Return of the Blasphemous Son [Completed]
Who: Alucard and Anderson
What: The first encounter in 25 years.
When: Backlog: After school Friday Evening 10/24
Where: Outside Anderson's classroom
Warnings: PG
Twenty-five years gone by since that night in Northern Italy. Twenty-five years gone by since entering that old cathedral, spurned by the eyes of the stone angels that guarded it. Twenty-five years since one heard the scriptures read in an undertone. Twenty-five long years since he heard the accent of that unmistakable voice quoting from that holy book with theocracy that overshadowed all other worldly men.
And the demon paused in his steps with it's loyal hound pricking it's black pointed ears in alert, curious why it's master's march through the halls stopped so suddenly. Unwanted nostalgia filled the midian's head at the sound of that voice as he stood by a cracked door which read "Advanced English." For what reason he heard the Book of Ruth being cited from such a room could only lead him to one conclusion.
God's right hand Punisher laid within that classroom.
A malevolent chuckle left the demon upon such a fantastic twist in irony and the dog at his side let out a small growl as the school-bell rang signaling the day's end and their freedom from the educational system for a few measly days. The youths cautiously ducked their heads out of site and eyeline from the shadowed man in uniform, rightfully averting from his gaze, fearing it may very well swallow them up. And he waited till every last one of them had scattered from the halls, leaving them silent only for the sound of the hellhound's anxious panting.
He calmed the dog with a gloved hand itching it behind the ear, and giving it a good pat for a job well done today. No sinful substances had been found, yet that only meant they would need to search with more vigor the next week to come.
With the patience of a serpent lying in wait he stood behind the door, feeling his breath lapse and his heart, usually dulled by the mundanes of the day, skip in beat and an excitement that had not touched him since that day...
From behind him, like the voice of Eden's viper hissing false promises to lowly man, he called to the righteous Catholic.
"It's been twenty-five anxious years, Father..."
What: The first encounter in 25 years.
When: Backlog: After school Friday Evening 10/24
Where: Outside Anderson's classroom
Warnings: PG
Twenty-five years gone by since that night in Northern Italy. Twenty-five years gone by since entering that old cathedral, spurned by the eyes of the stone angels that guarded it. Twenty-five years since one heard the scriptures read in an undertone. Twenty-five long years since he heard the accent of that unmistakable voice quoting from that holy book with theocracy that overshadowed all other worldly men.
And the demon paused in his steps with it's loyal hound pricking it's black pointed ears in alert, curious why it's master's march through the halls stopped so suddenly. Unwanted nostalgia filled the midian's head at the sound of that voice as he stood by a cracked door which read "Advanced English." For what reason he heard the Book of Ruth being cited from such a room could only lead him to one conclusion.
God's right hand Punisher laid within that classroom.
A malevolent chuckle left the demon upon such a fantastic twist in irony and the dog at his side let out a small growl as the school-bell rang signaling the day's end and their freedom from the educational system for a few measly days. The youths cautiously ducked their heads out of site and eyeline from the shadowed man in uniform, rightfully averting from his gaze, fearing it may very well swallow them up. And he waited till every last one of them had scattered from the halls, leaving them silent only for the sound of the hellhound's anxious panting.
He calmed the dog with a gloved hand itching it behind the ear, and giving it a good pat for a job well done today. No sinful substances had been found, yet that only meant they would need to search with more vigor the next week to come.
With the patience of a serpent lying in wait he stood behind the door, feeling his breath lapse and his heart, usually dulled by the mundanes of the day, skip in beat and an excitement that had not touched him since that day...
From behind him, like the voice of Eden's viper hissing false promises to lowly man, he called to the righteous Catholic.
"It's been twenty-five anxious years, Father..."