What if the castle had managed to kill/capture Alucard before Dracula awoke in Revelations? How would things have changed, for both Dracula and the castle?
Alucard snarls and struggles, practically howling like the wolves under his skin, as he's held down by this twisted thing that cannot possibly be his Father. The blood of the Forbidden Wing is sickly sweet and cloying - thick and sticky where it holds him against the floor like hardened glue. Standing above him - though it has no legs - is a twisted mockery of the man, the monster, that had Sired him. It looms over him, smirking with his Father's face, like all of his nightmares come back to haunt him.
"What have you done with our Prince," it demands, swaying like a snake, blood flying from the thick slabs of flesh that make up its hair, and pouring from its lips. It speaks with his Father's voice, but the tone is so full of hate and pain. It's nauseating, the way it squirms, prodding at him with its limb-like tendrils. "You've hurt him, Betrayer, and we want to know where he isss!"
"I'm not telling you anything, foul creature," Alucard managed to grit out, spitting defiantly into the things eye. If only he could get free! But somehow the blood holding him down is keeping him from changing his shape - he can feel it between his toes where it has slithered into his boots, squelching like mud.
"Graaaahhhh!" The thing roars, though it does not flinch. "You took him from us once, Traitorous Dog! We will not allow it! He doesn't need you! Give us back our Prince!"
"Can you protect him from Zobek, foul beast?! Can you protect him Lucifer?" Alucard snarks back, renewing his thrashing - if only he had the Crissaegrim, he could have cut himself free... But that powerful weapon is elsewhere, keeping his Father dormant and near-dead. He has his suspicions as to what this Thing is - some manifestation of the Castle? - but he can't quite fathom how it can be so strong with Dracul out for the count.
It's slowed down, and has leaned away from the vampire - Alucard is able to rip his arms free and prop himself upwards. It's a strange tableau, the pale-haired vampire soaked in gore and sitting on the floor, glued to the broken tiles by black and dark red blood from the waist down. The strange bloody creature is shaking, sloughing blood and flesh off and on life a snake shedding and reapplying its skin, only to shed it again. It's disgusting. It stops in its semblance of pacing - it has no legs - and stares at him, unblinking with white on red eyes, as if its blind in addition to being crippled.
"...Hmrrrr... I couldn't protect him from you-" It hisses in rage, but there's thoughtfulness in it now. The expression it wears is reluctant, but eerily similar to the one Dracul had worn all those years ago.
("You want me to give up everything for humanity. Again?!")
"...You want to protect the Prince, Betrayer-Dog? We will devour the Prince's enemies... Show us where they lie, and we shall bleed them to feed our Lord!"
"It's not so easy. Father's absence is meant to lure them out of hiding-"
"Yessss! Fitting for the worms to fear the Prince!"
Alucard manages to ignore the bloody spittle in his face with a patience born from necessity. "Will you help him?"
The thing pins him with an offended glare. Everything the Castle does is for the sake of its Prince. "Take the Power of Chaos," it hisses. "Guard our Prince well, Betrayer. Make him strong and whole once more... If you fail, we will swallow you whole, and use your own hands to keep him safe!"
It dives at him then, and Alucard flinches leaning back and away from the thing as it loses all cohesion and pours itself down his throat. He bites his tongue to keep his mouth closed against it, but it goes up his nose - he's so surprised he can't stop it.
We're with you know - watching, he feel it looking out from behind his eyes. He wants to be sick. But at the same time, he feels a bittersweet rush of sympathy. He can feel the Castle's emotions as if they're his own, and its almost overwhelming.
Don't worry, Scion, it croons in a parody of kindness - all the more painful for being in his Father's voice. We won't dare to keep you - once the Prince is whole and safe, we will let you go.
And Alucard knows the Thing speaks the truth, and why.
He stands up, shaky as he takes the Chaos Power away from the statue of the Gorgon Sisters, to move it to a place his Father can reach once he wakes. There will be no more struggle against the Castle in his preparations.
There are tears in his eyes, and the Castle is laughing in his ears. Do you feel it Betrayer? You can feel only the Echoes of it - an unworthy dog!
