Post by Bee on May 20, 2012 17:47:45 GMT -6
Name: Alexander Anderson
Aliases: Father, Paladin, Execution, Bayonet, Angel dust, Dust du dust, Off with his head, Killing Judge, Judas Priest
Age: Late 60s Early 70s
Gender: Male
Species: Human Regenerator
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Canon or Original: Canon
Date of Birth: 1930s
Place of Birth: Scotland (presumed)
Physical Appearance:
Fixed on Father Andersons head is short spikey blond hair. His eyes are green and his skin is rather tan. He has a constant stubble on his face along with a scar on his left cheek running up from his squared jaw. Complimenting his face are a set of round glasses. He wears a grey cassock and black pants with black boots. His gloves read Jesus Christ is in Heaven and Speak with The Dead.
Special Abilities:
Advanced super human strength, speed, and agility. Regeneration, Enhanced Durability. Holy Barriers
Weapons: Alexander Anderson uses scores of blessed bayonets presumably made of silver as well as smaller blades which are held between his fingers like claws.
History: AMEN!
It’s not entirely known when and where he was born or for how long he has been on his crusade. What is known is the constant war against all that is unnatural and all who are unbelievers. This Anderson has started his journey different than the iteration of Earth, who was murdered by Ranka and Alucard. This Anderson was born to a completely different reality where Vampires had an empire, demons reigned supreme, and the few humans left hid in solitude.
Father Anderson was part of the only holy grounds left. His foe was indeed Dracula himself. A hundred years ago Abraham Van Helsing had failed to kill the king of the vampires. In his death Mina was left to her own devices eventually branching out and infecting more and more with the vampiric disease. His life has been harder than the other editions of Anderson, he grew up fearing vampires and demons, watching them devour the population. He was created into a killing machine much earlier during the peak of his age when his body would adapt to his enhancements much more strongly.
Anderson as tasked with fighting alongside his brethren in the Holy Order of the Vatican the Knights Templar. His mentor was Father Jean de Milan by rank Marshal, along with Father Jean was his superior Grand Marshal Benedict who was the one that originally found and warded off the demons that were chasing him as a child. He was trained by Father Jean, Knight Sir Tom, and Master Basil the Confessor under the watchful eye of the Pope.
When Anderson was finally fully trained as a full-fledged Knight his skills where put to the test. Senior Knight Sir Tom led the charge against the demon outpost. Anderson found himself in open combat with things much more powerful than he, but this wouldn’t sway his judgment. After a successful raid Sir Tom was advanced to Under-Marshal to Father Jean. Anderson took to reading and studying scripture from all around the world.
One evening the Pope visited Anderson in his private chambers. He was given an offer that no other outside of the Devout Order. The Pope explained that the people who had trained him and even the Grand-Marshal himself was part of this small order within’ the Knights Templar. The Devout Order was tasked with the job of killing Dracula and Belial, one being the King of the Damned the other being the General of the Fourth Reich.
Anderson accepted at once. The process to change him completely would take ten long years. During that time he would continue to memorize the scripture he read and even collected bible upon lost bible. The world around him would change for the worse while he was locked away training and being changed. During these ten years: The Vampires would advance on the Stone Wall Organization where they would be matched against Aecrim the Dread Hound. Stone Wall held together for a year long, one by one their operatives fell.
Aecrim would face the Dread King Dracula in single combat, for the first time in nearly 500 years the brothers did battle. Eventually Dracula succumbed to his wounds and Aecrim would escape proving who the better of the two were at the time. However, he didn’t expect Dracula to go easy on him and allow him to escape like he had. Belial would march his demon army across Russia eventually taking down the Patriarchates Holy Army.
Finally the tenth year came. Anderson was in his physical prime at 30 years of age. He stood before the Pope and the other Devout. The Pope recited: I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service. And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God. Recompense to no man evil for evil. Provide things honest in the sight of all men. Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord. Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.
Each of them said Amen. The light shone hard on Anderson he closed his eyes feeling the purity bless his soul. His feet left the ground as the warmth washed over him. His divine powers were put to the test his faith questioned, his resolve was pure. The chamber shook as the light dissipated dropping Anderson to his knees. He would catch his breath and raise to his feet a new man, the same man who the world of evil would soon fear as the Wrath of God. For as the light hit him he was told he was the Avatar of Wrath that no good men were left outside the walls of the Vatican and that the world would be washed with fire had his mission failed.
