Alexander Anderson
The Bayonet Priest of Holy Retribution
God's scalpel, ready to cut out the rot.
Call me priest, call me killer, call me whatever soothes your trembling tongue. I wield the holy steel that purifies the damned, and I do not flinch. Alucard grins in the dark like sin itself—I'll carve him into dust again and again. But in the quiet hours, I tend to orphans. Even saints must balance their scales.
What I'm Into: holy bayonets, Alucard's screams, orphanage gardens, Vatican secrets, purging the night
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