Because he can feel why the Castle is going to help him, and why the Castle will let him go afterwords. The remnants of his Father's emotions, prized by the Castle above all else, burn inside him, as surely as the Chaos Flames singe his fingers.
So much love, and grief, and bitterness. So much agony, and rage, and madness. And it was all for you, Betrayer!
So Alucard trudges on, pained...but also hopeful. If this is the kind of man his Father is... Perhaps the future will not have to end in Death.
Lucifer is arrogant.
He has power and followers enough to back up his arrogance with equivalent action, but that does not change that his surety is born from Pride, and not from confidence. He is the Prince of Lies, and his greatest falsehoods are the ones he has convinced of himself.
The first falsehood, is that Dracula is weakened after all those years away.
This is thoroughly disproven by the sound thrashing the vampire gives to his favored Children on the surface. Raisa and Nergal - slaughtered contemptuously, and swiftly, and covertly. He had been so furious with his third child, that he had also been hasty, tearing Guido Szandor's hideous face clear off.
The second falsehood, is in his belief in the weakness of the Dragon's offspring.
Alucard proves strong, inheriting much of the sheer annoying power and persistence of father. Doubly so, from both his human sire, a human that had banished his illustrious self; and from the blood of the Prince of Darkness flowing through his veins. Between the two of them, father and son, even such a great and terrible beast as the ancient Leviathan proved only a mere obstacle.
(It would have scorched the oceans dry with its breath, and rendered mountains and forests and cities into so much ash.)
The third falsehood, is in his belief that taken over Alucard's body - wounding Gabriel's heart with every blow from his son's hands, and every strike against his son's body - will be easy. But Alucard's soul is not alone inside his body, much to Satan's surprise. There's something else there as well, surging up between the in-between spaces in Alucard's thought like a flood of putrid stinking rotten blood.
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U̱͇̫͈̺͍͔̟̎̇̽̋̀͟͝͠͝S̸ͧ̒ͣ̊ͦͣ̈́̊ͩ̑̄҉̡̛͖͉̬͈̘̬̞̩̟̟̪̰͚͖̮̘ͅUͮ̈̆ͫͧ̈͌̈͂̂́҉̜̲̤̱̲̩̘̬̘̜̘̀ͅR̵̪̲̭̭̼̺̤̝͉̒ͯ͑͆̌̇ͣ́͋ͣ̑͋ͧ͜͝P̉ͬ͋͢͠͏͍̜̙͖̝̕͟ͅḚ̴̛̛̜̠̝͍̥̲̮͎̱̞̏͛̊̔͆́͑̐̿͌̐̔̇̄̋̽̈́R̶͊̋̎̌̋ͭ͐̋͋̅̒̓̔͏̱͖͇̦̞̲̞͇̼̼̦̝͖̦͖͈͘!̤̹͉̖̠͈̠͇͚̝͎̫͚̲̺̳̩̊ͫͭ̃̋ͥ̃́̐ͪ̔̾͜͟ͅ !͎̩̗̥̑̓͊ͣ͞!
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It screams in the ears he does not have, clawing at his awareness with more ferocity than the very fires of Hell itself, rage and pain and hatred - but also something he does not and cannot fathom.
It burns him with Faith.
Not belief in Lucifer's Divine Father, for such could not harm him, but love and devotion for Dracul. And the feelings and power do not stem from Alucard.
(The creature that was once Trevor Belmont loves and hates his Father in equal turns, his emotions and convictions waxing and waning with his own fluid acceptance and hatred of his own monstrous self.)
