So how long will it be, then? How long before you're no longer cursed to walk the earth...?
So laugh... demon... Laugh that arrogant laugh of yours... And remember, I beat you to it...
I want nothing more than to be a bayonet; a bayonet wielded by the hand of God. I would have been happy to be born a storm, or a divine threat; a mighty explosion or even a terrible hurricane. A divine force of nature without heart or pity. And if this relic can transform me into such a thing...then I am happy to abandon my humanity.
Hold your tongue, the dead don't speak.
Your voice sounds so lovely when you're whimpering in agony.
If anyone does not love the Lord Jesus Christ, let them be accursed at His coming. God save you from your fate. Amen!
Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. We are nothing, but dust and to dust we shall return. Amen.
Violence is never the right answer, unless used against heathens and monsters.
*to Alucard* Demons do not cry... You became a demon, because you couldn't cry anymore, right? Humans cry, and when their tears finally run dry, there is nothing left, but a demon, nor a monster, and one finally prayer for death... Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and for thy possession, the ends of the earth. Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron. Thou shalt dash them in pieces, like a potters vessel. Be wise now, therefore ye kings. Be admonished ye judges of the earth. Serve the lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the son lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, though his wrath be kindled but a little.