severely so. Nothing like the monster born of despair he had been long before. But…was it possible that his father was falling back into old ways? Any other time he would have denied it but after the recent events he could not be so sure any longer… he could still feel the phantom fingers of his father's hand wrapped tightly and mercilessly around his throat.

Picking up on Alucard's thoughts Satan smiled a secret smile as he cast a glance to his oculus just to the side of the throne. He knew his plan beyond the rings of Hell was almost at its head so he needed to snatch this moment while he could in hopes of giving his soon to be audience member a grand show. "Your father will always be damned to his dark fate Trevor, you cannot deny this. He is falling back into his ways of old that almost make me look like a saint." Alucard bristled and glared at Satan, curling his lip slightly at him. "You are wrong, Lucifer. My father will not revert back to what he was. I pulled him back from that and was able to ease it. He will not make my hard work for naught."

Satan chuckled darkly at the young man's words, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly at him. "That was before child. Gabriel did not desire to be tamed of his darkness and he only kept himself in check because of you alone… but now you have fallen out of his graces completely. This fluke of him showing his dark half is not without coincidence and it shows he no longer sees you as worthy of his attentions or worthy of fighting against his own blood for."

The vampire flinched at Satan's stabbing words and shoved past the fallen angel and his seeking hands to traverse the sea of black toward Satan's fallen angel flanked oculus. He was careful not to get caught up in the piles of cloth by his gimp leg until he stopped in front of the cursed mirror and stared into the crimson glass, avoiding his completely inhuman state that had long before shriveled the brief vitality he had taken in. The overly pale and sunken body he currently reflected was now so much more painful for him to behold after being given a glimpse of his former humanity despite the high price it had cost him to see it. Alucard tried to forget the pitiful cries of the satanic worshipper as he'd killed her but he knew he could never forget it... his broken vow would weigh heavily on him forever more.

"You're wrong. I know you are. My father would not give in so easily to either his darkness or to abandoning me. You are mistaken." Alucard announced firmly, shaking his head against Satan's words. Satan snorted and rose up elegantly from where he had remained crouched, running a finger along the black stone before lifting the hand to snap his fingers, the sound echoing in the cavernous area. At once the oculus flared to life, revealing a wavering silent image of Dracula's bygone battles against Nephilim and Abaddon.

Alucard jerked in surprise at the welcome image of his father appearing in the crimson mirror and he felt a great sense of hope and happiness at seeing his father and Laura battled the titanic Nephilim. He silently cheered his father on in his struggle against the titan but his initial joy was quickly tempered when he witnessed the familiar darkness creep into his father's eyes as he tore the gold adorned Keeper of Gluttony's head in half at the jaws. The subsequent image of Dracula standing over a fear gripped Keeper of Limbo was just as sobering for him as he watched his father painfully twisted and tear the demon's arm from its body, the same malice and want to cause suffering all of rolling from the man's body.

Alucard had haughtily told the Keepers of Hell that he'd wished their demise to be cruel and bloody but he had not meant it at this cost, no matter if they deserved it or not. This image of his father in the midst of dispatching these demons was terrifying to him. He was bearing witness to a specter of the past that had been conquered by his father, or he had thought. This was not the man who had found a shred of his humanity and had kept it alive. This was the Dracul of old that delighted in causing only torment and misery. It was a foreboding discovery for Alucard and he did not know how to react to the numbness and dread it brought.

Satan watched Alucard's reflection; finding himself pleased at the pained look that pulled on the vampire's reflected face as the bloody images faded from sight. Noticing something beyond the mirror that Alucard could not, Satan smiled as the image of a white wolf leading Dracula into a room of mirrors wavered to life. The fallen angel was going to relish this moment as he forced the man to watch him break his son's resolve. Whispering his thoughts to the snarling man he turned his full attention back to Alucard who was completely unaware of his father uselessly beating on the other side of the glass to try and get his attention.

"Are you so sure? Don't tell me you've forgotten the cruel way Gabriel treated you the last time you saw him. Would your caring father of old have done that to you? Would he have turned so completely on you and essentially told you to your face that he cared not what happened to you?"

Alucard's eyebrows curved and his lips twisted at Satan's words that struck a chord so deep he didn't want to admit it. He had been unable to get the man's flashing eyes and snarling lips out of his head since their falling out, perhaps even more so than his defilement by Satan's hands. Satan had broken his body and cracked his virtues but his father had broken something so much deeper that they'd formed over the years even if it was tinged with an original desire for revenge on his end. Over time he'd come to care for his father in ways he'd never thought possible and to be treated so ruthlessly by him after it all and to see him falling into his darkness again… there were so many reasons why it was worse than Satan forcing himself on him.

"Trevor…" Satan whispered coming up and turning the vampire to look at him, his gold eyes looking too kindly at him, "Your father is not coming for you. He only wishes to see me dead and that is the only reason he comes at all. It allows him to unleash the evil he has always been and always will be. You play no part in that man's actions any longer." Satan flicked his eyes up to the oculus, mentally sneering at the heaving angry reflection of Dracula he could clearly see standing there but Alucard was completely ignorant of.

"No…" Alucard shook his head, his hopes that Dracula would not abandon him hanging on by the barest of threads in light of everything. His hope alone kept him hanging on to it. He appreciated Yoko and Julius and their compassion with every fiber of his being, if they still cared at all, but it was still dim in comparison to what he achieved from his father. He'd come to accept and appreciate the small acts of kindness and even love the man was capable of showing him and he wished not to part from it.

Alucard had long moved on from being the wraith that clung to the shadows that only looked at the world around him and stayed clear of attachments. He'd done so after losing his family and Grant. It hurt too much to lose those he cared about but he'd finally found something almost accidently that would not leave him so easily… at least he had thought it would not. He was not sure he could survive losing this as well.

"Yes…" Satan rebutted, lifting Alucard's face and drinking up the fragmenting hope reflecting there, "You cannot change your father and you should not suffer by his hand. He has abandoned you but I promise despite my ability for cruelty I would never abandon you. I told you I do not forget crimes against me and they must be chastened in kind, but who doesn't wish to lash out when they are wronged? Surely even you have done the same. But once my punishment is dealt I move on. Have I not shown you kindness since Limbo? Was I not gentle the last time I explored your frightened body?"

"But… I did not want that..." Alucard meekly whispered. Through his hazy memory of Satan claiming him the previous time he could mainly remember forced images of his times with Grant and little of the fallen angel. All he could recall was a brief memory of far more restrained touches by Satan that had been in a far contrast from their first horrid encounter. It had been like night and day and it was frightening… perhaps most frightening because some desperate part of him, bore from the idea of lost desired love, almost enjoyed the fragmented memory of Satan's touch. God, it was horrifying to know that. The serpent was getting to him but he had to resist. He had to.

Satan chuckled lightly and lifted a hand to push some of Alucard's pale hair from his face before settling his hand on the young man's cool cheek, noticing the way he started to lean into the gentle touch but stopped himself. "But was it not wonderful? Did you not enjoy me worshipping your body just as you should worship me as your God?"

Alucard shook his head violently enough to whip his hair madly about his face as he snarled at the fallen angel's words. Knocking the man's dark veined hand away he glared at him. "It's not right and laughs in the face of everything I've ever represented! All the atrocities you've made against my family!" Alucard shot back, his accent cracking with his rebuttal. "I-I cannot cave to kindness that is false that comes from you of all people!" Alucard stepped back from Satan until his back was flush with the mirror, dropping his head as he shook it in denial. Satan reached forward to tilt Alucard's head back up, forcing the vampire to look at him through his curtain of hair.

