Once all people received Souls and incredible powers. Some were lucky enough to obtain the Soul of an ancient and powerful creature, but fate was not favorable to all. The world began to change, and creatures evolved. But, it was not the beginning of a new era. It was the end. A couple of months later, a dark mist appeared and destroyed the world. It was a dictate of destiny from which no one could escape. Wain Norheim was the world's best assassin and the only one who didn't get a soul. However, he was destined to gain the power to confront fate. Escaping through a portal into another world, he unknowingly began the apocalypse. Even the world failed to expel him.
"Well, well, it seems not all Angels have forgotten what respect for the strong is, have they?" Alucard grinned while looking at the Angel before him.
"Mr. Alucard, Mr. Gael." Angel said looking at them, "In any other situation I wouldn't dare interfere in your affairs, but could you forgive them? Just this once?"
Alucard with a confused expression looked at Gael as if he cared about his opinion. Gael just shrugged, saying with his look, 'That's your business, it's up to you, I was just watching.'
"Agh... Okay, but that's only as an exception and because I wasn't going to fight anyone. I came here to see who will be the Progenitor of Angels." Alucard said in a serious voice as he glanced at the shining island, which was already partially covered by thick darkness.
Whoooooooosh.
Suddenly several more Angels with black wings appeared with him. They looked like the exact opposite of the normal Angels who had ruled their society for thousands of years.