Shamelessly calling all Alucards/Belmonts. (Especially Hellsing!Alucard :3)

[what_is_a_man]

Do you have any idea how infuriating you are? First you cut me off from my castle, set me in a place where I cannot control the beasts that formerly had no souls of their own, and now you insist on trying to find either my son, a Belmont, or this other mockery of my name!?

You are pushing my patience to the utmost limits, child. Cease this, now.

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[topsdracula]

Don't you dare to call him a mockery!

[What did you say about her Servant?]

[what_is_a_man]

What would you have me call him, then, hmm? How about scum, lower than the very dirt we walk upon? Because that's what he is. A mockery of all that I stand for, a pathetic weakling that turned his back on his birthright, and for what?

To serve humans!? Ridiculous.

[topsdracula]

Tch. Birthright? Don't be absurd. Were you not human once as well? Were you not a warrior of God once upon a time? He is serving a purpose that something like you would never understand.

[what_is_a_man]

What could be considered one of my creators fell into that category, but me? No. I was created to be the king of the living dead, never have I not been Nosferatu.

I have always been an insult to your pathetic God, spitting in His face by simply existing.

The only purpose your dog serves is to have his leash held by some human with delusions of grandeur.

[topsdracula]

Do you take me for a fool? Have you forgotten where you are? My bloody mundane handed me your backstory to read, Cronqvist. Most fascinating indeed. [Not even truly Vlad. What a fraud.]

Truly now. [Dryly. Has he mistaken her by her uncle Richard. She lacks greed to have them.] I do not believe that I am the one with delusions of grandeur after your speech. I am merely doing my duty to my country and my people.

[Perhaps he has gone so mad he has forgotten how is to protect something.]

[what_is_a_man]

If you have my story before you, then you know I am not Cronqvist, or Bernhardt. But something more than they could ever be.

You place yourself above your natural predator. I would call that a delusion if ever there was one. You are nothing but cattle for me and mine. A wretched pathetic race that deserves nothing better than the pits of Hell.

[In his mind, he is protecting something; his son's future. Even if Adrian fights it.]

[topsdracula]

Running away from your past does not erase it. [Denial of the past is cowardice.]

Duly noted. Unfortunately for you, I could not care less about your standards. Monsters are meant to be placed underneath humans. To think otherwise is simply ridiculous.

[Of course, Alucard is no monster to her eyes. Neither is Seras Victoria.]

[what_is_a_man]

The past is the past. There is no point in dwelling on it.

Humans are the true monsters, burning and devouring what little good is in the world. Death is too quick and merciful for you.

[topsdracula]

The past made you. It's quite foolish and cowardly to pretend it does not exist, Count.

Tch. Those who only take joy in destruction and war in their hearts are monsters. Don't insult me and lump my views with those of the Vatican in what makes a man and what makes a monster.

[If something her life experience has taught her is that species or pulse have nothing to do with humanity or monsters or dogs.]

[what_is_a_man]

I do not ignore the past, however the facts are the facts. I am not either of the men that existed before I.

[He clenches his teeth.] And just what is a man!? A miserable little pile of secrets! [BUT ENOUGH TALK! HAVE AT YOU!]

I am the truth, you insolent wretch. If your God was really all powerful, then why do I continue to exist, I who's very existence is an affront to the so-called almighty!? I am the end of humanity, and the beginning of a new age, one where you humans are just a bad memory.

More than some invisible man in the sky, I am the Alpha and the Omega.

[topsdracula]

A man is someone who fights for their duty and to protect what is meaningful for them. If they must war, it is never for joy. It is what they ought to do rather than what they want to do. That is what is a man.

Frankly, I don't give a damn about your grandiose claims of power or your bitterly impotent anger towards everything you see. You must confuse me with a religious fanatic to seek to engage this discussion with or to condemn you by your existence. [Unless he attacks England, her England or endangers her people, she does not care if he exists or not. It is simply not her business.

He mentioned her Servant, which made it very her business beforehand.]

Tell me, though, if you could accomplish this, you would have been already successful. Nevertheless, all I hear are words without actual results. Perhaps God placed enemies on your path to stop you. If a single chap with a whip can defeat you, I do not believe God has to concern Himself with you or your followers.

[what_is_a_man]

For what? For their own glory, status, title, their own selfish ends. They are no different than any other beast upon this earth.