"I may have started my feud with your father when I sought out the God Mask but ultimately I did not force Zobek to form the plan that ended in your mother's death. He had many different possibilities of achieving the same result but that was the one he picked, not I." Satan rubbed his thumb against Alucard's dark quivering lips, tracing them slowly, "And I assure you my kindness is not false, child. Even a fallen angel possesses some of its former compassion that used to fill its very being so completely."

Alucard curled his back and covered his face as tears threatened to spill, not wanting to listen to the golden words any longer. What if Satan spoke the truth… what if he didn't? Whose fault was it all? Was it Zobek's? Was it Satan's? Was it Dracula's? Was it God's? Was it fate itself? God, he didn't know anymore. His mind was so conflicted and clouded… He no longer knew what to think being so near this fallen angel and his ridiculously soothing and thoughtful words in light of his father's turn back to darkness. Perhaps his father had truly abandoned him if he was reverting to such darkness. He'd tempered his ways when he'd stayed with him before so why would he up and renege on his promise to not be that monster any longer now? Maybe the man truly did not see him as worthy of his attentions any longer...

Alucard gave a strained sound as Satan's temptation crept up his spine, the carefully laid seed of no one caring blossoming into a void that caused him pain he'd never wished to feel again. "N-No. Please, don't… If I truly mean so little to those that lie outside the darkness of Hell then leave me to suffer that misery alone within the shadows. I don't need pity, especially yours!" Alucard hissed angrily through his claws at Satan, refusing to look at the man. He tried to move away to escape into the furthest corner of Hell to hide himself but the fallen angel's insistent but gentle grasp stilled him and brought him into Satan's welcoming arms. Alucard felt his body shaking in the hold as his tears finally fell from the creeping feeling that he was alone. He had never felt so lost, confused and desperate and he hated himself for feeling such things.

Satan shushed the young man as he pet his hair, the creature crying gently against him as he tried again to push him away. The fallen angel glanced to Dracula behind the mirror and was delighted to see the misery and horror at seeing his son so hurt and being consoled by him of all people. How it pleased the fallen angel to see it there.

Alucard forced an unneeded breath from his lungs as Satan held him, his halfhearted attempts to push him away stopping altogether. "Why do you even care? You have nothing to gain by claiming me in this way if my father truly does not care." He whispered bitterly as he pulled back to look at Satan with exhausted eyes. "Your games are tiring and they wear on me horribly. Please stop torturing me, Lucifer. I beg of you, let me suffer my misery alone and enjoy that you've finally broken me into this weak miserable creature I am now. Even my father would be horrified to see it. Is that not enough for you?" Alucard pleaded his begging reaching his dull eyes as he tried again to push past the demon lord with as much success as before.

Satan smiled and nuzzled against Alucard's hair as he whispered into the covered ear there. "I would not have you suffer alone. I know what it's like to be cast aside and forgotten. I know your pain. I may be the cruel lord of Hell but even I still have a heart and know a kindred spirit when I see one. I have only understanding and love to offer you."

Alucard found his resolve collapsing against Satan's bewitching temptation. The serpent was offering him the forbidden fruit from the just as forbidden tree and he was so close to taking it, finding himself desperately wanting to have something in the absence of anything. The vampire warily watched Satan pull back from his hair, the man taking his chin in hand as he leaned forward until their lips were just touching. "Give your God his desired adoration and he'll give you what grain of love he has left, little one."

Alucard shut his eyes and tensed slightly as Satan pressed their lips together wanting terribly to fight against it. The perversity alone of giving in to this… this man. It went beyond the realm of wrong and straight into absurdity. There was little worse than this… or was there? What of his intentions with the man that was his flesh and blood father? Which of these two scenarios – lusting for one's father or giving into the master of the inferno - was the greater sin to behold?

Alucard knew he was not without immorality in the least so perhaps he should simply accept this fate… Accept Satan's horribly gentle offer of affection that came at the cost of being worshipped above all others. Without the hope of his father's affection he could no longer even seem to find the barest of strength to fight against it. He needed something to ground him in this singular time when he was so lost. Even this.

Giving in to the desire, Alucard allowed himself to melt into the welcoming affable action as the fallen angel wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. Sighing brokenly into the man's mouth he dug his nails into Satan's dark lined shoulders and returned the kiss unsurely before his want for affection kicked in and had him pushing desperately back against the fallen angel, opening his mouth wider against him to allow complete access.

Satan groaned his approval of the ferocious want of the other as he tasted his willing captive's mouth, taking a moment to enjoy his triumph over the still horrified Dracula at seeing his son cave into his arms and welcome him completely. The fallen angel wanted to chuckle as Dracula fell to his knees in defeat at what was happening. Satan finally got what he wanted and now he could reap the rewards of his careful labors.

Alucard allowed Satan to lead him away from the oculus and back toward the mess of dark material that all of encased Hell's throne until they were in the midst of it. The demon lord gave his willing servant's lips one final flick with his tongue before he lightly pushed the vampire to his knees before him, taking the time to admire the pale creature at his feet and the complete pleasure it brought to see it. Settled against the dark drapery and folds of his equally dark cloak, Alucard was completely at his beck and call. It was absolutely delectable to Satan and he would never tire of seeing this, let alone the horrors it would cause Dracula, and he would ensure he saw it often. The sight of Alucard's winced dark eyes that reflected his willingness but also his uncertainty of what he should do just made it so much better.

Alucard felt himself wanting to shy from the sharp stare of the other, always finding it beyond penetrating. It felt as if the man was looking not just at him but into him… which knowing Satan he was. Lowering his eyes from the silent unmoving man Alucard looked into the thick ever moving and shifting aura that encased the man, the darkness licking and chilling his skin from being so close. Perhaps Satan was simply waiting for him to do what he'd made clear he'd wanted from him in return for his love... Reaching his right red stained claw up into the darkness he started to blindly feel for the fallen angel's pelvis but he froze when Satan lightly grabbed the hand. He looked up in confusion at the other's action. He'd assumed he was supposed to…

"No… there is no need for you to worship me this way. Not now at least." Satan replied to the unspoken question, rubbing his thumb along Alucard's wrist that bore his mark as he lowered himself down to his knees with the young man, his wings fluttering to disturb the material underfoot. "I should like to see your needs met first." Alucard didn't object as Satan slid his hands over his shoulders and beneath the material of his cloak to brush it aside, pulling it away as he twisted his arms free from the gilded covering. Satan 'hmm'd appreciatively as he pulled the gold embroidered garment away and let it drop from his hands.

Satan stroked Alucard's bared red stained shoulders that ran into equally red stained arms and claws as he mused aloud. "Your body is similarly marked to that of Legion… and I must say I enjoy this sight every time I see it. The stains of blood look wonderful against your pale skin." Alucard shifted uncomfortably beneath the compliment and brought one claw up to scratch at the stains he'd long ago received from the Reaver's blood in Dracula's castle. He startled as Satan reached over and grabbed the compulsively scratching hand and brought it up to stroke the overly slender claws there. "Your claws are strong child, but still so delicate to behold. This 'Reaver' bestowed upon you a great gift."