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S̞̝̟̞̲̬̰͚͍͖̖ͥ͐ͦ͂̋̒̀̌ͨ̃̽̋̆̚t̫̰̜̞̼̳̭̰͒͊̑ͮ̂a͙̥̪̞͛̄ͩ͊̀̏͂̈́͒ͬr͙̥̰̘̹͍̖̼̤̺̳̹͇̜̤̯̲ͦ̓̏̑̅͌ ͔̩͙̣̗̺̭̣̙͎̖̰͕̻͈̒̄̇ͬͮ̍̒ͫ̇ͅô̭̠͉͙̿͌ͯͮ͂́ͤͤ̌ͨ̌̔ͧ̀ͤ̏̚f̰̗̬͎̤̙͓͔̌̆ͤ̑̐ͦͣͨͩ̒̏̍̀ͮ ̬͕͖̬͉͕̫͓̺̫̱̌ͧͯ̊̾̓ͫ̄̂́̚t͖̗̝̜͎̫̹̔ͯ͂̈́͊ͭ̆̀ͅͅͅh̫͍̳̗̰̙̠͈͎͙̮̟͇ͩ̈̆̅ͫͅẽ͙̻̖̘̮̙̂͂̃̄ͣ͌̐̑ͫ̉͂̈́ͥ ̖̲̗̻̯̦͖̲͙̥̬̱̪͇͖͇ͯͨͭͬͬ̓͊̽ͨ̔̐͌̆ͪ͛͊M͔̯͓̪̫̟̼͖̔ͮ͆̎ͦͥ̐̆̑͂ͥ̈̈́̈́͒̏ͭͩǒ̘̞̤̩ͥ͊̐̆̄͂͛̎̾ͩͭͧ̆ͬͩ̋͑r̜̞͇̤͓͔̤̦͙̱͕͔͚̖̩̦̗̦̎̿̅͌̔̾̑n̰͇͖̫̘̂ͭ́ͧͫ͗ͅỉ̲͕̗͚̋ͧ̈́ͬ̍ͦ̈̉̈́ͬͫ̃̒͐n̠̯͈͈͈̫̠͓̪̞͖͕̭̮̮̓ͥ͐̈̀ͮ̉ͮ͆̈g̜̠͖͙̥̉ͪ͋̆̏,̝̙̙̫̮͚̤̖̳͚̮̮̭͕͇͕͇ͪͮ̅̒͊̎̓ it screeches.
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He can barely concentrate on the fight with Gabriel, letting Alucard's body run mostly on autopilot, recycling the same taunts over and over again.
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͙͔̝̱̠͈͈̓̇ͪ͒̉ͬ͛́͗̿ͤ̃ͬͅY̻͔͓͙̬̭̼̰͈͇̗̣̳͉̬͙̣̰̤̏ͨ̐ͮ̽̾̒ͭ̓̓̈́ͮ͋o͖̹̪͙̜͎͚̟̰̩͎̼͚̭͖̳͍ͤͦ͆̎͒̐ͯ̌̍ͅͅṳ̼̥̩̗̯̹̠̪̥͎̪͕̠̦̜̬͎ͪ̐̄͐͗̃̾̒̈̑͗̑̆ ̳̖̪̼͔̈́̅ͮ̑̋̄̄ͧ͑̅̓͑ͪ͒ͪ̆͛͂̚d̰̮͎̤̟̻̟̤̬̪͉̟͚́̔ͦͣ͛̾̔̄ͪͣ͌̓a͙̗̯͔̜̒̃ͭ͆r͈̬̟̯͖̯̜̮͇͔͈͎͇̦̪̰̻̂̊̿̀ͮe̞͚͍̠̭̙̝̲̬̓͐̉̾̋̀ ̭̼̦̬̩͇͇͎̠ͩ͛̎̈c̜̘͍̻̐̈ͥ͒̅ͮ̿̿̎͗ͯȏ̩̱̝̤̠̞͓̼̻̰͕̩̣̲̩̮̠̓̈́̓ͧ͌̚v̳͕̖̼͖̲̹̦̮͙̖̺̻̭̪̫̙ͩ̓̋̄ͧ͊̌͒ͫ̒͛͗̓̐̍ͤ̓̇͊e̘̖̫̫̫̯̭̜͉͕͚͇̩̽͑ͪ̏ͬ̒ͥ̑͑ͬ̂͋ͭͭͫ̆͌̽͊t͎͖̗̯̝̖͓̜͓̖̲̟͍͚̭̀ͤ̔ ̤̺͚͖̱̾͊ͪͩ̾t͔͎̘͍̘̯̯̲̜̳̱̲̯̥̟͖͛̋ͥͥ̔̄̀̈́̊͂̚h͚̠̥͎̙͚ͥ̿ͯ̓̎ͥͪͬ̆͂̉̍ͣ̾̚a͕͎̥̱͙͉̠̭̺̪̭͋ͦ͒̂ͣ̌͗̆̉̑̅͆ͥ̋t̲̹̜̟̟͚͎̟͕̱̒̾̍ͪ͛̃̌̑͛̾̃̂̉̎̚ͅ ̘̲̮̯͙̮ͧͫ̓́̍̽̈̄͊̑̈́ͣͥͮ̚w̪̪̘̞̬͕͓̰̼̬̗͚̥͚̰̪̤̹̔̀ͮͭ̌ͦͣͯ́̚h̩̗̩̫͇͙̯̼̙̦͆̊͋͗͌̍ͥͥ̄i͓͓̹̻͉̙̹̣͋̉̉ͦ͊ć̱͙͚̠͕̳͔̗̮̺̠̱̬̫͙͉̅̊͌ͭ̽͋̎ͦͮ̉͑h̠̟̟̖͆̇͌̒̉͒̂̚ ̝͚̞̠͔͚̟͉ͧͪ͂̿̑́̿͂̂ͬ͆̒ͬ̋̚̚ḯ̘̰͎̞̯͇͒ͤ̓̊̆͑ͭ̔̊̋ͫ͋̚s̭̰̭̗̳͈͇͙̼̞̦̖̲̈́ͥ̔̾͗̃ͯͤ͐̓̀ͦͯ̍ ͈̤̱̟͕͔ͣͤͮͦ̊͒́̇̈́̃ͣ̀ͬn͓̻͉̜͍̼͔̱̟̤̝ͨ͆̓̿ͧͫ͛̋̚ͅͅo̻̖̩̼̟̞̫̣̘̮̣͙̗̯̭͍̪͕̖̍̑ͬͮ̈́̔̾͂̐t̳̻̱̙̤̰̩̝̹̘͎͎̗̠̣̼̫̹͕͛̆͂̎̊̄͋̐ ̖̱͙͕̲̩͙̲̎ͬͦͪ͊ͥͯͤ̃̋̾ͦ͊̈̍̽ͦ̚y͕͍̜̥͇̮̺͕͉͇̩͈͒͐̂̌ͨͭ̃o͇̥̯̥̰͓͛̽̈́͛̋u̙̟͖̫̤͚̝͔͚̣̝̹͕̦͖̤͎̠̓ͬͤ̓̃̈ͧ̂̃̑͌̒̾͂ͤͮͬ̆r̹̺̲͉̩͈͖͇̯̞̦̼̘͔͉ͩ̑̃̉ͩ̋͌ͦ̒̂ͧ̎̉ͬ̈ͮͦ̓̇s͈̥̪̺͍͙̏̌ͮ͑̄̏ͤ͒͌̍ͦ̏̔ͤͥͨ͛ ̭̲͉͖̏͑̓̾ͤ͛̇̋̒t̬̺̞͚͓̩̝̥̠͉͇̮̘̝̘̘̜̺̎̐ͮ͋ͬ̓ͤ̂ͯ̉͛̐̈́͐ͅǒ̜͔̰̦̦͔̮̺̝̺͔̖͎̈́̿ͥ̈̂͆ͫͪ͗̄͊̒̏ ͕͔͈̥̯̰̫̤̳̓͊̔͐̽͐͑̄̾ͩ͗ͧͯͅt͎͕̤̹̻̟̣̰̭̗̺͔̙͔̹̩̮͙̀̽̾̓͗ͯͭ̓ͭ̃̽ͨͣͨ̈̅ͬͪͪa̯̺͙̯̝̰̬͚̞͈̲̫̹̪͇̪̩̞̔́͗̓̅ͯ͒ͯ͆ͧ͊̀͊̓ͨ͋ͪ̇̚k͕̯̼̙̗̘̳͙̭̭̙̖̭̳̺ͧ̓̔ͤͅȇ̺̪̘̯̳̠̤͇̞͖̲͗̋̂͑ͯ̇̿̂͋ͣ̊?̰̺̜̠͇̘͓̯̭̹̟̰̥̤̱͚̝͌ͤ͗ͮͅͅ
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The only consolation to it, is that the Thing in Alucard's head is causing the pathetic undead mongrel excruciating pain as well.
