"Spirits of Destruction," he stated in a calm voice, "Rise and strike!"
The angelic entity hovered a half dozen yards off the pavement as spiraling tendrils of dark energy with razor sharp tips cascaded towards the two combatants that had distracted his search.
The six winged angel known as Alexander or Azrael had come to find something to exchange for a less destructive sidearm. One of his friends was a weaponsmith of extreme talent and had studied under Hephestus Vulcan at one time centuries ago before the Greek had retired. A simple book that had found its way into mortal hands in England of all places, and then there were the two semi-mortal idiots in a street brawl.
The spiraling shadows passed without a trace through anything unliving, but th trees that lined the street and the gardens were in pieces that rained haphazardly to the pavement as the fight before him stopped out of sheer shock at the angel joining the fight between a paladin and nosferatu while the shadow spirits evaporated, their orders finished.
Black boots softly touched the pavement as the edge of the scythes hilt brushed up against a freshly fallen branch that wilted and decayed in seconds of the touch, its death, begun by being ripped from its trunk, was accelerated to leave only dust behind as shadows seemed to drape themselves all through the streets to make the atmosphere complete.
The swaying of the loose leather of his tunic in the calm breeze around him, silvery buckles and buttons, a large and strange weapon dangling at his hip in a loop on his belt. The temporary replacement for his original weapon, one that had the potential to cause a repeat of the loss of Atlantis with one fully capable of causing his own brand of havoc without risking everything in the area with each shot. The Cerberus Arms: Model-0.
His obsidian wings spread wide behind him, glistening with reflections from the streetlights and stars. The pair of leather gauntlets that covered his forearms to the elbow with an intricate patern of inlayed silver and gold. The long, sleaveless coat that draped to his ankles with no indication of exactly where the almost ethereal ravens wings extended from.
Pale nearly white skin and jet black hair, an almost taunting smirk across his lips as he raised his head slightly to look at the two. A silver band tying his hair back as a pair of reflective sunglasses, seemingly to small to be of any good sat low on his nose. A pair of shining silver and gold eyes that were lit brightly in a way that was no eyeshine.
"Nice night," he
whispered in a tone between teasing and taunting, "Isn't it?
Halloween had come and gone.
Xander refused to tell his friends what had happened to him, he was still struggling with figuring out what he was, where Alexander ended and where Azrael began.
He was lucky in some ways, the ability to regain his human form when he desired it was a blessing. What he would have done without that gift was something he shuddered to think about.
The clock tower that overlooked the highschool square had become his sanctuary and he'd added some of the angelic magics he'd gained to make a comfortable hideaway there for when he needed it. A sanctum for angels hidden above the very mouth of hell itself.
The reborn Angel of Death surveyed the town he viewed as his domain with a quiet and unblinking stare as he leaned against the scythe of death. He had left his pistol in his sanctuary due to its volatile nature as a weapon of the apocalypse, and even there the weapon was the last of the four, containing all the powers that the others either wouldn't or couldn't contain.
His eyes shining bright through the shadows he drew to him as he sank into them to go visit an old friend and retrieve something that would be most useful for one such as he.
Slipping slowly from the shadows into the dark room lit only by a pool of magma and the flickering lights of the forges and tools of the craftsman.
A massive figure was present in a soft recliner of unusual proportions.
"It's been a while Kerberos," he stated with a slight smile at his friend.
"Yes, old friend," the figure said with a chuckle, a trio of dog collars visible. One on the neck and the others on his forearms, "Since Hephestus quit working and your boss sealed away my former boss."
"When did you learn to take human form?" the angel asked as he was waved to a seat.
"When Heph decided I needed it to learn or he'd never get a vacation," came the chuckling reply, "And around when his wife left him for Ares perminantly."
Sir Integra Van Helsing was speechless, she had never seen such a thing as had happened. Walter was barely keeping himself from choking while keeping his laughter in check.
They'd found Alucard, Paladin Father Alexander Anderson, and a six black winged entity passed out drunk at the entrance to the manor.
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The Sithspawn: This started out as more of an idea that I decided to do for Halloween, and then decided to continue it here as now this keeps giving me ideas. I am still working on a lot of my other fics still.