Alucard sighed at the reminder of his inhuman form and pulled his equally inhuman claws from Satan's grasp. "I don't consider them gifts." He started to shove his hand into the black cloth, not wishing to see the slender talons anymore than he wished to see his reflection, but Satan grasped the hand again and brought it to his lips to kiss along his knuckles. Having so much attention given to his twisted form of a hand Alucard felt embarrassment creep up his spine. Why did Satan have to make such a show of appreciating his faults where others had always, rightfully so, been so horrified?

"You are too hard upon yourself… you have nothing to be ashamed of regarding your rebirth. From your place beneath me I will show you to welcome these changes that make you so much more beautiful than you ever were as a mortal, little one." Satan pushed aside some of Alucard's hair with a hand, settling it at the base of the vampire's neck to bring him in for another insistent kiss. Alucard pushed into it, returning it eagerly as he let the fallen angel's praise of his body sink in despite his differing of opinion, enjoying the idea of someone besides his father accepting his faults so completely. He might not view himself as a lovely creature but Satan's words fed into his desire for acceptance and brought him so much deeper into accepting the man's affections.

Satan pushed Alucard all the way back into the plush covered floor as he coaxed the other's tongue into his mouth to suck and nip gently at, relishing in the content sounds it earned him. Giving into the moment, Alucard slid his hand up to Satan's dark hair to thread his fingers through as he allowed the man to thoroughly claim his mouth as undefined sounds escaped his throat. He started to pull Satan closer but he tensed and choked on his moans when the man began to pull at his threaded trousers, the ripe memory of Limbo coming back full force at the feel of the man's hands pulling at them.

Breaking away from Satan, Alucard stared with pupils dominated by the dark of his eyes at him with his pleas on the tip of his tongue, fearful that his mysteriously replaced trousers would wind up like the first set. He started to utter his fears but the fallen angel pressed a finger to his lips to silence him.

"Shhh…" Satan soothed with a smile, "This will not be like Limbo, little one. I promise, you will only know the pleasures I offer now and I will show them to you eagerly." Alucard shut his eyes with a shiver as he forced the events of Limbo from conscious thought while the fallen angel loosened his garment's ties and pulled them free of his body to leave him completely exposed. He did not notice the way Satan sneered at the oculus in triumph to his father that he did not realize was watching. Alucard gasped as Satan threaded a hand into his hair before he dove at him and sealed their lips in a forceful hungry kiss, the man's lips betraying his overwhelming lusts for the situation that he kept carefully hidden behind his otherwise calm demeanor.

The vampire returned the aggressive kiss as much as he was allowed, groaning against the man's lips. "Why you think yourself so grotesque I'll never know, little one." Satan whispered against his lips, flicking his tongue along the vampire's bottom lip as he leaned back to regard him and trace a splinter of cracks that marred his ash colored cheek.

Alucard's eyebrows furrowed as he looked down, shaking his head at Satan's words that he did not agree with but welcomed all the same. "You speak often of my beauty but I will never see it, Lucifer. You surely have become too used to the beasts of Hell to know what true beauty is." He rebutted, his accent dripping of self-hate for what he had become. Satan gave a low chuckle and lifted Alucard's face back up so that their eyes were forced to meet again. "Do you think that? Child, I may have fallen from my graces an eternity ago but I was once the most beautiful of my father's creations and in some ways still am. I was the King of the Angels and as such I think I would know something that is beauteous when I see it."

Alucard shook his head and started to voice his countering opinion again but Satan would have no more of it having stated his word that was his unchallengeable command. "Your opinion is as sufferable as you are lovely. Now, no more." Satan ordered him, silencing the rebuttal that was dancing on Alucard's lips. Once the vampire was silenced the fallen angel settled himself on top of the creature and pressed his lips to the raised scar in the shape of a jagged cross there. The ancient wound, still baring pain from the vicious strike that made it eons ago, caused Alucard to make a strangled sound beneath him and wrap his quivering arms around Satan to dig his claws into his back. "D-Don't." Alucard whispered as he wriggled beneath the man to break the contact, disliking his scar to be touched. "You can do whatever you wish with me but I would have you not touch that scar."

Satan chuckled darkly, flicking his eyes up to the wavering amber eyes of Alucard, "You shall not tell me if I can or cannot touch it, little one. You are mine now. With my love comes my call for servitude for I am your God." Satan looked back to the scar and pressed his lips against it, his next words becoming slightly muffled, "I am unsurprised this scar is a sensitive area for you… You have terrible memories tied to this eternal scar your father gave you when he murdered you, now allow me to give you new ones."

Alucard made an indignant sound at having his request denied and flung his head back into the plush cloth beneath him. He bit his lip as Satan flicked his tongue out to trace the raised mark before sealing his lips around it to suck hard against the arresting flesh. Alucard winced at the sensation, bucking against the man and growling gently as Satan thoroughly marred the flesh over top the scar with his mouth and teeth. The pleasure of Satan's too skilled mouth clouded the sensation of stinging pain that was brought by touching this eternal remnant of intense pain caused by his combat cross impaling him in life to force his early death.

Satan sighed around his carefully made mark and laid his hands on Alucard's chest to lightly dig his sharp nails into. "I should stab you through the heart and stake my claim over top of this scar." Satan possessively admitted as he nipped against the bruising and broken skin he had caused.

Alucard shivered at the disturbing wish of Satan, finding the man's desire to claim everything for his own ran very deep. Frightfully so. But the offhand remark was forgotten as the fallen angel dragged his nails down his chest as he sucked and licked along his recessed midsection. Alucard reacted intensely to the attentions, groaning and arching to the pleasing feeling of having his individual sensitive area so thoroughly ravished. From the way Satan was teasing the area he realized the man must have remembered it from when he'd bedded him as 'Mathias' or perhaps even from seeing his memories with Grant.

"I told you I would not forget how you like this…" Satan mumbled against his skin, answering Alucard's mental monologue before nipping along his navel. Alucard purred his approval and pressed his back up off the ground to meet Satan's roving lips and tongue, enjoying the ministrations as he twisted a hand into the cloths around them. The fallen angel ravaged him for a while longer, nipping a final time at the top of Alucard's navel to break the skin and lick the bloody reward before weaving his way up to the vampire's neck to give the same attention. Alucard growled deep in his chest as Satan bit into his responsive skin there, twisting his head to give the man full access to suck at the stray blood that came to the surface. Arching as he made strangled pleased sounds, Alucard let himself become entangled in the pleasured sensations to a point of almost missing when the man asked him a demanding question.

"Who is the only one that loves you, Trevor?"

Alucard breathed harshly as he tried to collect his thoughts to answer. No one. Not anymore. No… not now. Satan was proving his answer to him wasn't he? Real love. False love. It did not matter. It was for him and he needed to respond in kind, feeling that now it must be true in some form or another. No man since Grant had worshipped his body to this extent… "L-Lucifer." He rasped beneath the fallen angel's mouth sucking on his neck too gently to be true. His thick accent forming Satan's name earned him a guttural groan from the other and elsewhere in the world it caused a room of mirrors to be shattered by his wrathful father.

Unknowing of Dracula's witnessing of his seduction by Satan, Alucard was equally in the dark of what spurred Satan to seize his mouth in a bloody dominating kiss that claimed him as some twisted part of his spoils of war. Gasping at the painful action that was similar to Limbo he forced himself not to retreat from it. Satan finally broke the severe kiss with a hiss, leaning up to observe the heaving form below him as he clicked his tongue. "Such an enchanting creature you are, Trevor. Your father was a fool to throw you away."