“Amen.” He replied to them.
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Fast-forward to the battle field. He was dressed in the same Templar armor as the Devout. His sword flew through the skull of one unlucky vampire. His march was heavy as his words yelled loudly, “Our Father! Thine is the kingdom, the power an’ the glory, forever an’ ever. AMEN!” His short blade was thrown from its resting place into one unlucky pagan monster. His stance and march increasingly grew more heavy as he moved forward cutting through the crowd with more deliverance than before.
The rest of the Templars had only just arrived to the battlegrounds to witness the slaughter that laid behind Anderson. For over three hundred of these vampires had been ashed and slain in one long path. Many more stood in his way. “Our father in heaven, hallowed me thy name. Yer kingdom come, yer will be done, on Earth as in Heaven, AAAMEN!” The Templars witnessed Anderson throw his sword but it was followed by hundreds of blades which impaled, murdered, and slew many in its path. The light from the sun cut through the blackened familiar filled skies and shone on the advancing Templar army for the first time in ten years.
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Anderson would eventually gain the attention of the vampire leadership and even Belials. Scouting the dead cities he was ambushed which he promptly slew. After he was advanced on and warned by one of the vampires, Aecrim. “You are the Killing Judge Father Anderson, correct?”
Anderson looked over his glasses tilting his head toward Aecrim, “Ye’ve no right t’ speak my name with yer filthy words, vampire.”
“Listen for a moment Father. The No Life King is onto you.”
The Father laughed hysterically, “If a vampire wants t’ feel the wrath o’ god than let them.”
“No, you are no match for the Dread Lord.”
His laughter stopped, “I believe yer mistaken vampire. I’ll prove it t’ ya.”
He drew his sword but Aecrim shook his head and raised his hand. “No. Go forward then… I have warned you.”
Aecrim stepped aside and allowed Anderson to go forward. Eventually he came into an opening, the town square where at the top of the stairs to the capital building sat an armored man. Surrounding him was hundreds of vampires. The armored man stood, “My name is Vlad Tepes Dracula, I will ask of you only a moment of your time priest. You intrigue me.”
“Our mission is t' punish any heretic who would deny the word of God! We will crush yer unholy body and salt th' earth w' yer dust! Amen!” Anderson burst forward into the crowd easily pushing them about with hundreds of blades. Dracula grabbed his sword hilt and drew his blade, “It’s time someone put you in your place Human. Step aside I will handle this myself! COME FATHER ANDERSON!”
“Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and for thy possession, the ends of the earth. Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron. Thou shalt dash them in pieces, like a potters vessel. Be wise now therefore ye kings. Be admonished ye judges of the earth. Serve the lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the son lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, though his wrath be kindled but a little. This can be over with one swing of my sword, AMEN!” Anderson rushed forward quickly his sword raised; Dracula moved forward as well the two collided.
As their swords crashed together the light between them exploded pushing Dracula back furiously. Anderson stepped forward even quicker thrusting his blade forward but the familiars burst from Dracula’s chest throwing Anderson backwards and out of the crowd of vampires. Dracula walked forward, “Prepare yourself for an eternity in Hell.”
The familiars burst from his heart even more furiously but Anderson was already back on his feet his free hand pulled from the light a bible and the pages flew from the book surrounding him. The familiars shot out from the black dense fog but the pages shot forward cutting and blessing the very fabrication of the darkness that came for him.
“And I will make of thee a great nation, an’ I will bless thee, an’ make thy name great; an’ thou shalt be a blessing!” The pages continued to roar from the book scattering across everything, “And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed!”
Dracula felt his familiars being pushed back, they refused to advance on Anderson even against their masters wishes, the holy pages blessed the ground they stood on the sky itself continued to open shining more light on the area. “I am thy holy wrath of God. His messenger as much as his killin’ blade. One shant think o’ god as a killer think of him as a cleanser. I am as Noah, my mission is pure, if I fail so shall the Earth be salted with fire.”
“Silence yourself Judas Priest!” Dracula smiled, “I have never faced a man who caused my own familiars to retreat in fear. The very beings I contr-“, Andersons sword shot out so quickly it caught Dracula off guard and removed his lower jaw. The distance Anderson coved in that very second was sickening, the bible pages allowed him to move across them without restraint, they enhanced his power and fabricated for him a holy ground to amplify his slaughter.