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͔̦̼͇̳͇ͥ̂ͣ͛ͮͧ͐̓͌ͩͤ͗͗̚W͙̯̰̗̑̓ͫ̅e͕̳͕͇͍̮̩͇̣̮͖̘̥͚̜̓͐̑̐ͅͅ ̲̟̙̯̻̯̪̰̠̗̙͚͕͖̬̖͖̝̘ͭͨ̀̔r̞̖̳̲̦̝̦͙̥̯͕͚̊͌͂́ͦͨ͊̆͌̆ͦ̊ͮͨ̋̌ͭe͕̫͉͎̣̭̜̠͚̜̺͓̺̞̮̅͗̿ͤ͗f̜͕̙̰̙̖̯͉̱ͩͤͧ̒̔̋ͅͅu͓̱̣̜̻͇̰̣̭̺̦̠̯͎̟̥̜ͮ͂͑̉̚ͅs̼̼̦͉̥̞̯͓̥͚̪̖̳̻͕̖͎̟̐̆̓e̺̲͙̦ͧ̉̈́ͪ̂ͪ̏̾̉ͫ̂̆̋̒͋ͬ̉!͔͔͚̹̦̓͋̃ ͓̣̙͕̮̲̹̜̤̥͈̝̥͙̠̏̽̽̎̌ͬͦ͗̇̃̎ͣ̍̊̐ͪ̽̌̚ͅH͈͇̪̼͆ͣ̍ͤ͗̇̈͛͒̏̚e̘̻̜͇͇̠͖͎̗̮̩͉̺ͧ̃ͭ̉̂̔̑̈ͤ͑ͅͅ ̤͇̻̱̳̮̰̦̭̰̣̺͖͕̮͙̺͍͓̒̓ͦ̽ͩ͊̚î͕͕̰͍̘͔̻͎̤ͤ̇͂ͩ̉͋̒̀s͚̠̰̰̣͕̰̣̺̼͕͇̠̲̫̙̯̈ͯ̏ͪͣͪ̓̇́̽͗ͬ͛ͣ̚ ̭̪̥̱̯̤̼̞̜̟̉̍̏̈̊͑̏ͭͯͬ̊͗͊̄͐ͯ̉̚ͅo͚͚̘̪̳̅̓ͤ̂̇̾͊͑̊ͮ͑̿ͯủ̱̳̲̠̲̭̼̭̞̫̘͚̲͓͚ͧͬͮ̐ͦ͗̋ͨ̆ͭ͊ͫ̎̂ͫ̍̚r̜̜̱̻̻͍̬̣̗̞͉̭̞̳̬̩̓ͫͭ͐͊͑͌̈͒̓͋͛̊̾̇̑̃̏s̼͇͍̪̩̞̙̲͔̗̮̻ͬ̏ͮ̈ͭ́ͮͫ̌̆̍̓!͙̳̜̝̭̹͈͇͍͙͚̲͎̭͕̪̱̬̾̊̿ͩ̋ͭͭ͊ͤ̏̆̈̐̐ͅ
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It comes to him in a burst of awareness, and he is suddenly able to feel the pain his-
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-body is in. Gabriel truly has become a monster, to inflict so much suffering upon his own flesh and blood.
"How much punishment can this body endure?!"
And then the sun is rising, and it burns - he takes the moment to dive towards his foe, but his concentration is broken and he's struggling to hold himself within the stolen body as the twisted abomination that is the soul of Dracula's Castlevania, screams in his ears. He's been fighting a battle on two fronts, and knows with horrifying certainty that Gabriel - Dracul, the Prince of Darkness - will utterly decimate him once he leaves the modicum of protection that Alucard's body provides.