Alucard looked away at the mention of his father. He did not wish to think of him or speak of him…not any longer. Not after his apparent betrayal. As it where, if his father did not already despise him then he would thoroughly once he found out about his loss of value from being assaulted by Satan. His father could never see past that… or to his giving in completely to his enemy. There was no going back for him, one way or the other, was there? He had made his bed and now he must lie in it.

Alucard was unaware how much his inner conflict pleased Satan to hear it. The only thing he was aware of was when the fallen angel slid a hand down his body and started to press at his arousal. Alucard's thoughts scattered and he made a strangled sound as he pulled away from Satan's touch. Snaking one hand down he pulled Satan's hand away from his hips and shook his head at him, staring into Satan's dark eyes as the man lifted a curious eyebrow at him.

"There's no need Lucifer…" He trailed off momentarily, looking back and forth in quick succession as he settled on what he did want or what he used to want with Grant, though perhaps not as eagerly accepting of it. He was not the lusty young boy or young man he used to be or able to take the wear and tear of it so easily but he still felt the pangs for it just as much as his feral side wished for the carnal attentions it was receiving now. Clearing his throat Alucard voiced a phrase that mirrored his phrase from his dream of his final time with Grant. "...you know what I like."

Satan stared at him for a moment with an unreadable face. Alucard shifted under the unwavering look, wondering if perhaps he'd made an unwise decision to stop the man but the thought fled whenever Satan chuckled and leaned forward to press a kiss to the center of his forehead. "You are eager despite your trepidations of the act...I like that. Not to mention I find myself blessed with such a wonderful little servant that offers himself so humbly to me as I have tasked myself with worshipping his beautiful dark body for his pleasure alone. I accept your desire, little one." Satan leaned back and Alucard started to shift to his stomach but he was stopped by the other. Looking in mild puzzlement at Satan he was unsure why he had stopped him.

The fallen angel's lips pulled into a smirk at the whisps of thoughts he gleamed from the other and shook his head as he stared at Alucard with eyes that glowed bright in the darkness surrounding them. "No, I wish to see your face so that I can enjoy the looks of ecstasy I know I will find there during this." Alucard allowed himself to be pushed back to the ground as Satan ripped one of the black drapes free from his throne, giving him a secret smile as he balled the material up in his hands. Alucard watched curiously as Satan lifted his hand to reveal the cloth was replaced by a black marble mortar, finding some amusement in the little trick. Satan settled it in a cluster of fabric and dipped his fingers within the slick contents of the bowel which Alucard briefly wondered if it were blood as he leaned up to try and see it. Considering the man in question it honestly would not surprise him.

Satan chuckled at Alucard's thoughts and smiled lightly at the curious man. "Blood is messy, little one. As much as I like the contrast of the crimson against your pale flesh it does not serve as a good anointment for this particular purpose." Alucard chewed this bottom lip, his thoughts straying to Limbo and the "anointment" that was used there but he banished the memory of his punishment, refusing to think of it now. Satan had moved on from it… perhaps he should attempt to as well. Alucard settled himself back into the covered floor as Satan's slick coated fingers disappeared into the swirls of his darkness to prepare himself, prompting a rather random thought to plague Alucard's mind that forced his tongue to ask before he could stop it.

"Your darkness… do you not have the ability to banish it from your form?" Satan looked up and furrowed his brow at the thoughtful question he'd not been expecting from the other, his lip twitching lightly as he remembered a far distant memory. "That is an interesting question… but to answer it, no, I do not. Even in my previous incarnation you faced atop Leviathan I possessed it, the darkness replaced the parts of my body that my children had ripped from me during their treachery. This aura of darkness is as much a part of me as your blood stained arms are a part of you now. It has been with me when I woke up from being cast out of the bowels of the Tree of Life and it will be forever more."

A smile tugged at Satan's lips as he looked at the apparently overly curious Alucard. "I never thought you to be quite this inquisitive, little one. I find it charming." The fallen angel purred at the vampire causing the young man to hunch slightly at the intense gold eyes of the man as he muttered a reply. "I was a curious man in life… it was tempered by my impulsiveness though. Perhaps if I had not given into impulse and focused on my curiosity I would not have ended up challenging…" Alucard cut off with a grimace at the sobering thought of his father, dropping the end of the sentence before he let it slip out, "…I'm not as impulsive as I once was."

"Don't think about him. Think only of me." Satan chided mildly as he tasked himself with slicking Alucard's entrance with the salve, thoroughly enjoying the way Alucard arched lightly as he bit his bottom lip at the gentle touch that reminded the vampire too much of Grant. In some ways Alucard could almost pretend it was Grant touching him but it wasn't… at all. The man was dead and gone and he was currently about to engage in nefarious activities with the one person he'd never thought he would and certainly not willingly. Oh, how far he had fallen.

Would he regret this decision? Did he have it in him to bother with regretting it now? The overly soothing hands of Satan were lulling him further into his comfort and accepting of his desperate choice. It was pleasing to feel some sort of connection with someone when he knew he had none outside of here any longer. Those bonds were severed… Perhaps this was meant to be his penance for so many bad choices he'd made throughout his long life. For what he did to Grant and Sypha alone he deserved this. It had been cruel to make them both vie for his attentions as he sat torn between them; His charming lost love he had been so in love with? Or his wonderful wife and mother of his son?

Alucard's brooding stopped when Satan's fingers found the sensitive spot inside his body and he bucked and sighed brokenly at it being touched. Satan made an amused sound in his throat and teased it some more just so he could enjoy the reactions it garnered from Alucard before retracting his fingers to settle himself at the small opening. Satan groaned deeply and flapped his wings as he pushed inside Alucard's willing body, a little quicker than the vampire wished he would. He was definitely not used to this act as he was in life and for his part he tried to choke back his strangled sounds that were a mix of heavy pain with an ounce of pleasure. Alucard could not see what Satan hid behind his curtain of darkness but it certainly did not feel small in the least, especially somewhere so tender to begin with. No wonder Limbo had been so horrid he soberly realized.

Satan shushed his pained groans, rubbing a hand soothingly against his stomach to calm him as he entered him until he could no longer, staying still as Alucard tried to adjust to the pain. "Do not worry, Trevor, under my experienced hands and unquenchable lusts you will become reacquainted with the act of love until you learn to take the pleasure and the pain eagerly." Alucard harshly breathed unneeded breaths as Satan started to move inside of him with more force than he was ever used to. Alucard took the pain it caused in silence, allowing Satan to move inside him for an indecipherable amount of time before the sought after pleasure finally made itself known, much to his relief. Alucard couldn't help but find bitter amusement that he was better at this with Grant at the young age of fifteen than he was stuck forever at the age of twenty-seven with the addition of a couple of millennia on top of it.

"So young…" Satan whispered as he shoved his hips flush against Alucard's chill skin, stroking a hand down the center of Alucard's trembling torse. "To think of you as you are now with the face of a child is…. intriguing. Why did you seek out physical lusts so young?"