He drove his sword through Dracula’s knee removing his leg and kicked him in the chest putting the Vampire lord on his back. Finally he drove his sword into the vampire’s chest, “The revenger of blood himself shall slay the murderer: when he meeteth him, he shall slay him.”
Dracula remained still with a holy blessed blade sticking from his heart the filthy around Anderson began whispering as he stood up straight and brushed his armor off. “Each of you filthy monsters, come forward an’ receive your blessings.” He pulled his sword from Dracula’s chest.
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Anderson was praised for his deed. The vampire infestation was quickly stomped on by rebellions. Without a leader they were vulnerable. The familiars in the sky eventually died out allowing the sun to shine free again. Anderson was now Father Anderson and a man of the children. He allowed his brethren to continue war as he would teach the children of good and evil. He dressed as a priest now but remained ready for any situation. Instead of favoring his sword as a weapon he used Bayonets as they were easier to use against crowds of the unholy and were easier to use in both hands than his swords.
His mission was still fresh in his mind, but he knew very well that Belial wasn’t close enough to the Vatican capital and he would need to let the vampire infestation die out before he could travel to Russia. But one day hundreds of Russian soldiers moved into the area, many of them from the holy order there. They spread word that the church had fallen.
Of course Anderson set out at once. He went alone in the middle of night with nothing but his priest garb on. It took weeks to get to where he was going. Many boat rides and many stops later he arrived in Moscow. Through his journey he was warned the more north he would go the worse the demon infestation would get. He hadn’t expected all of Moscow to be over ran with hells army.
At once he began scouting the area. He took great detail in keeping himself hidden. The citizens were mostly still alive but they were in great fear and avoided leaving their homes. The oppression in the area was thick; he stashed himself in a home with two elderly people Savely and Arkadi. They were kind to him, once being part of the church and Arkadi was one of the knights there when he was younger.
One evening Arkadi and Anderson went out to scout the area to locate where Belial stayed. Arkadi put on his old armor and took up his sword. He kissed his wife good bye and they embraced one another for the last time, Arkadi was in his 80s, they both knew he planned to use the last bit of his life to do something good and try to liberate Moscow. Savely took Anderson by the hands in very broken English she reasoned with him, “Bring peace. Moscow is hoping.”
Anderson and Arkadi set off at once. They scouted the Cathedral of Christ the Saviour to find the entire front area in ruin and filled with legions of the 4th Reich. Belial stood at the front of the three doors with his demonic armor taunting the gods as they couldn’t stop him from being on holy grounds. The sky was black even now in the middle of the day. It was then Anderson saw the Ancilla and Elders of the vampire ranks mixed within Belials army. The Ancient vampire himself, Dracula, stood beside Belial. Against all odds he survived the skirmish and having been impaled with holy blade on holy grounds.
“Arkadi, comrade, I thank you for allowin’ me home and bed and sharin’ yer daily bread,” Anderson said putting his hand on Arkadi’s shoulder. Arkadi nodded and replied, “My friend, you’re always welcome in a house of god, do svidaniya comrade.”
Anderson stood on the edge of the building and jumped. His feet landed on the paved street directly facing the Church and both Belial and Dracula. He put both of his arms straight out quickly, his Bayonets came to his hands and both pointed down. The cross around his neck, his glasses, the reflection of light off the Bayonets, each glowed, he smiled brightly showing the insanity and wrath of god in every crease of his face.
“Angel of god, my guardian dear, to whom god’s love commits me here, ever this day, be at my side, to light and guard, rule and guide. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMEN!” The ranks of vampires and demons all turned at the echo of Amen to see a single priest burst forward through their ranks straight for Belial and Dracula. The two were taken back as well not expecting what would happen next. Belials head rolled across the ground, Dracula was pinned to the door of the church by thirty bayonets.
Arkadi landed on his feet and said a prayer, “Bozhe, tsarya khrani! Slavonu dolgi dni day na zemli! Gordykh smiritelyu, vsykeh uteshitelyu – vsye nisphoshli!” The light broke the sky blasting the area leaving the holy grounds brightly shining upon both holy men. Arkadi drew his sword and ran forward into the bowels of the rank and began fighting with every being he crossed. Anderson rushed to his aid but was suddenly stopped by a crowd of familiars blocking his path.
