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Jon's lupine eyes widened in an instant at the horrendous scream and Alucard stood completely and totally still, his crimson eyes taking in every measure of the violence before him, and violent it was. Paladin Alexander Anderson had been staring at both of the preternatural beings before him one moment, perhaps planing his next attack, but the next, the next he was screaming as his chest exploded in a rain of crimson and a wet splat of much more solid things. There was a crack of bone. Then a tear of flesh. Muscles, arteries, sinew, and bone, the sound was harsh and brutal, it was stomach turning, though perhaps that was all in one's point of view.

To Alucard the scene might have been beautiful, or perhaps not, any on looker would have been at a loss. The vampire gave nothing away with his stony expression, and the werewolf was little better, his eyes having gone cold from their initial shock and his lupine physiognomy not being designed for expressing emotion. No, the two inhuman beings gave nothing away even as they watched something materialize within the ragged wound in Anderson's chest.

That something turned out to be a hand, a claw, well something that was somewhere in between. The appendage, whatever it was, it was stained bright crimson. Blood covered every inch that had torn through the man's body, sliding along with chunky bits of gore. Time seemed to change, the chunks seemed heavy yet they moved down that claw with a slowness that seemed to some how make it that much more horrid.

There came a chuckle then, a high shrill laugh, and it echoed in the hallway's small confines. And with that chuckle, it appeared. It was round like a ball, shimmering and golden. It shone like the sun and was as perfectly spherical. Almost too perfect, nature doesn't create things that perfect, it was energy. That much Alucard could tell, but not what kind, was it some strange kind of attack?

"His soul." Jon gasped.

Alucard's eyes widened. Surprise filled those cold, impassive, indifferent eyes.

That chuckle came again, and this time fluttery, as if the one laughing could seem to breathe, so great was the amusement. The Paladin's screams continued, they had never really stopped, only become a constant, a background noise that was horrid on its own, but blocked out as more sounds came. The laugh was one of those sounds, at first it was like an echo just as it had been before, but then little by little the echo seemed to change tune and then faded in like a bad television sound track. That was when like the claw, something else seemed to appear.

Jon and Alucard watched silently as a shape seemed to just appear out of nothingness, well no not nothingness, Jon realized. Shadow. The figure formed itself out of shadow, a great swelling blackness that expanding out of the wall off to the priest's right though behind the screaming priest. The blackness was like nothing that Jon had ever seen, to Alucard it reminded him of his blood regeneration. It was just as the vampire had done so many times himself, being a pool of blood and willing himself back into existence. This was surprisingly like that, and then it was done and Alucard found himself looking into a pair of the strangest eyes he had ever met, which for the crimson eyes monster was saying a lot.

The left eye was as crimson, as sanguine as his own eyes, yet it was touched with black, ebony that was shaped like a pinwheel that surrounded a pupil that was only a little darker red than the iris. Stranger still though, was the shards of red that were the same as the pupil that seemed to shift and flow in the iris like the little false flakes in a snow globe, just inside the eye white. The right eye was just as strange as the left. The right was a solid wall of silver, that is except for the white of the eye and a white-silver circle that separated iris from pupil.

Those eyes were strange, very strange, but suddenly Alucard realized that even stranger was the being attached to them, attached to that claw in Anderson's chest. The vampire's first reaction was that she was a very pretty girl, but then just as quickly the man realized his mistake.

The girl wasn't a girl, it, she was a he. The young man, for he did look young, was nearly as tall as the priest. He had a face that was beautiful like that of a woman, delicate, with high finite cheek bones and skin so smooth that it lended greatly to the original illusion of femininity. But the more Alucard looked at him, the more masculine he seemed to look. All kinds of details seemed to jump to the vampire's eye as if they had not been there a moment ago. The masculine markers appeared until the vampire found himself just looking at the man's face wondering how he had ever mistaken him for a woman, and not noticing the fact that the claw sticking out of the still screaming Anderson's chest was clicking spear like finger tips against the man's sternum.

Jon looked at Alucard and struck out with a hand that firmly connected. The sting brought Alucard's eyes to the werewolf and a fanged sneer broke the neutrality of his face.

"Being ensnared by this guy sucks…" Came the growl.

Alucard blinked. "What?"

