He had followed her, clear out of London and far past the river Thames. A reserve of concern and respect, the only creature to have captured entirely the attention of the No-Life King; Alucard. Pallid white with bloodstained hues had caught his aged attention from the very beginning. A bizarre sense of purity continued to permeate around her, despite the staggering body-count that lurked in her shadow.
Twenty-five years it had been, since the Battle of London. Two and a half decades without even the faintest presence of the former Count. Truth be told, it disturbed him. Yet his own displacement was nowhere near the depleting hope and grief of the Colourless One before him, her toes scantly hanging from a towering cliff side, wiggling intermittently to cause breakage in the earth. An ethereal brow coloured sable rose, and he wondered if his remnant form would even be accepted.
A soul with a veritable pile of sin, regrets over the final steps in his dance of life; of not taking his own h