“You’re going nowhere Judas priest,” said Dracula who was walking forward and pulling the Bayonets from his body. Belials body twitched, Anderson turned launching two waves of bayonets at Dracula and the body on the ground pinning both further to their spots.
“Glory be to the Father and to the Son, t’ the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning and is now and shall ever be world without end. AMEN!” He decapitated Dracula and dug his bayonet deep into the vampire’s chest cutting away at it and pulled his heart from the cavity. Arkadi yelled out as he was caught in the back by a sword and a vampire dug it’s teeth into his throat, “Aaaaaanderson!”
The clouds closed rapidly and suddenly the Reich dropped to their knee’s bowing. Those around Arkadi crawled quickly out of the way as this being with hallowed eyes and pale skin walked forward. Anderson could feel the very air lose the holy powers. The being touched Arkadi and almost in an instant his life was absorbed his body shriveled and fell sideways. The being looked up to Anderson.
“Ye’ll not be takin’ my life today you monster,” Anderson yelled out.
The being opened its hands and spread them to its sides bowing slightly as if welcoming an attack, it replied, “Your god has left this world as it the realities have fallen to pieces. It’s not by chance that I stand before you now Priest. I am Lucifer, bound to the pits of hell by the holy Lord. I could not walk this world without him being gone from it. He relied on your skill and power; you have failed him in his dying faith. Now only you remain and the Vatican City.”
“Our father!” Anderson was hit in the chest by a massive pressure and pushed through the church doors. Lucifer walked forward entering the church. “Who art in heaven,” said Anderson as he got to his feet, Lucifer lifted his hand and threw Anderson into the wall to the right and dragged him across it finally throwing him into the center of the room where Anderson pulled himself to his feet once again, blood pouring down his face, his breath heavy.
“Hallowed be thy na-,” Lucifer burst forward so quickly throwing Anderson back into the central monument destroying it.
“There is no God. And you are powerless to stop me,” Lucifer said.
Anderson stood wiping the blood from his face with his white glove, “That pain in yer abdomen isn’t bad gas, it’s a Holy Blessed Bayonet from the Vatican City, prayed upon by the high priest and Pope, the speaker of god.”
Lucifer grabbed the handle and it burned at his flesh, “Not so fast ye vile bastard.” Anderson clinched his hand, “AMEN!” The Bayonet exploded shattering the walls where Lucifer stood and threw Anderson backward into the monument once again breaking it. His eyes rolled backward and he opened them again to a blinding light.
The sun was shining through the shattered building. His body was damaged beyond repair even to his regeneration powers. The light lifted him from where he lay and pulled him higher and higher. The voice of god could only be heard by him soothing him in his last dying breaths. It was over he had liberated everything; he killed the Dread Lord Dracula and the Leader of the Demon Reich Belial. He even sent Lucifer back to hell giving god a chance to return to the world around him. He would be praised as Jesus had been in this world.
However, the next life he woke in would be less praising.
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A wet rag was on his head. His glasses removed along with his other garments. A girl dressed his wounds and wiped away the blood from his battered and destroyed chest. She watched as some of his smaller wounds would heal quickly and it amazed her even now. Anderson opened his eyes and looked at her for the first time.
“Where am I?” he asked.
The girl lightly smiled, “You’re in Moon Valley.”
“I see…” He lay still for a few moments allowing her to continue dressing his wounds. “How’d I get here?”
She once again smiled, “I prayed for a savior and then a light shone. It left you here in the state you are in now. Where are you from?”
Anderson didn’t respond at first he rattled his brain for a moment thinking long and hard of the last thing he heard and then it came to him, “I am Father Alexander Anderson, I go by many titles and many names. I am of the Devout and the Knights Templar within the Vatican City.”
“I don’t know where any of that is or what that is. You’re obviously from a world Father Anderson. Perhaps you’re here to save us all?”
“Perhaps,” Anderson said slowly sitting up, “The voice told me what my mission was here. I am the wrath of god.” He looked out the window to see the sun shining brightly, “And it is warming to see you all can enjoy the Holy light of Day.”
Note: The dialogue and ideals behind a pure Dracula were written by Eric.