Alucard startled but quickly recovered remembering Satan's knack for always seeming to scan his thoughts. The vampire started to answer but cut off with a low moan as Satan found his favorite enigmatic area within his body and arched off the floor and shoved back to meet the man's movements. Sighing and growling out his content Alucard soaked up the sensations before trying to gather his thoughts into a cohesive string of words. "I-I was a scorned child. I suppose I was doing then what I'm doing now. I was not bothered by engaging in intimacy at that age. Grant was very gentle with me anyways, he always was." Alucard closed his eyes and sighed as he remembered his past lover and his always gentle but insistent touch that could match even Sypha's wonderful touches.

Satan flicked his tongue out to run along his lips to wet them as Alucard continued to writhe against him, taking the time to lace his fingers around the young man's arousal. "You have always wanted someone to care for you and love you then. You are wise to look for your want in me, little one, and you will not be disappointed. However, I must say it is amusing how you have not strayed from your original desire from one life to the other."

The vampire made an agreeable sound as he closed his eyes and focused on bucking back against Satan's forceful movements and the man's hand stroking him with purpose until it was too much and he came with a choked growl. Alucard sighed raggedly as he tried to come from the twitching and trembling after affects of his release, his thoughts straying back to Satan's comment about his singular desire that had spanned his different lives. "There are many amusing things about my life I'm discovering." He sourly replied before breaking off into a breathy growl as Satan pushed harshly back into him, still not finished with his own desires.

Satan hmm'd thoughtfully as he reached down and raised Alucard up into his lap without breaking their intimate contact, wiping his hand and Alucard's stomach clean from the white that stained them with one of the cloths as he brushed some of the vampire's hair from his face with the other. Alucard fluttered his eyes open to stare briefly into Satan's eerie eyes before shifting them to the ground. Satan chuckled and turned the young man's face back so he had to look him in the eyes again, "My eyes bother you? I've noticed you look away from me when I stare."

Alucard snorted as he settled his claws on Satan's shoulders, tracing the black veins with a sharp claw as he nodded at the question, "Yes… even if it is the pot calling the kettle black." Satan chuckled harder at Alucard's admission and rested one hand on the back of Alucard's head as he winced his eyes to observe Alucard's golden wolf-like eyes.

"Perhaps that's why I like you, Trevor. I've never seen golden eyes so similar to my own." Alucard shifted under Satan's musings finding himself uncomfortable having a similarity drawn between them no matter his decision to lay with him and accept him as his master. "…but if it makes you feel better your eyes are not influenced by pride but perhaps by the full moon you died under."

Alucard furrowed his brow as he considered their current topic, his thoughts inexplicably straying to Satan's dream and the seraph he once was. The vampire stared at Satan's eyes, ignoring his desire to look away from them as he leaned a little closer. Without thought of how it would affect Satan, forgetting how the man had shied from his past before, he gave his musings voice. "I saw your eyes in your dream. Your eyes were without color." Alucard frowned as he reconsidered his words. No. That wasn't right. "No… not colorless. There was color but it was like…" Alucard trailed along one of the longer creeping black veins that ran down Satan's shoulder and into his chest with a claw as he tried to think of something to compare it to, his eyes jumped left to right to observe the glimmering golden irises of the demon lord. "…like glinting crystals. There were hints of many colors and I have to admit it was rather breathtaking."

Satan stiffened slightly as Alucard spoke but the vampire didn't seem to notice, caught in his musings about the man's former life that, unknowingly to him, was making the man unusually uncomfortable. Alucard loosely wrapped his legs around the fallen angel's body as he grabbed some of Satan's hair and twisted it around his claws before continuing. "I never would have known you truly had hair so golden or wings so white if not for your dream. You were magnificent in your former splendor. Perfect even. You glowed with your God given divinity that no shadow could begin to dim."

Alucard sighed in adoration of the virtuous creature he had seen and even felt a strong attraction to within the dream. "I read some of the elder scholar's writings about the seraphim and their ethereal beauty long ago as a God loving man. I didn't think much of it and after turning from the Brotherhood even disregarded their accounts of God's seraphim being so beautiful that any creature that encountered them would feel great desire for them or want to praise them as if they were the One God himself. I now know I was wrong to discount it. When I saw you, dream or not, I wanted to offer myself to you without thought. The beauty of a seraph is without competition." Hearing parts of his past spoke of so blatantly caused minute fractures to appear in Satan's otherwise solid demeanor, his lip twitching just barely. Alucard either didn't care or looked the warning tic over, not realizing the dangerous line he was treading, so caught up in his praising and musings.

The young man shifted lightly in Satan's lap to accommodate the intimate contact he and the fallen angel were still engaged in before reaching over to run a claw along Satan's quivering wing, catching one of the dark feathers between his claws to rub and separate the black barbs gently. Staring at it he could see a shimmer of many colors amidst the black as pitch color, like some dark version of a rainbow. He found it interesting to see it now when he'd only ever seen complete darkness before. Amazing the things one could pick up on when they paid close enough attention. "Your siblings were lovely as well, far more graceful than any creature on earth."

Alucard recalled the troupe of seraphim he'd seen in the glimpse of a past long gone. There was something off about them but even they were still desirable in form and stature. "They paled in comparison to your radiance but I suppose I would offer myself to them as well if I ever encountered them." Alucard startled when he heard a deep guttural growl, looking in surprise at Satan's fractured apathetic mask that now revealed complete hate twisting the fallen angel's face. Flinching back he gave a surprised sound as Satan shoved him roughly back to the ground and started to engage in their previous carnal act, taking him far more harshly than before.

The vampire yelped as Satan fisted a hand into his hair and pulled his head back painfully to force his chin up. "Do not mention my siblings!" Alucard cried out as Satan kept forcing himself harshly in and out of his body, the fallen angel completely deaf to his cries and choked gasps at the unwanted abuse.

"Michael, Raphael, Uriel, Jehudiel, Sealtiel, Barachiel and especially Gabriel. All of them!" The names of the angel's dripped with the fiercest malice that any being could ever possess, such was Satan's apparent hate for them, "Those 'Archangels' are below me and were far more corrupt than I ever was! I was the 'King of the Angels' but still I fell because of them! You will not make a mockery of me by saying you would give yourself to any of those creatures in my presence!" Satan hissed at him, his eyes glowing brightly with an age old anger that Alucard had yet to see, let alone face from the man in any of his encounters with him. He quickly realized in baring witness to such anger that he had never truly seen Satan angry, not even during the eternal night with his father. Whatever he had seen before was nothing more than a shadow in comparison to this.

Alucard started to resist against the cruel treatment but he hissed painfully when Satan back handed him for trying. "No little one. You brought this on yourself for your careless words and you will take it." The fallen angel growled, continuing his thrusting into the vampire in a far from gentle way as Alucard trembled and shied from the man's forceful roaming hands. Alucard discovered he'd crossed a line and he sorely wished he had not as Satan used him for it. The gentle touches were completely replaced by Satan's rough and nearly cruel touches that were reminiscent of his rape but not to the same degree but close enough it terrified him.

Alucard grasped as Satan yanked him back into his lap without breaking their contact and viciously dug his teeth into his neck to draw an overflow of blood as he bucked up into him a few more times that ended with the fallen angel stiffening and shuddering violently to signal he'd finally sated his lusts. Alucard winced as Satan tore into his neck again with his sharp canines and incisors to widen the gash there, lapping up the over flow of blood for several long moments as he held him in a painful death grip that left Satan's nails dug painfully into Alucard's back.