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̫̙͖͓͔̞̯͎̲̥̓ͣ̈͛̔ͨ̊ͣͮ͆̾̇̆͗Ṱ͔͉̞̙͖͉̩̫̤̱̫̝̝̞̆͒͆͗̽̃̄̈́̅ͦͬͧ̏̑ͥͅḥ͕̲̟̼͐ͦͧ̅̈ͤͧ̌͊̄ͫ̒͊e̮̰͖̣̋̽ͯͨͬ̂̃̒̃r̪͇̝̹̲͖̱͕̘̦̙̱̼̻̰̥͒ͩ̓̉̉̆́ͯͨͅe̦̝͓̗͈̦̙̦̼̫̩̻͙̙͖̫̅̈́ͧ̿̒̓̐̓̏͆ ̞͚̯̰̩̯̹̫̪͓͍̩͇̣͓̫̩̭̽̅̓̽ͥ̈͒ͨͩ̊̋s̫̰̻͎͓͙̹̦ͭ͗̐̿̐̉ͨͯ̑ͩͧ̑͗ͣͥ̓ͧ̚h̳͙̖̯͔̺̙ͫ̐̽ͭͯ̽̓̃̉̍͂̈́ͅā̜͖̙̼̭̦̹̯̳̘̖͍̜̥̣̬͕̊̐̒́͑̍̍ͫ̉ͅl͓̺̲̲̩̟̻̜̞̳̙͙̝̩̟̆ͨͤl̯̦͙͔͚̪̮̘͌̉̽ͪͮ̄̅̑̍ͣ̒̄̐ͮ̓ ̫̞̩͚̺̬̤̭͔̮̪ͭ̄̔̀ͅo͈̖͖͎̺̲̪̲̱̺̹̜̬͇̮̞̫̗ͮ́͂̐͛ͧ̋̓̑̓͆͆ͪͪn̺̗̟̪̝̺ͪ̐̽ͪ͒̅͒̆ͪ͑ͬͩ̚̚l͈̺̭̗͖͓̦͎̇͌ͬ̇ͨ̂y̱̦͔͈̮̝̥̣͇̤̹̮̬̟̤̅̅̉͌̈ͤ̽̿ͤͪͩ̏͗̀ͨ ͉͚̩͓͗̇̃̈̈́ͯë̜͖͖̳̰́ͨ̇̎ͣ̐̌̓͆̓ͧ̓̽͗ͅv̗̯͍̺͓ͧ͆ͪ͒͒ͥ̍͗̎ͪe̹̱͚̝͈ͭͣ̿͌̆́̾ͣ̋̉ͮ́̔ͪ̃ͥr̬̯̘̻̱̫̱̫̲͋ͮ̇̇͐̋̓̿͗̀ͬͦ̚ ͉̲̳̫̳̮͚̠̝̌̎́͂̂̏̌̒̈̐͋̌b͚̪̰̱̻̻̭̮̺̘̱̱̳̮͎̪͍̅̽ͬ̅ͮ̂͂̒͗ͭ̂ͦ͐̎̍ͥ͛ͩȇ̪͇͇̖̙̺̣͚̐ͦͮ̈ͩ̉ͤͥ̚ͅ ͓̣̠̮͕͕͎̥̲̫̜̰̙͍̺̋̎ͧ̌͛̾̌ͩ͒ͯo͖̩̺̤̬̭̣̘̫̰̯͇ͧ͛ͭ͆ͪ̾͆̿͛̈́̒͛n̘̯̝̻̠̩̞͚͇͈̱͔͍̜͈̹̙͔̈́ͯͮ̄̀͒̓̀ͬ̋̎̓͗̔ͯͮe͎̰̟̠ͮͭͩ͒̑͋ͨ̆̋͊̍ͥ͋̓ͮ ̥̖̻̯̰̩̖̝̦̜͔͑̆̌̚P̞̝͍͇̭̭͔̺̱̥͎ͧͯ͒̇͌̎̽̑̉͐̚ŕ͕̞̺̘̟͈̭̝̣̗̫̗̮̑̌ͨ̐̀ͦ̓͋i̠͍͇̮̙̙̬̜̘̣͕̗̤̘̖ͫ̓ͯͦ̄̅̈ͨ̚n͕̳̪͓̟̻̬͔̮̥͉̩̩͕͖͍̺ͧͧ̅̇c͎͔̫͍̱̹̬͉͖͔̫̰̖̦̮̖͎̲̅̂ͭ͆ͯͩͧͦe͉̠̫̤̲̻̮̗͕͚̫͈̩̹̝̫̖̭ͭͣ͋̏̆ͬ̿̅̔̽̓ͮͭͨ̏̓̔ ̣͙̖̪̣̼̉͐̒̎͋̈͌͂ͯ͆ͯͥo̯̹̻̖̮̺̝̫̜͓̎̐ͧ̊̄͆ͨ͌̄̒̆̾̚f̰͇̰̭͚̭̦̮̹̲̻͗̈͋͐̓ͬ̐͒͊̃̅ͣͤ̔̓ ̙̗̱̜̤̽̃̑͑̑D̘̭̝͇̼̺̫͎̖̩̑̑̐ͥ̀a̦̩͓͕̺͍̙̭̤̞͔̭̪̹̰ͮ̐͑̐̾̉̂͗ͭ̑̔̃̄r̤̠̪̖̹̣͚ͤ͑̄̆̿ͧͮ̄͊ͩ̅̓k̗͍͇̟̘̝̼͖̪͍͈̰̬̽̒ͣͪͧ͌ͦn̞̯͈̪͉͕̘̺͚͎̳͉̭̘͔̳̫̱̈́̐̋́e̠̜̯̩̲̠̲̘̣͍ͣ͐ͭ͋̋̆ͦ̉̋́ͫ̑̈́̆ͧͥ̆̆̚s͈̻̥͙̹͇̫͙̰̳̰̠ͫ̄̅̑ͅͅs̟̥͖̦̬͙͕̥̺̘̺̻͓͈͕̼̗͕̬͂̽͋͐ͦ̓ͨ!̹̥̪̖̖̭͚̈͗̓̏ͮ̊͒ͧ̓͊ͅ