Aliases: Father, Paladin, Execution, Bayonet, Angel dust, Dust du dust, Off with his head, Killing Judge, Judas Priest
Age: Late 60s Early 70s
Gender: Male
Species: Human Regenerator
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Canon or Original: Canon
Date of Birth: 1930s
Place of Birth: Scotland (presumed)
Physical Appearance:
Fixed on Father Andersons head is short spikey blond hair. His eyes are green and his skin is rather tan. He has a constant stubble on his face along with a scar on his left cheek running up from his squared jaw. Complimenting his face are a set of round glasses. He wears a grey cassock and black pants with black boots. His gloves read Jesus Christ is in Heaven and Speak with The Dead.
Special Abilities:
Advanced super human strength, speed, and agility. Regeneration, Enhanced Durability. Holy Barriers
Weapons: Alexander Anderson uses scores of blessed bayonets presumably made of silver as well as smaller blades which are held between his fingers like claws.
History: AMEN!
It’s not entirely known when and where he was born or for how long he has been on his crusade. What is known is the constant war against all that is unnatural and all who are unbelievers. This Anderson has started his journey different than the iteration of Earth, who was murdered by Ranka and Alucard. This Anderson was born to a completely different reality where Vampires had an empire, demons reigned supreme, and the few humans left hid in solitude.
Father Anderson was part of the only holy grounds left. His foe was indeed Dracula himself. A hundred years ago Abraham Van Helsing had failed to kill the king of the vampires. In his death Mina was left to her own devices eventually branching out and infecting more and more with the vampiric disease. His life has been harder than the other editions of Anderson, he grew up fearing vampires and demons, watching them devour the population. He was created into a killing machine much earlier during the peak of his age when his body would adapt to his enhancements much more strongly.
Anderson as tasked with fighting alongside his brethren in the Holy Order of the Vatican the Knights Templar. His mentor was Father Jean de Milan by rank Marshal, along with Father Jean was his superior Grand Marshal Benedict who was the one that originally found and warded off the demons that were chasing him as a child. He was trained by Father Jean, Knight Sir Tom, and Master Basil the Confessor under the watchful eye of the Pope.
When Anderson was finally fully trained as a full-fledged Knight his skills where put to the test. Senior Knight Sir Tom led the charge against the demon outpost. Anderson found himself in open combat with things much more powerful than he, but this wouldn’t sway his judgment. After a successful raid Sir Tom was advanced to Under-Marshal to Father Jean. Anderson took to reading and studying scripture from all around the world.
One evening the Pope visited Anderson in his private chambers. He was given an offer that no other outside of the Devout Order. The Pope explained that the people who had trained him and even the Grand-Marshal himself was part of this small order within’ the Knights Templar. The Devout Order was tasked with the job of killing Dracula and Belial, one being the King of the Damned the other being the General of the Fourth Reich.
Anderson accepted at once. The process to change him completely would take ten long years. During that time he would continue to memorize the scripture he read and even collected bible upon lost bible. The world around him would change for the worse while he was locked away training and being changed. During these ten years: The Vampires would advance on the Stone Wall Organization where they would be matched against Aecrim the Dread Hound. Stone Wall held together for a year long, one by one their operatives fell.
Aecrim would face the Dread King Dracula in single combat, for the first time in nearly 500 years the brothers did battle. Eventually Dracula succumbed to his wounds and Aecrim would escape proving who the better of the two were at the time. However, he didn’t expect Dracula to go easy on him and allow him to escape like he had. Belial would march his demon army across Russia eventually taking down the Patriarchates Holy Army.
Finally the tenth year came. Anderson was in his physical prime at 30 years of age. He stood before the Pope and the other Devout. The Pope recited: I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service. And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God. Recompense to no man evil for evil. Provide things honest in the sight of all men. Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord. Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.
Each of them said Amen. The light shone hard on Anderson he closed his eyes feeling the purity bless his soul. His feet left the ground as the warmth washed over him. His divine powers were put to the test his faith questioned, his resolve was pure. The chamber shook as the light dissipated dropping Anderson to his knees. He would catch his breath and raise to his feet a new man, the same man who the world of evil would soon fear as the Wrath of God. For as the light hit him he was told he was the Avatar of Wrath that no good men were left outside the walls of the Vatican and that the world would be washed with fire had his mission failed.
