Monsters and Angels

Alucard shot upwards, a jolt of roiling malevolent black fog. How dare they come to his sanctuary, these unseen fighters? How dare they interrupt him when he had far more interesting prey to pursue?

His energy snapped around him like crimson lightning, his lips stretched in a snarl as he broke the surface of the great hall. Walter stood staring at the newcomers. Bundled as though they came from frigid north, armed. His wires at the ready.

Alucard growled menacingly, but they seemed unaffected. “What do you want?” he demanded. One of the visitors stepped forward, and lifted the goggles from their eyes. Golden eyes, oddly hued stared back at it. These people, were not human, that much he knew, nor were they exactly like him.

The tall being before him, tugged the coverings lower and flashed a fanged smile, “Well met Alucard. Prince of the shadows”. He blinked, having not been called that in many long years. “Who are you?” he snapped.

“I am Sephiel” the other replied calmly. The voice smooth, modulated, female. She held her gloved hand out to him, and in it, he saw the tightly rolled scroll. “So that you might prepare your men” she went on, urging him to accept.

He extended his hand, fingers closing over the cylinder. And then pain shot up his arm, and he growled at Sephiel. The burn was unmistakable. His eyes moved to the object in his grasp and he bit back a fanged curse and half a smile. “Angelic sypher” he mused.

His gaze returned to hers then and she smiled, once again gifting him with the dazzling display of razor canines. “We aren’t so very different” she told him, “You and I. Both monsters moving in human worlds. The only difference in your master is human and mine….well….mine is the origin of all that is”.

She turned to walk away but his words stopped her, “Tell your brother….Michael I said hello”. She lifted one brow and then nodded slowly, “In the war to come Alucard the line dividing monsters and angels will blur as the true nature of the beast reveals itself”.

Then she was gone, her group with her and Walter blinked dumbfounded. Recovering swiftly he glared at the cocky vampire. “What in blazes was that all about?” he grouched. Alucard was already reading the missive, “Angels Walter. We’ve been visited by angels”


Sephiel sighed as she paced the long dark corridors to the bowels of the Vatican. Father Kieran would be waiting of course. Her mind moved back to her encounter with the famed Alucard. Darkest soul in all of creation. So they said.

She had heard the tale of Kieran from her brother, who’d spared his life and given him over to the aging priests so long ago. Charging them with special instructions to care for him, to use his gifts. Something had gone awry in his turning, he was more like herself than he was like Alucard. An oddity, but one that was not completely unheard of. Now, after meeting the elusive nosferatu, she found herself questioning a great deal. He was not a wild thing, driven by insanity and bloodlust. Not at all. And given what she had come to know to be true of him, he was not so dark a soul at all.

He fought for the forces of light, going against all in his nature to do so. “A true enigma” Kieran’s voice rang out in the dark and she turned to meet his gaze, “Intruding on my thoughts again?” she asked. He nodded, “Only when you broadcast them to the world at large Sephiel”.

She chuckled, “I don’t” she assured him, “Perhaps I was merely waiting for you to enlighten me”. The immortal warrior shook his head, “He is a mystery. Had been one even in life. It’s what draws others to him. Hold them to him. When I heard that he had bowed his great head to a little girl, I really should not have been surprised.”

Sephiel smirked, “I’d have expected him to eat her.” Kieran laughed, and shook his head, “No not that. Alucard is a killer, and as cold blooded as they come” he agreed, “However he has a very specific code of honor. She would not have been his first choice of a meal, though he might have found pleasure in toying with her fear.”

The angel blinked, “Then why? Why did he bow to her?” Kieran cocked his head and smiled, “Perhaps because he had finally found someone whose spirit was as unshakeable as his own. He would have admired that, wanted that”.

The angel flung her coverings away, her hair like sunlit fire splaying around her shoulders, her delicately pointed ears peeking between the bright strands. “He is an oddity, the original monster and yet…. His heart…… it is not completely consumed by the darkness of his nature.’

Kieran shrugged, “He never was one to follow the norm I suppose”. She grunted softly, “And his skill?”. Kieran grinned, “No finer fighter in all creation I can assure you that he will hold strong against any who oppose him… even heaven itself.” Sephiel sighed, “Lets be glad that it’s not heaven he is to stand against.”


Alucard sank back into the high backed seat of Integra’s office, his crimson eyes flowing over the angelic script carefully. Written in complex system of riddles and prose, anyone not versed in it would easily lose interest, not understanding what they read.

He was well versed in all things however, and this posed no problem for him. Behind him the shadows stirred, the scent of Integra filling his nostrils and he merely held his hand out to her. Her smaller hand falling into his grasp easily, like satin.

She’d come to him, swathed in his silken sheet, clearly not ready to concede the defeat of her desires. Alucard felt himself harden at the sight of her. Her power, her grace, all were his and his alone for all time and then some. Her pale hair shimmered like silver against the blue glare of the computer. The heavy drapes saving that pristine flesh from the burning light of day. He wanted nothing more that to resume his previous activities, however that would have to wait. Until this new matter had been dealt with.

“They were not human” she said, her chin jutting toward the window. Alucard drew her into his lap, “No” he agreed, “They were not”. Her sharp eyes landed on the scroll, “What is that?” she demanded, reaching for it. Alucard plucked her fingers away from it, “It will hurt you” he warned her, “Though not too seriously, it’s ensorcelled with angelic magicks.”. She blinked in question, leaning closer to the fine vellum that shimmered with glimmering specks. “Angelic you say?” she asked, her eyes moving over the odd markings, she’d never seen the like. Nothing angelic save sigils lurked in her memory, “Can you read it?”

Alucard nodded, “I can. It is not the first time I have been given such a message” he assured her. She frowned, “You are supposed to be evil, scum of the earth” she pointed out. He threw his head back and laughed, “What is it Integra?” he cooed, “Angry because your God holds creatures like me close to his heart?”.

She grunted, “Doubtful”. He pressed a fanged kiss to her bare shoulder, “You always did doubt my little Thomas” he told her, “They will be our allies in this fight”.