Not wanting to antagonize or earn worse treatment from the fallen angel Alucard simply let the heaving man drink from him as if he were the vampire and not the reverse. Long after his body was covered in the dripping gore from the wound, Alucard began to worry when the demon lord did not stop drawing his blood, the man going so long to a point where he felt his vision trying to dim from being drained too much. Groaning, Alucard scratched weakly at Satan's stomach to try and get his attention, unable to let the man go much further, no matter what sort of reaction he may garner for interrupting. A vampire would die if drained dry and he did not wish to experience that sort of painful death.

"Stop… you're taking too much." He whispered, his accent wavering from the loss of blood. He broken sound of relief when Satan released his torn neck. The fallen angel leaned back to regard him with eyes that, thankfully, were only smoldering instead of burning with rage. The vampire flinched as Satan placed his hands on either side of his head and stared at him, causing him to feel uncomfortable and worry if there was to be more discipline in his near future. "You know what punishment is, child, and you know that was nothing of the sort. Limbo taught you that. Consider this just a mere warning about treading around my past."

Alucard tensed as Satan brought his head forward and kissed him as gently as before without a hint of the harshness he had just shown. The fallen angel coaxed him to return it which he timidly did until Satan broke it and moved to put his lips by Alucard's ear. "There is nothing more I despise than my siblings, not even your damn father holds a candle to what I feel for them. You would do well to remember that before you say such things about offering yourself freely to them. You are mine alone and I would not have you taint yourself so thoroughly by letting you do so, understand?"

Alucard nodded slowly, noticing that otherwise acidic words became a touch milder by the last sentence, as if Satan, despite making it clear who he belonged to in the same sentence, were truly trying to protect him from something he did not fully understand. He did not think he would ever understand. Despite his fear of Satan at the moment he found himself curious of what could have happened to cause such anger toward the Archangels of the One God.

"Why do you hate them so much?" Alucard winced when he realized the question he had intended to stay safely within the silence of his mind was spoken verbally. He quickly shut his eyes, fully expecting to feel the sting of Satan's nails digging into his face from where they remained along his cheeks but he was startled when the fallen angel simply laughed. "Even you know there is a source to all evil in this world, Trevor."

Alucard let his eyes slide back open so he could see Satan again, finding himself surprised by an uncharacteristic somber look on the man's face that he blamed on his weakened eye sight. Garnering some courage bore from being so drained of his needed blood to consider further, Alucard spoke the question that he wanted to know, "You were the Morning Star, Lucifer. How can one so high fall so low?"

Satan snorted at the question, looking aside for a moment before turning back to the young man in his lap. The man let one of his thumbs stray to Alucard's lip to trace the crack that ran down into it, finding pleasure in the way the young man accepted the touch and leaned into it. "You don't know the half of my past and you should never have even seen what you did. Your accursed family wasn't even in existence when the Morning Star fell. All you need to know is that the pure light of that star is long gone and I am the shadowy husk that remains."

Alucard observed the man who had already fallen back into his stoic demeanor, the sullen look long gone or perhaps never there. He couldn't be sure anymore but he began to wonder if there was more to Satan than he knew of. There was seemingly something well hidden behind his cruel ways that he would never have dreamed exist in the man that was meant to be the embodiment of evil. He was still that. He never would be anything but the embodiment of evil. His ways were long set into the blackest of stone, but there was a source to it that went beyond what mankind had ever written about and Alucard was curious to know what it could have been.

"Your siblings led to your fall?" Satan glowered menacingly at the vampire, his eyes narrowing in a warning as he removed his hands from Alucard's face. "Perhaps they did or maybe it truly was just my overwhelming pride to rise above my father. Whether you are touched by darkness or not, you are still just a child of mankind and I will not speak so freely to the likes of you. Do not antagonize the serpent unless you wish to feel his cruel fangs, little one."

Alucard knew he was treading on the thinnest of ice when it came to Satan's past and he truly needed to stop before his curiosity earned him something most unwelcome. He would not willingly seek the answer to this enigma any longer lest he wish to suffer for it by the man's cruel hand. The fallen angel's ability to fall into bouts of anger was intimidating… but he had allowed himself to tread down this dark path hadn't he? He gave into Satan and he had to take what it offered. To lay with the serpent he must learn to take the man's cruelty with his kindness.

Alucard sighed tiredly, forgetting about Satan's fall from grace for the time as he let himself lean against the man's body, finding it hard to keep himself upright with the loss of vitality from Satan's want to spill so much of his blood. The copious amounts that had run down his body were beginning to thicken and it felt horrid against his bare skin. The man surely was a vampire in some way or the source of all blood lust. He had to be. Though he was certain the exhausting nature of Satan's carnal actions with him also played some part in his fatigue.

"A pity this could not have as ended as pleasurably as it had began but I am privy to bouts of anger if you displease me as you did, but I will make it up to you, little one. I am not an unkind master if you serve me well." Satan sighed as he let one hand slide around the vampire's side to rub gently at his back. "Perhaps I can now offer you what you wanted so much that led you to my arms to begin with."

Alucard gave a tired sound against Satan's neck, not believing his words. "I do not believe you can truly rid me of my darkness, Lucifer. You create darkness not dispel it." Satan chuckled at the bold words but did not act insulted. "You do not know my abilities or the things that I am capable of. I can do as I said and will do so if you wish it. It's the least I can do since you have welcomed your new God so completely."

Alucard frowned, still not believing Satan could do as he claimed. How could anyone take something so physically intangible and make it disappear? It was too good to be true. "Do you want me to take it?" Satan asked again, the tone of his voice suggesting perhaps this was not an offer he would make again.

Alucard lifted his head from where he had laid it on the other to look the fallen angel in the face, trying to blink away his fuzzy vision to see the man clearer. "I am still not so easily convinced, Lucifer. And what trick is there in allowing you to relieve me of my far from tangible inner darkness?" If it were possible Alucard did not believe it did not come without some twist to the offer. Maybe even something that would leave him in a far worse way. Alucard sighed, shaking his light head, deciding he definitely did not wish to make a decision when his head felt as if it would float away.

Satan chuckled at Alucard's trepidation, reaching up to one of the many alcoves in his throne to retrieve a jagged crystal and setting it down into the linens beside him without shifting the vampire from his lap. Alucard's lips formed a tight line when he saw the dim crystal, finding it looked vaguely familiar. Where had he seen something like this before?

"You have my word that there is no twist to this, Trevor. Why would I trick you when I have finally been able to receive you so completely? You have given into me; there is no need for trickery any longer."

Alucard eyed the slender crystal, dully noting he could still feel the large gash in his neck bleeding as he did. Lifting a fatigue shaky hand he pressed it to the wound that was either barely healing or not healing at all. "You took far too much blood. My body cannot heal the wound in this weak state." He pointed out with some annoyance, bringing his blood covered claws back to look at. He started to wipe the blood away on one of the many wrinkled cloths but Satan stopped him and lifted the covered hand back up.

"Don't waste your blood, little one." Alucard figured the insatiable creature would clean his bloody digits for him but he realized that wasn't the case when Satan pushed his hand back toward him. Not even wanting to fight him on it Alucard licked his claws free of his blood noting how Satan seemed to shiver in pleasure at seeing him do it.

