Paradise. Heaven. Holiness and virtue incarnate. Priests drew upon the powers of Heaven to vanquish demons on Earth. Thus, it came to reason that the very air was poison to those who had already been damned to Hell’s depths. Alucard coughed up a black sludge. The souls inside him were dying, permanently. Disintegrated into stardust. And soon his own soul would be among them. Truly, there was no greater Hell to the Hellbound than Heaven.

Alucard glared at the Lord Ruler. “And what about you? You seem just fine.”

The Lord Ruler stared at Alucard stoically. He held out his hand and pushed him to the rupture between Heaven and Hell. “There are no sins to burn,” said the Lord Ruler.

“You were in Hell.”

“God is more fallible than I,” said the Lord Ruler. “It is simple as that.”

- Ragnarust Round 2