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After the final battle with Satan, Alucard and Dracul found themselves in a state of aimlessness. The weight of their hopelessness and the loss of so many lives weighed heavily. Alucard was particularly saddened that his plan hadn't worked out as he had hoped, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had failed those who had trusted him... Sypha and Simon, there was only one piece left.
-A week earlier-
With a deep breath, they each looked at each other, knowing that the act of stabbing themselves with the Vampire Killer was a symbolic gesture, a way to sever their ties with the darkness that had once consumed them and embrace the light. As they drove the stake in turns, First Alucard then Dracul, they felt a surge of pain and then a sense of peace wash over them.
As the weeks went by, Alucard's initial burst of determination began to wane. The reality of their situation started to sink in, and he found himself feeling lost and disillusioned once again. He had hoped that their act of self-sacrifice would be enough to banish the darkness within them, but it seemed that their immortality was not so easily shed.
-Now-
In his despair, Alucard turned to Zobek Whiskey, who had once been a favorite of his sort term Master, Zobek. He sought solace in the bottom of the bottle, hoping to numb the pain that threatened to consume him.
As Alucard continued to drink the Zobek Whiskey, he began to feel a strange sensation. Despite his vampiric nature, he couldn't seem to get drunk. Confused and disappointed, he poured himself another glass, hoping that the elixir would finally have the desired effect.
Dracul, who had been watching Alucard's descent into darkness with growing concern, finally spoke up. "Alucard, what are you drinking?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity
Alucard looked up from his glass, his eyes bloodshot and filled with sorrow. "Zobek's Whiskey," he replied, his voice hoarse from the constant drinking. "I thought it might help me forget, but it's not working."
Alucard's thoughts turned to Zobek wine, a beverage he had once enjoyed with Spyha. He remembered the times they had spent together, sharing a bottle of wine as they cooked and shared a meal. Those memories were bittersweet, a reminder of the love they had shared and the life they had built together.
But it turns out Dracul his father drank it before him :), Dracul was sarcastic about it. He used to drink moderately when he was with Marie, he never got drunk, and he remembers drinking wine when she cooked meat for him.
Alucard tried to pull wine but the battle was empty, as he raised the glass to see it, he couldn't help but feel a sense of annoyance. Dracul, standing nearby, had a smug grin on his face. "Ah, yes, let's see how well you handle the wine like your dear father," he said, his tone lighthearted but with a hint of sarcasm.
Alucard rolled his eyes, trying to maintain his composure. "Very funny," he muttered,
As the night wore on, Alucard's frustration with Dracul grew. He had been hoping to catch up with his sorrows, but Dracul's agility and speed seemed to be unaffected by the wine as well. Frustrated, Alucard finally gave up, his glass empty once again.
He turned to Dracul, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. "You know, I'm beginning to think we've got some sort of superhuman tolerance for this stuff," Dracul laughed, his eyes sparkling with merriment.
Alucard huffed, his annoyance only growing. "You're just making fun of me," he accused, trying to sound offended but failing to keep a straight face.
Dracul chuckled, walking over to a nearby table and pouring himself another glass of wine. "Maybe a little," he admitted, taking a sip.
Alucard used the Mesamure to open a portal and slice his drink
Dracul looked annoyed "That's it little brat! You know, Alucard," he said, his voice serious for once, "I never had the chance to be a proper father to you. I was always too consumed by the darkness within me."
Their eyes met, and for a moment, it seemed as if they were about to share a heartfelt embrace. But then, Dracul's expression shifted, and he gave Alucard a playful nudge. "Now, let's see if you can keep up with me after all," he said, grinning mischievously. Alucard, fueled by his frustration and desire to prove himself, summoned Mesamere and Crissegrim, the two swords he had wielded in the past. Dracul, not to be outdone, unsheathed the Void Sword.
Alucard's heart raced, his hands gripping the hilt of the two swords tightly as he prepared for the battle that was to come. Dracul charged, his Void Sword gleaming in the dim light. Alucard met him head-on, the two swords clashing in a dazzling display of skill and strength. The sound of steel against steel filled the room, as the Belmont fought As the fight raged on, Alucard began to see the true potential of his dual-wielding technique. The combination of Mesamere and Crissegrim allowed him to be more agile and unpredictable, making it difficult for Dracul to gain the upper hand.
Dracul, for his part, was impressed with Alucard's skill and determination. He had always known that his son was a talented warrior, but seeing him fight with such passion and conviction filled him with pride. Their battle was fierce and relentless, each strike more powerful than the last. Alucard's Mesamere and Crissegrim danced in a blur of motion, while Dracul's Void Sword left a trail of icy destruction in its wake. It was then that the unthinkable happened.
The intensity of their fight caused the skyscraper structure to collapse, the walls crumbling around them and the roof crashing down in a heap of rubble.
"Apparently, there was no winner," Alucard said, his voice filled with a hint of humor despite the situation.
"Round Two then" Drac had a smile on his face.
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Beyond the Grave in heaven his Marie watched "If I could only join you too"
"Same" Sypha said in accordance.