"I assume that crystal of yours plays a part in this. I'm curious how it works to destroy my darkness." Alucard flicked his tongue out to clean the final stain of his blood clean from his claws, finding some pleasure in finding something that he could use against the fallen angel who was absolutely enjoying the small show. He'd been a right tease in life he mind as well be one in death. It would make him feel somewhat better of his situation knowing he might have some upper hand against Satan.

Satan smirked at the young man, perhaps finding amusement in the vampires want to have him under his thumb in some fashion, as he plucked the crystal up and began to stroke it with his thumb, "Do you know what sort of crystal this is, Trevor?"

Alucard shook his head as he reached out to run a finger along the drab looking formation, feeling the rough edges of it for himself. It did not feel special but he could feel some form of shadow energy radiating from it. "No, I do not. It feels like it is made of pure shadow… What is it?" Alucard looked expectantly up at Satan as the fallen angel brought it up to observe in the dim light of the throne room.

"These little crystals grow freely within the darkest parts of your world and in the bowels of the inferno as well. Wherever there is a high concentration of shadow energy you will find them." Alucard furrowed his brow at the explanation, knowing he remembered learning of something that fit that description at the Brotherhood of light. What was it? The vampire tried to sift through his memories but his fatigue was hindering him exponentially.

"I believe your kind would call them Dark Crystals."

Alucard's ears perked at the name, remembering them now. He could recall Victor Belmont was in possession of one and had used it to lay waste to many a dark creature with the powerful shadow Demoness that inhabited his particular crystal. He'd watched the man from afar as he'd used it to summon the frightful creature during his battles and had been in awe of its destructive power as the Demoness had torn his enemies apart. "The Dark Crystals that are the prison for ensnared demons." The vampire mused as he looked the dull crystal over that Satan held. It appeared this crystal had nothing tethered to it thus nothing would be summoned if it were shattered. How curious. "What good would an empty Dark Crystal do in relieving me of my darkness?"

Satan looked away from the empty crystal and back to Alucard, lifting a hand to settle over his blood covered chest where he bore his scar from battling Dracula in life. "This type of crystal, bore from darkness itself, is ever hungry to possess something of darkness within it and it will not stop seeking it until it has been filled, little one. Perhaps you can offer it what it desperately wishes to receive?"

Alucard's eyebrows rose high on his forehead as he understood what Satan was telling him. "That crystal can take my darkness?" Satan nodded at the vampire, smiling at seeing the understanding fill the young man. Alucard couldn't have stopped his rushed words even if he had wanted to. "How? How do I give it to the crystal? It can have it, I wish no longer to suffer from it."

Satan's eyes glimmered just a tad darker as he rubbed against Alucard's tender scar. "It will not come without unimaginable pain, Trevor. I drained you so close to death for a reason. You must be weak in order for the crystal to be able to draw it out… Are you sure you want to suffer your death all over again just to rid yourself of it?"

Alucard nodded his head feverishly, not understanding the foreboding statement of reliving his death and not caring about any pain he would have to go through in order to attain this one thing he'd always wished for. "I'd do anything to be rid of it. Do whatever it takes to free me." The fallen angel looked Alucard up and down for a moment before he nodded and gently pushed the vampire flat onto his back and broke their intimate contact completely. Alucard observed Satan lift the crystal and look at it in his dark veined hands for a moment as if he were considering something before a thought that he had not previously had came to mind. An important one at that. "Lucifer… how does this work?"

Satan looked away from the dull crystal and down to the hesitant young man below him. Leaning down he held a hand forcefully against Alucard's left breast to hold him still as he lifted the crystal up, causing Alucard to flinch at the action that would lead to being impaled. He started to question his decision at seeing it, his eyes widening at the sight.

"In order to force it from your body the crystal must penetrate the area from which your darkness sprang."

Now he understood what Satan had meant when he said 'relive his death'. Alucard started to take back his words of agreeing to this but he cut off with a pained gasp as the fallen angel lifted the jagged point of the crystal high above his head and brought it down with horrid force to pierce his death scar. Arching and screaming out at the pain that was a vivid reminder of his death at Dracula's hands, Alucard tried to kick and shove Satan back as he attempted to wrench the crystal free from his chest.

God, the pain! Feeling such pain he'd long forgot, he no longer wished to go through with this. Feeling his death all over again was more than he could take. It was too much. The vampire's chest heaved in quick succession as he ripped desperately at Satan's hand that held the crystal but the man was not giving. He started to scream at the man but he cut off in a far more piercing wail as Satan strained to painfully force the crystal's tip further into his chest until, at last, it impaled his heart.

Even if he'd wanted to the vampire could not contain his wheezed screams and pained bloody tears at having his heart savagely torn into again through the same old path. He fought and scratched at Satan for a moment before his body at once seized and he found himself unable to move from the searing pain that had completely enveloped his entire being.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought he felt something shift and cry out in sync with him but he could not pay it any attention as wrapped in his agony as he was. Alucard stared at the unmoving Satan with blood lined black eyes that swallowed his dimly glowing irises, believing in that moment he truly was going to die. This must have been the demon lord's plan all along. Bait him, seduce him, and then kill him. He'd been a fool. He'd been such a-

Alucard wailed with difficulty as Satan ripped the penetrating crystal from his chest. Taking a deep unneeded breath to fill his dead lungs that did not need it, the vampire struggled out of Satan's hands and weakly and painfully crawled as far as to the doomed exit that led out of the throne room until his body seized again. Alucard, through his pain, could hear something bore of anger, hissing and screaming and begging him to take it back as it was drawn from the furthest corners of his being.

The vampire curled in on himself as he felt the worst sickness he'd ever experienced prickle his enflamed skin and began lurching violently, choking on a thick bile that his body was forcing from his throat. Squeezing his eyes shut he choked and gasped around it and the pained tremors that it brought as he violently wretched the sickness up to splatter to the ground. Alucard's body rocked and trembled as he coughed and heaved the mucus up for several antagonizing moments until finally it reached a point there was no more to heave up. Collapsing to the ground from being entirely spent, the vampire panted harshly as he tried to gather some shred of energy to rouse himself from the horrible experience he'd just been forced through. Gaining just enough, Alucard cracked his eyes open and balked at the floor just in front of him.

The frosty rock was covered in a far creeping mucus that was twisting and writhing as it tried to move back toward him with eerie muffled cries of sadness at being expelled from him. He could just make out differing voices calling out 'mother' or 'father' or even 'dearest' being hissed from the writhing puddle, causing him to shudder at the disturbing terms. He gave a horrified sound as an oozing tentacle of his tangible inner darkness tried to reach for his mouth, clearly wanting back in the way it came out. Alucard clenched his eyes shut as he waited for the disgusting appendage to force its way sickeningly back in. He was too drained to do little else. However the sound of something clinking against the icy ground and the sound of garbled wails caused Alucard to reopen his eyes to see the Dark Crystal standing straight up in the midst of the darkness, greedily sucking the vile oozing liquid up into its tip that was embedded in the filth.

Alucard was in complete shock and awe as the crystal drug all of it up into it until there was no more, and even then the crystal did not seem satisfied. The vampire warily watched the crystal that had now lost its dull luster and instead glowed with a vivid pulsing purple light as it hovered just over the floor. He started to try and push himself away from it, still expecting some tentacle of darkness to reach out to ensnare him from where it was contained, but a hand on his back startled him.

