[Even without answering, the affirmation is in D's eyes. Yes. He hunts vampires.] Doesn't it take a monster to fight monsters? [And, as if knowing too many buttons are being pushed, just by the hard line of D's sharp brows, the pinch at the center, Left Hand cackles quietly and disperses back into D's flesh as if never being there at all.
Left Hand is obedient if annoying.
And D is left alone, feeling relief. Alucard has perhaps been spared a part of life marked by grueling experimentation. A life where many, especially the Nobles, mistake him for the one he eternally hunts.] Yes. [His hand disappears beneath the cloak once more, allowing the material to settle across his chest.]
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Left Hand is obedient if annoying.
And D is left alone, feeling relief. Alucard has perhaps been spared a part of life marked by grueling experimentation. A life where many, especially the Nobles, mistake him for the one he eternally hunts.] Yes. [His hand disappears beneath the cloak once more, allowing the material to settle across his chest.]
It's not a story that should ever be told.