“Amen.” He replied to them.
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Fast-forward to the battle field. He was dressed in the same Templar armor as the Devout. His sword flew through the skull of one unlucky vampire. His march was heavy as his words yelled loudly, “Our Father! Thine is the kingdom, the power an’ the glory, forever an’ ever. AMEN!” His short blade was thrown from its resting place into one unlucky pagan monster. His stance and march increasingly grew more heavy as he moved forward cutting through the crowd with more deliverance than before.
The rest of the Templars had only just arrived to the battlegrounds to witness the slaughter that laid behind Anderson. For over three hundred of these vampires had been ashed and slain in one long path. Many more stood in his way. “Our father in heaven, hallowed me thy name. Yer kingdom come, yer will be done, on Earth as in Heaven, AAAMEN!” The Templars witnessed Anderson throw his sword but it was followed by hundreds of blades which impaled, murdered, and slew many in its path. The light from the sun cut through the blackened familiar filled skies and shone on the advancing Templar army for the first time in ten years.
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Anderson would eventually gain the attention of the vampire leadership and even Belials. Scouting the dead cities he was ambushed which he promptly slew. After he was advanced on and warned by one of the vampires, Aecrim. “You are the Killing Judge Father Anderson, correct?”
Anderson looked over his glasses tilting his head toward Aecrim, “Ye’ve no right t’ speak my name with yer filthy words, vampire.”
“Listen for a moment Father. The No Life King is onto you.”
The Father laughed hysterically, “If a vampire wants t’ feel the wrath o’ god than let them.”
“No, you are no match for the Dread Lord.”
His laughter stopped, “I believe yer mistaken vampire. I’ll prove it t’ ya.”
He drew his sword but Aecrim shook his head and raised his hand. “No. Go forward then… I have warned you.”
Aecrim stepped aside and allowed Anderson to go forward. Eventually he came into an opening, the town square where at the top of the stairs to the capital building sat an armored man. Surrounding him was hundreds of vampires. The armored man stood, “My name is Vlad Tepes Dracula, I will ask of you only a moment of your time priest. You intrigue me.”
“Our mission is t' punish any heretic who would deny the word of God! We will crush yer unholy body and salt th' earth w' yer dust! Amen!” Anderson burst forward into the crowd easily pushing them about with hundreds of blades. Dracula grabbed his sword hilt and drew his blade, “It’s time someone put you in your place Human. Step aside I will handle this myself! COME FATHER ANDERSON!”
“Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and for thy possession, the ends of the earth. Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron. Thou shalt dash them in pieces, like a potters vessel. Be wise now therefore ye kings. Be admonished ye judges of the earth. Serve the lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the son lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, though his wrath be kindled but a little. This can be over with one swing of my sword, AMEN!” Anderson rushed forward quickly his sword raised; Dracula moved forward as well the two collided.
As their swords crashed together the light between them exploded pushing Dracula back furiously. Anderson stepped forward even quicker thrusting his blade forward but the familiars burst from Dracula’s chest throwing Anderson backwards and out of the crowd of vampires. Dracula walked forward, “Prepare yourself for an eternity in Hell.”
The familiars burst from his heart even more furiously but Anderson was already back on his feet his free hand pulled from the light a bible and the pages flew from the book surrounding him. The familiars shot out from the black dense fog but the pages shot forward cutting and blessing the very fabrication of the darkness that came for him.
“And I will make of thee a great nation, an’ I will bless thee, an’ make thy name great; an’ thou shalt be a blessing!” The pages continued to roar from the book scattering across everything, “And I will bless them that bless thee, and curse him that curseth thee: and in thee shall all families of the earth be blessed!”
Dracula felt his familiars being pushed back, they refused to advance on Anderson even against their masters wishes, the holy pages blessed the ground they stood on the sky itself continued to open shining more light on the area. “I am thy holy wrath of God. His messenger as much as his killin’ blade. One shant think o’ god as a killer think of him as a cleanser. I am as Noah, my mission is pure, if I fail so shall the Earth be salted with fire.”
“Silence yourself Judas Priest!” Dracula smiled, “I have never faced a man who caused my own familiars to retreat in fear. The very beings I contr-“, Andersons sword shot out so quickly it caught Dracula off guard and removed his lower jaw. The distance Anderson coved in that very second was sickening, the bible pages allowed him to move across them without restraint, they enhanced his power and fabricated for him a holy ground to amplify his slaughter.