Jon snarled and bared a maw full of fangs at the being in front of them. Alucard looked at his eyes and noticed that they didn't match up with the man's gaze.

"He can ensnare you with his eyes," Jon explained. "He's a devil, a real fallen angel, and his name is Astaroth."

The Astaroth laughed again, a chuckle at the mention of his name and with that chuckle a hand, a human hand that Alucard had not noticed attached on his left, snaked to Anderson's left shoulder. With one push, the devil removed Anderson's body from its claw and the minute the claw left him, Anderson was silent and still. Alucard thought that the priest was dead for a moment, but his ears picked up breathing and even a heart beat from the body. The vampire also suddenly realized that the wound was healing.

Leave it to Vatican Section XIII to create a regenerator that could heal that much damage. Alucard cursed, thinking of how much fun he would have been. But the vampire couldn't see himself losing much sleep over the priest, no, no sleep less days.

Looking at Astaroth again, this time not meeting his eyes, Alucard smirked the smirk of the damned and then he looked to the werewolf and gave a questioning look.

"What is going on?" The vampire asked. "I recognize the name Astaroth. He is a devil, one of the princes of hell. Really powerful. Dangerous. A rather fun boy, all in all."

The vampire shot the devil another smirk that bristled with his excitement. Astaroth returned the expression, in spades, he too looked excited, almost maniacal, and his eyes took on a soft glow as the hand that had torn through Anderson's chest shimmered golden and the ball of energy was gone.

That beautiful face, suddenly masculine yet still so inhumanly beautiful, contorted in pleasure, in bliss, and he let out an orgasmic hiss. The glow that had taken his eyes and then the flesh of his claw subsided slowly then, until the claw was covered only in blood and gore, all done with that strange light. Holding up the appendage for both supernaturals, the devil's smile was a bright one, one that made him instantly into a madman, and he slowly brought the finger like claws of the strange hand hybrid to his lips. Sucking off a particularly large clump of raw meat into his mouth and letting his tongue trail across his flesh gathering blood, his eyes tried to meet those of his spectators.

Jon looked away, at Alucard, Alucard simply moved his head slightly to keep from meeting the fallen angel's gaze. Both knew the thing's game, it was playing on their individual hungers, blood for Alucard, flesh for Jon, werewolf and vampire. Their weaknesses were common knowledge to any one that could figure out what they were, the devil didn't have to figure out.

But then, him being a devil, that raised a few questions, the first of which was. "Wolfie, why do you know his name? And as I asked before, what is going on? Why can he move about?"

Jon sighed, knowing what Alucard meant. There were certain rules that went along with demon or devil summons, or the creatures in general actually. More rules with the latter and the fact that was where Astaroth fell, well yeah, he shouldn't have been moving about, he should have been bound to his place of summoning. More so he shouldn't have been able to sustain form in this reality without being inside some kind of circle of power that brought over a bit of hell's energy.

Anyone that worked with demons, knew that demons could do that kind of thing, run about, but devils, no. Devils disturbed the natural order of things too much, even the material that made up their bodies on this side. It was because of this that you had to bind a demon, sacrifice it, and use its blood as well as a good douse of your own to summon one devil, for even the amount of time that it would take for it to rip out your throat for being idiotic enough to summon it in the first place. Yeah, a devil shouldn't be walking about.

As for knowing its name, well that was the thing about devil and demon kind, if you knew a name you were able to summon or gain at least a slight amount of control over all that you could name. That was why it was a bitch to identify who or what was responsible for anything when the demonic was involved. But then that was a two way street. If a demon or devil knew your proper name, complete and full. Lets just say you don't want the demonic knowing you that well.

Jon sighed. "No clue. I've fought him before, he kicked my ass and him and his arrogant brothers told me and my team their names. Cocky bastards."

That made Alucard's smile turn into a grin. "Cocky bastard indeed." He laughed.

The devil seemed to find it funny too, or maybe that wasn't it. Looking into his eyes, Jon figured that it wasn't, probably just insane.

"Why are you here?" Alucard asked.

The devil seemed to consider that for a moment, then he brought bloody fingers to his lips and began working at them the way a kid does a lollypop.

"Well, Alucard. I came for you, little brother…I came to free you of your burden so that you might join us." He said between gulps of flesh and blood. "I have come here to kill Integra Wingates Hellsing."