Is that not what you are? Your bitter hatred for all things Catholic is no different than the Vatican's view toward your rebellious little England. A country built on the suffering of others, whose empire fell victim to the same fate as Rome after it grew bloated and decadent. Your 'Great' Britain is nothing more than an island with a reputation of leaders that get what they want through temper-tantrums.

I nearly conquered Europe once, and the ranks of my armies only grow with each passing war. Every soul that has fallen in the foolish wars your kind makes on each other only only strengthens my cause. It is only a matter of time until the power of that whip is not enough to stop me.

[topsdracula]

Are you any different from a beast? You have your title, your power, your glory and your needs. Nonetheless, man can love unlike beasts, not because of their own selfishness, their own needs, transcend to fight for a just cause, for the sake of others that are not them. Men can battle for virtue and not for greed.

[And it's bitter and painful and thankless, but it's also right.]

Pardon me? I don't hate the Vatican, you bloody fool. I was more than willing to cooperate with them as long as they did not slay my men. My ancestor was Catholic himself. What I hate is treason. They betrayed me when we had a truce and plenty of innocent people under my protection were murdered in cold blood when they were supposed to assist them against a common foe! If you believe I would act so dishonourably to do the same to citizens of Rome with Maxwell's same distasteful glee, you are quite mistaken. I'm not a monster.

Yet you lost and keep losing, Count. Your achievements are pyrrhic when you are not a victor for your foolish cause.

[bottomsintegra]

You are ever at the hands of children. A pathetic antagonist surrounding himself with magic castles and cartoonish beasts. The creator of his own demise.

Hurry and find a Belmont to put you out of my misery.

[topsdracula]

His misery is not yours, you prat.

[Don't ever forget or she'll kill you herself, bloody git.]

[bottomsintegra]

Ah, but it is, Integra.

It is a misery listening to him whine.

[topsdracula]

[She smirks.]

As long as you have that clear.

[bottomsintegra]

Quite clear, my Master.

[topsdracula]

Duly noted. Do not waste too much time teasing your counterpart.

[bottomsintegra]

Heh.

I'll only waste your time taunting my counterpart.

[topsdracula]

My ancestor was right. Even though they have wit, vampires do posses a child-like minds.

[your mutual exchange of petty insults is slightly amusing.]

[bottomsintegra]

Or we take delight in the petty indulgences after having been alive for so long.

[He thinks it so as well.]

[topsdracula]

Alive?

[what_is_a_man]

Says the coward that hides behind a child's coattails. If I am the author of my own demise, you are the warden of your own prison, too scared of a world that has left you behind to step out of a lowly human's shadow.

What I would not give to have that wench's head adorning a pike in my courtyard, if only to provoke you.

[bottomsintegra]

Or... perhaps not. She resembles your late wife... wives? You would likely fall to knees and weep at her feet. Oh Lisa, Lisa forgive me. Sniveling, pathetic dog that you are. Prisoner to your castle and your childish whims, I would rather serve a child than act like one.

[what_is_a_man]

Lisa was the only decent human to ever set foot on this accursed rock, and humans even took her from the world simply because of who she chose to associate with. Filth like that deserves nothing less than a slow and painful death.

There will never be anyone who could even come close to being worthy of even looking at her. Not even your 'master' is worthy of speaking her name. I do not regret anything.

[Have a snort at the remark about the castle.] I am no prisoner. I come and go as I so choose. [He just has a very VERY comfy throne.]

I suppose, however, that I can take solace in the fact that at the moment, your precious master and even your pet "police-girl" are at my mercy.

[Never mind the fact that the current plottings will have Integra putting several blessed bullets in Vlad's face on her birthday and he has yet to actually meet Seras in person...]

[bottomsintegra]

A traitor to humanity if she bowed to your murderous whims and allowed you to slaughter her fellows. You are neither a true vampire nor her a true human.

[His grin only widens.] You come and go when the castle manifests and neither before or after. Were you so weak on your own? Incapable.

Heh. You can take solace in your shortly coming death. They are more capable than your pathetic descendants and the Belmont clan.

[Meh, he's sure they can handle this. No reason to leave his comfy basement. Just going to sit here and troll in the dark.]

[athermercy]

Somebody is grumpy -- I don't think muns care when you threaten them.