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"Tears of a demon"

Suggestion: "Hey so I noticed you are taking suggestions. If it’s okay, could you do one that’s about Alucard and Anderson and what they think of each other like in the final battle. Like Alucard having major self-hatred and Anderson like being like o I think I get it now and kind of like maybe regretting some things, he has said. You can ignore if you want to thank you for reading."

- I hope this brings your suggestion to justice! It has been a while since I've written anything but I really enjoyed this and I hope you do as well.

“I’m impressed, Iscariot,” the vampire said with a smug smirk as he looked down at the man before him. Alexander Anderson was more resilient than he once thought. He fought his way through countless undead men just to stand before the monster. “Show me more, Alexander Anderson!” Alucard was more than impressed with what he saw from the priest. Battling with only mere bayonets and sheer willpower to finally defeat his long-time foe, it was admirable. He was the only one who was worthy enough to fight against the vampire.

Anderson retrieved a wooden box from the inside of his dirtied coat pocket and locked eyes with Alucard, “I, too, have a mighty weapon, Vampire.” Alucard let out a small chuckle. He knew nothing Alexander had could ever compare to his Jackal. The bullets were made of pure silver processed with Macedonia and this gun was made as a request by Alucard. He wanted something bigger and better to use against Anderson if another fight should ever come and it has.

Alexander crushed the box with his soiled gloved hand to reveal nothing but a nail. Alucard’s usual smug expression was wiped from his face. “A nail? Am I to assume that you are threatening me with one of the last few remaining holy artifacts of Rome?” The vampire inquired as he studied Anderson’s next move. “Oh, yes…” Abruptly, the priest turned the holy article towards his heart.

“Stop! Do you understand what that thing will do to you? You’ll become one of God’s monsters. Don’t succumb to power and maintain your humanity. It does not matter what reason you choose to do this for. Whether it be in the name of your lord or for the demonic - you’ll be a monster.” The vampire insisted that Anderson quit trying to act as if this will prove anything. If Alexander did indeed shove this nail into his heart, he’d end up being nothing but a monster. Just like Alucard.

A concoction of self-loathing and anger swelled in the chest of the beast. The recklessness and lengths that Anderson was willing to go just to defeat Alucard was nothing short of alarming. Alucard hadn’t expected things to get this far. “I became a monster because I could not bear the weight of being a mortal… If I am to be defeated it must be by a human.” The vampire felt his mind wander and felt his confident composure begin to dissipate. “Don’t become a monster...” his crimson eyes softened as he spoke. “A monster, like me.” Alucard’s tone was slightly pleading. Truth be told, nothing could have prepared him for the life of immortality. The burden of it all. All of the lives he’s taken. All of the souls he’s tormented. The evilness of the world was a lot for one man who’s outlived countless generations. Certain things haunted this mind. His childhood was nothing but traumatic and frightening. He had to live with that buried for eternity.

Anderson was puzzled by the sudden change in demeanor that the vampire was taking. He never expected words of warning from his nemesis. The priest watched as the vampire shifted to meet his gaze. Despite the warning, Anderson paid no mind. “I would love nothing more than to abandon my humanity to serve my Lord.” Dropping to his knees, the priest shoved the nail into his heart. “You idiot!” Alucard readied the Jackal, only to suddenly have his right arm and head severed with Anderson’s holy bayonet.

They fought for what seemed like hours. However, both men knew that they couldn’t go on fighting like this forever. They took a brief reprieve, both of them panting to themselves. Alucard held himself upright as Anderson used a nearby piece of debris to rest against. “You really should’ve heeded my warning, Father Anderson,” Alucard said solemnly. “You… You should’ve died like an honest man. Do you believe that your false savior would have someone like you roam in his divine kingdom?” The vampire’s words must’ve struck a chord inside of the priest.

“Are you meaning to tell me that I have done the opposite of what my God intended for me?” Anderson spat. The loyalty that Anderson showed to his ideals and faith was commendable. However, Alucard knew that his enemy could not tread the same path of immortality. He had to kill him. “Yes,” Alucard muttered only for himself to hear. While caught in a moment of weakness, Alucard leaped from his resetting area to catch Alexander off guard and without a moment's hesitation, ripped out the man's steaked heart.

Screeches from Iscariot members rang out as their leader’s heart was squashed in the hands of such an unholy beast. Anderson fell backward, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Alucard hated what he had become. Although he was a monster now, he knows that there is still a frail child inside of him who never received his peace and never will. He hated feeling his variability as it seeped into his usual arrogance.

“This is how I became what I am!” Tears of blood began to ripple down the vampire's face as he wept and he dropped to his knees, blurring his face into his hands. Alexander let out a chuckle at the sight before him. “I think I understand what you’ve been feeling, Vampire.” Anderson’s voice was hoarse as he spoke. “Your tears are reminiscent of a child. I understand you now. I’m sorry for not understanding earlier.” With that, Father Alexander Anderson was gone.

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