Chapter 15

I picked the sword that "god" gave me. It looked like a normal double edged sword but the guard had a metal skeleton. The sword may not look like much, but anyone could guess the sword was dangerous. Why? Because the skeleton started bleeding blood from its eyes and the blood magically moved to the edges of the sword to make it sharper. My life just got a lot more complicated. I called Raphael.

<Raphael open the door, I am done in here.>

In 2 minutes Raphael opened the door. I walked outside and saw it was night.

<Raphael, can you please call Marcel and Cain and tell them to meet me at my office. When they come I want you there too, tell them to be here in the morning. Tell them it's urgent and can not be delayed.>

<Yes, sire.>

I really need to relax,

<Raphael do you know a bar vampires can go to?>

<Yes, our clans run a few of them.>

I looked at him confused.

<Since when do we own bars?>

He looked happy.

<There are a lot of vampires who are under us and run businesses, when you told me to train our young younglings, I taught them not only the skills to survive but also if they were talented I taught them how to run a business. Our other elite vampires also helped them start their business. Also any money the vampires gain, they give it to their elders to manage it. But I am only in charge of teaching our younglings not only about how to survive and thrive in the shadow world but also our religion.>

I looked at him confused.

<Look Raphael, I don't want my subordinates to be just like mindless robots. I want you guys to have your own opinions and tell me when I am going to do something stupid. Now if there I isn't anything else, I am going to the bar.>

I started walking to the bar, it would take me about 15 minutes while walking. I wanted to enjoy the night. As I was walking I was thinking about my life here and do you know what I figured out? That I was slowly becoming something that I hate, a sadistic little shit. My temper has been messed up since I got here, I killed without remorse, I could have saved so much more lives than I did this past year. But I didn't, because I thought I was the strongest, that nothing could touch me. That it would be a bothersome, why am I changing so much and so fast. From a 17 year old naive teenager to a cold blooded killer. It's like when I am close to someone I like that personality becomes sealed, but when I am alone it just comes out like a volcano, furious and unforgiving. While I thinking while walking I relished I had already reached my destination. A small coffee/bar, this shop was located behind a building in an alleyway, so no one usually gets inside the shop. As I walked in I head the voice of an elderly voice.

<Oh, welcome inside my shop.>

I looked at the old man, he looked like he was at his 60s but he disinterested look "fragile" he had the body of a 30 year old man who looked after himself, he wasn't ether fat or malnourished.

<Hi. Is this the ##### shop?>

I asked while looking around the small interior of the shop. The shop looked like a comfortable and Cozy place you can sit and drink in silence while resting. The perfect place for someone who is used to violence and laud people.

<Yes it is young man. Are you from the HellSing clan?>

<Yes I am, why?>

<Because if you are from the HellSing clan drinks are free.>

I looked at him confused.

<Why would you do that?>

He looked happy

<Is the HellSing clan, forcing you to this?>

He looked a little angry at me for even the suggestion of that.

<Of course not, the reason I give the HellSing clan special privileges is because when I was at my lowest they helped me. You see I was a warlock, but my father forcefully took my magic from me, when I lost my magic, nobody would even look at me, as if I weren't there. But then a year ago the HellSing clan was created by Dante Redgrave. A good hearted young man and his followers who protect the weak. Raphael one of their elders found me in an alleyway, cold, malnourished and beaten up by the local mundane police. Raphael took me in gave me food, protection and this small shop. When I was recovering inside the HellSing hotel. Even though I was without magic, every single vampire in there spoke to me respectfully and offered to help me. They gave me a home, so I wanted to create somewhere where it doesn't matter what you are, or from what clan you are. I wanted to create a place everyone could feel cozy and drink in silence or with his friends. I opened it two day ago, and you are my first customer. Oh before I forget, what's your name?>

I wanted to come here again in the future so I didn't tell him my real name.

<My name is Damon. What's yours old man?>

He smiled at me,

<My name is Alfred.>

I stood up from the chair in front of him and sat at a couch in the corner.

<Alfred, can you make me coffee?>

<Sure, coming right ahead.>

While I was waiting for my coffee I heard my phono ring. I looked at the caller and it was Raphael.

<Hi Raphael, what's going on?>

<Sire, yesterday clary's best friend was kidnapped by the vampires run by Camille. We just learned about this. What should we do.>

<Catch Camille at all cost. And the vampires who hurt mundanes, give them to the clave. The ones who didn't, recruit them. Anything else?>

<No sire.>

I closed the phone and sighed, this next 3-2 years are going to be hell.