He drove his sword through Dracula’s knee removing his leg and kicked him in the chest putting the Vampire lord on his back. Finally he drove his sword into the vampire’s chest, “The revenger of blood himself shall slay the murderer: when he meeteth him, he shall slay him.”
Dracula remained still with a holy blessed blade sticking from his heart the filthy around Anderson began whispering as he stood up straight and brushed his armor off. “Each of you filthy monsters, come forward an’ receive your blessings.” He pulled his sword from Dracula’s chest.
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Anderson was praised for his deed. The vampire infestation was quickly stomped on by rebellions. Without a leader they were vulnerable. The familiars in the sky eventually died out allowing the sun to shine free again. Anderson was now Father Anderson and a man of the children. He allowed his brethren to continue war as he would teach the children of good and evil. He dressed as a priest now but remained ready for any situation. Instead of favoring his sword as a weapon he used Bayonets as they were easier to use against crowds of the unholy and were easier to use in both hands than his swords.
His mission was still fresh in his mind, but he knew very well that Belial wasn’t close enough to the Vatican capital and he would need to let the vampire infestation die out before he could travel to Russia. But one day hundreds of Russian soldiers moved into the area, many of them from the holy order there. They spread word that the church had fallen.
Of course Anderson set out at once. He went alone in the middle of night with nothing but his priest garb on. It took weeks to get to where he was going. Many boat rides and many stops later he arrived in Moscow. Through his journey he was warned the more north he would go the worse the demon infestation would get. He hadn’t expected all of Moscow to be over ran with hells army.
At once he began scouting the area. He took great detail in keeping himself hidden. The citizens were mostly still alive but they were in great fear and avoided leaving their homes. The oppression in the area was thick; he stashed himself in a home with two elderly people Savely and Arkadi. They were kind to him, once being part of the church and Arkadi was one of the knights there when he was younger.
One evening Arkadi and Anderson went out to scout the area to locate where Belial stayed. Arkadi put on his old armor and took up his sword. He kissed his wife good bye and they embraced one another for the last time, Arkadi was in his 80s, they both knew he planned to use the last bit of his life to do something good and try to liberate Moscow. Savely took Anderson by the hands in very broken English she reasoned with him, “Bring peace. Moscow is hoping.”
Anderson and Arkadi set off at once. They scouted the Cathedral of Christ the Saviour to find the entire front area in ruin and filled with legions of the 4th Reich. Belial stood at the front of the three doors with his demonic armor taunting the gods as they couldn’t stop him from being on holy grounds. The sky was black even now in the middle of the day. It was then Anderson saw the Ancilla and Elders of the vampire ranks mixed within Belials army. The Ancient vampire himself, Dracula, stood beside Belial. Against all odds he survived the skirmish and having been impaled with holy blade on holy grounds.
“Arkadi, comrade, I thank you for allowin’ me home and bed and sharin’ yer daily bread,” Anderson said putting his hand on Arkadi’s shoulder. Arkadi nodded and replied, “My friend, you’re always welcome in a house of god, do svidaniya comrade.”
Anderson stood on the edge of the building and jumped. His feet landed on the paved street directly facing the Church and both Belial and Dracula. He put both of his arms straight out quickly, his Bayonets came to his hands and both pointed down. The cross around his neck, his glasses, the reflection of light off the Bayonets, each glowed, he smiled brightly showing the insanity and wrath of god in every crease of his face.
“Angel of god, my guardian dear, to whom god’s love commits me here, ever this day, be at my side, to light and guard, rule and guide. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMEN!” The ranks of vampires and demons all turned at the echo of Amen to see a single priest burst forward through their ranks straight for Belial and Dracula. The two were taken back as well not expecting what would happen next. Belials head rolled across the ground, Dracula was pinned to the door of the church by thirty bayonets.
Arkadi landed on his feet and said a prayer, “Bozhe, tsarya khrani! Slavonu dolgi dni day na zemli! Gordykh smiritelyu, vsykeh uteshitelyu – vsye nisphoshli!” The light broke the sky blasting the area leaving the holy grounds brightly shining upon both holy men. Arkadi drew his sword and ran forward into the bowels of the rank and began fighting with every being he crossed. Anderson rushed to his aid but was suddenly stopped by a crowd of familiars blocking his path.