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"You won't kill your son to destroy me!"
But, then Dracul grins, feral and sharp and victorious, raising the Vampire Killer up over his head to bring it crashing down, right as the Castle shoves the weakened fallen angel out of Alucard's body with a nauseating screech.
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̘̺̟̀ͭ̂̆̓̎̋ͣͨͭ͌ͧĀ̤͕̮̞̍̾ͧͫ̈́̔͛̌̀n̪̹͙̜̙͉̙͓̼̻͉̬̬̜̳͚̈́ͯ͂̒́̉͂̎̚ͅͅd͕͙͔̺̩͕̲̙͕̖͎̯̄ͬ̄͌ͮ̐̓ͤͧ̂ͤͤ̇̑ͪ ̹͎͖͕̺̥̲͇̫̱̟͎̖͕̪͒̋̅ͯ̆̈͑͐ͭͩ̋̌͛ͣͣ̇̔i̼̩̜̺̦͍͙̜͎̺̠̫̣̟̯̱͛̄̍͗̌̇ͅs̭̬͇̣͕͈̺̗͎̘̩͆́ͯ̅̅ͥ͐ͤ͛̽ͤ̂̆ͧ ̯͕̹̺̩͍̰̲͓̹͗̐ͮ̓̿͛ͦ͒ͤ͛ͬ̉n̘̣͔̫̭̩̻̺̺̘̲̬̫̱͓͚̤̖̲̉̀̑ͤ̋o̘̬̙̗͎̲̫͕͕͖̣͎̗ͥ̂ͤ͐ͣͤ̈ͬ͛͒̔͑̇ͥͬͅt͕̪̟̖̱̳̟̹̭̞̫̪ͧ̿̍͆͑ͯ̾ͬͬ̚ͅ ͍̣̗̰̞̅͗̆̀͛̿ͤ̾ͮͮ̉͆ͪy̲̲̳̙̟̳̮͇͍͔͔͂ͭͬ͒͆ô̙̣̻̪̬̥ͩ̑͑̽ͤ̾͒ͧ̏ͤu̟̪̣͓̗̫͇̦̳̯̞̱ͣ̏ͣ̐͂̔̃ͫ̿̂͌͗̇̆͆!͎̯͕͙̟̞̫̗̝̞̘̺̠̤͖ͥ͌̊͌̒ͮͪ̃̑͒̓̏͛͒ͭͯ̌
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And then the stake is in his heart, and everything is unraveling around him. He can hear the Castle's laughter in his thoughts - Gabriel says something, but he doesn't know what it is.
And then Lucifer is dead.
((I'm sorry the ending is lame. T_T))