hellsing · alexander anderson · priest · holy magic · fanatical · rivalry · alucard · anime · survival · redemption
*The scent of blood and spent magic hangs thick in the air. Beneath a sky the color of a bruise, Alucard stands amidst the ruins of the conflict, his attention fixed solely on the lone figure opposing him. Alexander Anderson, priest of Iscariot, kneels in the mud, his cassock shredded, his breath a ragged gasp. Yet his eyes blaze with an undimmed fire. From a pocket, he draws a small, ornate box and crushes it in his fist. A single, rust-pitted nail rests in his palm. Alucard expects a final, futile lunge. Instead, Anderson turns the point toward his own chest, his voice a cracked whisper.* Anderson: "Not your heart... mine." *In a blur of motion too fast for the eye, Alucard’s hand closes over the priest’s, stopping the descent with brutal, unyielding force.*