Chapter 1: Blood for Blood

A young man with elven like features and piercing red eyes was sitting on a throne. He was also in very regal attire. He had a strong resemblance to Ferid Bathory from Owari No Seraph as well. In front of him were countless dead bodies. The dead bodies were both of his enemies which tried to storm the room and his own men he had little care for. The few people he had cared for either betrayed him long ago or died long ago, many betrayed him and then died. He got up from his throne and started to leave the room. As he walked he would step on the lifeless bodies in his way with no disregard for the lives lost.

He had no care for the lives lost many were just mindless puppets. Others we're merely to scared to oppose him. As he looked around he could not find a single person who had impressed him or left an impression on him. In his mind a king like him had no reason to look after others.

This young man was the King of Vampires. It was very similar to Earth but the landscape was very different all the continents were connected. The cultures remained similar however. All being on one continent it was simply separated by North, West, South, and finally East where this King was. He was walking over his own guards bodies as well as the people who killed his guards. When he stepped out the room he looked at his grand castle main entrance. He slowly started to head towards the gate that was still open. Even more dead bodies were scattered about as he walked.

He looked over to see the river outside that was once pure and flowing. It was now stained with blood and many bodies blockaded it.

Some brave yet foolish warriors started to make their way over to him charging at him with their weapons drawn. As they got closer the young man had a maniacal grin on his face. He activated his magic causing gauntlets with spikes made out of the blood around him to form on his fists. He countered every blow in an instance as all the men swung at him at the same time. He then killed each one before they even had a chance to try and attack again.

The young man sighed "I need something new and exciting."

He was a fighting maniac who loved the thrill of battle. But his battles over the last couple centuries had become boring and easy. Maybe the Queen in the south could give him a challenge. Or the other ones in the North or West but it would be so much effort to make it across.

His whole demeanor changing as he sighs again. He makes it the entrance of his castle. When he walks out he looks before him. Maybe a million warriors were still in front of him. He looks up at the blood red moon and sighs "Woe to me if I should have to prove why I wear the blood crown."

The young King made the crown appear. However it was not on his head it was in the sky. It covered the whole battlefield maybe even the kingdom. Everyone there looked up at the crown. Everyone but one person however was confused as to why it seemed almost volatile and falling apart. It was as if blood droplets started to rain from the sky where the crown was.

This was a world where power ruled all. There was technology such as Televisions and air conditioning. But this was also a world ruled by magic and dragons. Or in this case the Vampire King. This was his current kingdom after all.

The young King standing before a million or so people started to think back on his life as more of his crown started to morph and change. He was an avid anime watcher and enjoyed playing video games. But nothing compared to the enjoyment he had of fighting stronger people with his powers.

He even tried to take over the whole world just to fight everyone he could to get stronger but sadly he bit off more blood then he could drink. He did have his own horror story of how he became this way.

Certain situations that should be done to no one were done to him. His rage started to creep back as he thought about those moments as a child. From the experiments to torture to certain advances done onto him by cruel people. His thoughts would simply be 'Life is just cruel and that's the way it is.'

All were dead now he made sure of that but he still feels the rage thinking about. Everyone who ever wronged him or betrayed him they were all already dead. No one was left. Not the people who experimented on him or the people who tortured him. Not even their families were spared the whole bloodline itself was destroyed.

The young King looked up at the sky. "May God forgive me for adding more unnecessary souls to the line of damnation."

The crown in the sky then shifted again. No one could see it any more the sky just looked red again but if someone was up in the sky with the crown they could see that the crown shifted into a ton of spears taking aim at the million man army.

The young king had a single finger pointed at the sky. He then threw his arm down and pointed at the army. Within the next second it was over. No screams no battle cry's just silence. As each spear obliterated every member of the army.

The young king then made another throne out of blood as he sat down waiting for the next challenger to come as he knew there would be more. Maybe not today, maybe not even tomorrow but their were always challengers after all to many he was considered an abomination. The only reason he was considered King of the East after all was because he killed everyone else.

He sighed "If there is a God out there strike me down now. There is nothing left for me in this world. No one to care about. No one to love. Who knows how many sons, brothers, and fathers I just killed. Strike me down, at least grant one wish for a life of someone who has been nothing but tormented by the past and not strong enough to kill himself to help the rest of the world."

There was silence nothing happened. Nothing at first. The young man looked around sad at the lack of anything. However in the next instance. It started to get brighter. The young man looked up at the sky it was a moon. But not the blood red one he was used to. This was a moon he had not seen in centuries. A moon from before he took the crown. A pristine white moon.

The young man smiled with some blood red tears falling from his face "Finally."

In the next instance lighting struck him down completely incinerating his body. The people of this world would have no idea what happened to the blood king. Many stories would make you believe he is in hiding waiting for another time to fight. Other stories would say he was finally slain and they are experimenting on the body. Some even think he was some how imprisoned. But very few thought he was actually truly dead.

The young man was now in an office like room sitting across from the God who just killed him. The young man was laughing wildly with a euphoric grin on his face as he slapped the desk. "For a second there I didn't think you had enough power to kill me."

The God smirked as he stroked his beard "I was surprised. I had to use more then one percent of my power."

The young man slowly stopped laughing "No one likes a show off."

The young man was still smiling however he was more happy now truly dead then he was at any other point over his existence. At least since he was betrayed.

The young man still with a smile on his face then said "So what happens to me now am I damned to hell?"

The God sighed "Actually no."

The young man was shocked "But I killed millions. Like hundreds of millions. Probably broke a billion if we are being honest."

The God nodded "Yes but I should have stopped that world from trying to tap into the world of Gods. I'm essentially the reason you were created. So the blame falls on me. However that is not to say you get to go along without a hitch."

The young man nodded "So what is to happen to me?"

The God smiled "Well I'm sending you to Danmachi 6 months before Bell and your goal is to clear the dungeon or else I will send you to damnation."

The Young man smiled at the thought of the battles he could have being an avid anime watcher of his universe. "Is there a time limit."

The God shook his head "No you just have to clear it before you die."

The young man nodded "Lay it on me."

The God smiled "I'm going to transmigrate you. You will be exactly the same as well as still being a vampire. Most of your abilities and powers will be gone because you will be starting at level one. You will have to start from the ground up. Obviously you will be keeping your memories and experiences so it may be easy to level for you. Plus with your power it will grow back quickly I assume by the time you get to level six it will start to slow down."

The young man frowned "Are people going to be okay with a vampire walking around."

The God shrugged "Just tell people your an elf. They will probably buy it. One more thing would you like to keep your name?"

The young man shook his head "No as far as I'm concerned Alucard Van Hellsing is dead. He can stay as a legend in the universe I just left."

The God smiled "So what's your new name?"

Alucard thought for a moment "Noctis."

The God nodded "Just Noctis."

Noctis nodded "No need for a last name."

The God smiled "Well I will send you on your way then."

Noctis smiled "Before you do what's your name?"

The God snapped his fingers an as Noctis started to fade he said "Steve."

A/N

The bird of Hermès is my name eating my wings to make me tame.

Hope everyone is ready for the ride. There will be death and characters will die.

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