"I told you it would not be pleasant to be freed of your darkness." Satan pointed out, plucking up the glowing crystal to observe as he rubbed Alucard's back in soothing circles while the vampire tried to recover. "You held a very powerful darkness child, I am truly surprised you have not already caved beneath its dominating influence." Satan mused, turning the Dark Crystal by its tip as he observed the humming crystal and seemed to listen to some unheard whisper that did not reach Alucard's ears. "..Galamoth. Interesting. It was not happy to be separated from you."

"I-It called me beloved and mother and father…" Alucard wheezed, curling his body tighter as his body still gave him stings of deathly pain. Satan gave a thoughtful sound and looked back to the nearly dead vampire, "I'm not surprised. Your darkness would view you as a lover of sorts or its creator so the terms would fit its view of you." Satan turned the lively crystal and admired the way it shone and twinkled now that it was filled with what it only ever wanted before he spoke again. "You may not have had a womb for it to grow in but your body contained it and nurtured it just as a mother would her unborn child until you, in some form, gave birth to this darkness. It was pained to be pulled from your body and felt a sense of loss when it was." Satan tilted his head and narrowed his eyes slightly at the pulsing crystal, "Its desire not to leave you was almost sad. Like a child crying out for its parent not to abandon it."

Alucard shivered at the comparison Satan had made for his inner darkness. "You hate children." The vampire pointed out weakly, causing the fallen angel to laugh at his clever words before rising and disappearing back into his throne room, leaving the fading creature to himself for a moment. He knew this time it was not him passing out though, he was dying. Alucard struggled to keep consciousness and made no move of surprise or resist when he felt himself being picked up gently and carried back into the throne room.

"You are on death's door, Trevor." Satan pointed out the obvious as he settled himself into his throne with Alucard cradled in his arms, folding his wings so that they were curtained by them. Adjusting the wavering man held against his chest Satan dug a sharp nail deep into an artery in his black veined wrist. "You must feed." The fallen angel beckoned, lifting his blood dripping wrist up in front of Alucard as he settled to running the other along the vampire's stomach in soothing motions as he held him.

"…unless you wish to die. If you chose to go that path then I will not stop you. This decision I will leave in your hands."

Alucard blinked tiredly at the fuzzy image of Satan's bleeding wrist as he lifted a trembling hand toward it, wanting to immediately sink his fangs into it to abate the horrid internal pains of being without blood… but Satan had just offered him his key to escape. Something else he had not long before wished severely for. He remembered all too well wishing for death as Satan had plucked him from the gardens of his father's castle and during his wicked punishment in Limbo and even years before as he'd tried to adjust to the shell of a man he had become. He'd desperately wished for it… and now Satan was offering it to him freely. The man was doing nothing as he lie dying against him. He could escape. He could be free. He could be released from this corpse of a body and seek out those he'd lost in the welcoming boughs of the Tree of Life within the green covered fields of Elysium. He could see Sypha and Simon… and Grant. What did he have left now to keep him here?

Alucard's hand started to fall as he found himself tempted to give up his unwanted life but he paused in lowering it. He turned his head to look at Satan's swimming visage as he contemplated giving himself true death, finding the fallen angel's face set in an emotionless mask. "You said you'd never allow me to die." Alucard's accent was breaking with the pain he felt in his slow death, his tongue scarcely wanting to work for him.

Satan nodded at his statement, his hand settling from moving so that only his thumb rubbed around the vampire's indented navel. "I did, but I can be a merciful God as much as I am a cruel God. I can sometimes be privy to acts of odd kindness from time to time." The fallen angel mused as he fluttered his wings lightly, the feathers brushing against and tickling Alucard's skin. Alucard considered the man's words before he turned back to Satan's healing wrist. His vision was nearly for naught and his body was convulsing in the worst pain it had ever been, reminding him again why he'd never wished to die in such a fashion. But it was almost over… he knew he was moments from succumbing to death.

Satan started to pull his wrist back but the man was mildly startled as Alucard's claws seized it and yanked it to his mouth, tearing the nearly healed wound back open as he drank the blood that ran from the severed artery. The fallen angel smirked as the vampire's want to feed became more ravenous at the taste of the blood, growling his approval and pleasure of drinking up every last bit of blood he could force from the fallen angel's corrupted veins. Satan chuckled his approval, in so many different ways, of the turn of events as he leaned down to nuzzle the back of Alucard's head. "I'm glad you saw things as I, little one."

Alucard sighed as he reveled in the life giving blood that filled his screaming body and saved it from the grasp of eternal release. He did not wish to give into the call for death any longer and beyond that he no longer saw a reason to escape Satan. The fallen angel, though severe in nature, had shown him just as much kindness as he had unimaginable pain. And most of all… Satan had gone through with his offer of ridding him of his inner darkness and freeing him of its suffocating bonds.

Even now Alucard could feel the difference. It truly was gone and he'd never felt more… at peace, if not a morose peace. It was better than the fiery wrath that once joined it. There was nothing to struggle against and it was beyond wonderful. That was something he thought would only ever be an unreachable dream that he could never grasp. That alone made him feel forever indebted to Satan, of all the creatures on earth. This man. This terribly cruel man. This king of Hell that should be his enemy. This dark creature that he found some bizarre yet welcoming kinship with… Perhaps Satan truly did understand his pain of lost of love. It gave him a reason to live for something in the least. He would live, as he always had, but now he would spend his life within the welcoming shadows of Satan's dark wings instead of his father's once welcoming arms, and do whatever he could to show his gratitude for Satan's acceptance. It was his sole purpose now, wasn't it?

"Who is your God, Trevor?" Satan's voice purred in Alucard's ear, the bite of teeth softly teasing the shell of his ear. Alucard groaned at both the filling blood wetting his mouth and at Satan's husky words. Releasing the bloody wrist, Alucard turned to look at Satan with eye's that glowed anew from the return of vitality and dark lips dripping with the fallen angel's blood that answered the question. "You are my God."

Satan made a pleased purr as he brought his freed hand up to twist his fingers into Alucard's hair, pulling the receptive vampire in for a kiss that was as dark as his nature. Just before he claimed the young man's mouth for his own he whispered a reply to Alucard's welcoming words.

"Your God is so glad to hear it, little one…"


Some dark part of my soul giggled most giddily during this chapter. Damn you Alucard, you gave in! And apparently you are rather promiscuous but at least you are no longer hindered by that pesky inner darkness, yeah? That said I assure you there will be more Dracula/Alucard... at some point. :)

Warning: Rambling about vampires and the Vampire Killer

I'm gonna point out in this AU the Vampire Killer is the sole thing that can kill Dracula but everyone else is fair game for whatever ways a vampire can die. We'll assume for fic-verse the vampire killer shards can also be used to put vampire's to sleep, ala what happened to Alucard in the beginning of the fic as well as put ol Dracula himself to sleep as happened in LoS:2. The more I thought about the Vampire Killer the more I realized it's really just no fun if EVERY immortal creature can only die by the Vampire Killer. Except Satan. He's fucking Satan. It can't be as easy as stabbing him with the Vampire Killer. Not to mention if the Vampire Killer in canon is the only weapon to be able to kill immortal beings why the hell was Cornell and Zobek killed via broken hammer handle for the former and Void Sword for the latter? I'm pretty sure I remember that correctly.

But anyways that's neither here nor there. I'm just rambling because I'm just trying to figure out how to fill plot holes that original canon has forced upon me but isn't that what AU's are for?