What Waits Below
By SMYGO4EVA
It was a dance of death, there was no doubt about that.
There was only the inevitable, two sworn enemies, and yet they are most kindred of spirits. Both sought after a good fight, a battle that paled in comparison. The countless times they have crossed swords, the blood splattering on the ground, and the smiles that painted their features, they sought for a battle for the ages.
Alexander Anderson, one who fought monsters in the name of the Lord; he longed to put such a beast to rest once. Such an aberration was unforgivable, but there was a similarity he could not deny. In his very chest, he held a respect that was not shaken, and that was enough. Though his limbs would be torn to shreds, bloodied gore erupting, scorching hot, he kept moving. He would sing the praises of his God and keep marching forward, eyes on his one true enemy.
The True Vampire, Alucard, who longed for death, and to finally be slain by a human, he vowed to give it his all, to give everything he had in such a battle. He struck countless enemies by his own hand, cascade of dark crimson dripping down. His body transformed, changing into ghastly and loathsome abominations he held within. His deep baritone voice broke the silence throughout the earthy battleground, at first smooth, and then ragged, his eyes glowing.
It was a dance of death for them, all in its exquisite, gruesome glory.
Until one was victorious, until such conflict ended with one or both their deaths, it would be never-ending.
With blood covered hands, in death, only they knew what awaited below.