“You’re going nowhere Judas priest,” said Dracula who was walking forward and pulling the Bayonets from his body. Belials body twitched, Anderson turned launching two waves of bayonets at Dracula and the body on the ground pinning both further to their spots.
“Glory be to the Father and to the Son, t’ the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning and is now and shall ever be world without end. AMEN!” He decapitated Dracula and dug his bayonet deep into the vampire’s chest cutting away at it and pulled his heart from the cavity. Arkadi yelled out as he was caught in the back by a sword and a vampire dug it’s teeth into his throat, “Aaaaaanderson!”
The clouds closed rapidly and suddenly the Reich dropped to their knee’s bowing. Those around Arkadi crawled quickly out of the way as this being with hallowed eyes and pale skin walked forward. Anderson could feel the very air lose the holy powers. The being touched Arkadi and almost in an instant his life was absorbed his body shriveled and fell sideways. The being looked up to Anderson.
“Ye’ll not be takin’ my life today you monster,” Anderson yelled out.
The being opened its hands and spread them to its sides bowing slightly as if welcoming an attack, it replied, “Your god has left this world as it the realities have fallen to pieces. It’s not by chance that I stand before you now Priest. I am Lucifer, bound to the pits of hell by the holy Lord. I could not walk this world without him being gone from it. He relied on your skill and power; you have failed him in his dying faith. Now only you remain and the Vatican City.”
“Our father!” Anderson was hit in the chest by a massive pressure and pushed through the church doors. Lucifer walked forward entering the church. “Who art in heaven,” said Anderson as he got to his feet, Lucifer lifted his hand and threw Anderson into the wall to the right and dragged him across it finally throwing him into the center of the room where Anderson pulled himself to his feet once again, blood pouring down his face, his breath heavy.
“Hallowed be thy na-,” Lucifer burst forward so quickly throwing Anderson back into the central monument destroying it.
“There is no God. And you are powerless to stop me,” Lucifer said.
Anderson stood wiping the blood from his face with his white glove, “That pain in yer abdomen isn’t bad gas, it’s a Holy Blessed Bayonet from the Vatican City, prayed upon by the high priest and Pope, the speaker of god.”
Lucifer grabbed the handle and it burned at his flesh, “Not so fast ye vile bastard.” Anderson clinched his hand, “AMEN!” The Bayonet exploded shattering the walls where Lucifer stood and threw Anderson backward into the monument once again breaking it. His eyes rolled backward and he opened them again to a blinding light.
The sun was shining through the shattered building. His body was damaged beyond repair even to his regeneration powers. The light lifted him from where he lay and pulled him higher and higher. The voice of god could only be heard by him soothing him in his last dying breaths. It was over he had liberated everything; he killed the Dread Lord Dracula and the Leader of the Demon Reich Belial. He even sent Lucifer back to hell giving god a chance to return to the world around him. He would be praised as Jesus had been in this world.
However, the next life he woke in would be less praising.
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A wet rag was on his head. His glasses removed along with his other garments. A girl dressed his wounds and wiped away the blood from his battered and destroyed chest. She watched as some of his smaller wounds would heal quickly and it amazed her even now. Anderson opened his eyes and looked at her for the first time.
“Where am I?” he asked.
The girl lightly smiled, “You’re in Moon Valley.”
“I see…” He lay still for a few moments allowing her to continue dressing his wounds. “How’d I get here?”
She once again smiled, “I prayed for a savior and then a light shone. It left you here in the state you are in now. Where are you from?”
Anderson didn’t respond at first he rattled his brain for a moment thinking long and hard of the last thing he heard and then it came to him, “I am Father Alexander Anderson, I go by many titles and many names. I am of the Devout and the Knights Templar within the Vatican City.”
“I don’t know where any of that is or what that is. You’re obviously from a world Father Anderson. Perhaps you’re here to save us all?”
“Perhaps,” Anderson said slowly sitting up, “The voice told me what my mission was here. I am the wrath of god.” He looked out the window to see the sun shining brightly, “And it is warming to see you all can enjoy the Holy light of Day.”
Note: The dialogue and ideals behind a pure Dracula were written by Eric.
