"Hmph. You're smarter than you look." Alucard scoffs, as his body begins to shift, the black skin parting to reveal a far more familiar form. It was like looking into some kind of twisted circus mirror. It was definitely Mithias, and yet the differences were as profound as the similarities. The eyes were different, filled with a strange hatred. He was slightly shorter, and wore what appeared to be a long black coat, which came to his ankles. Most strikingly, however, there was a large wound cut across his face, blinding his left eye and cutting into the corner of his mouth. The wound looked open, although no blood leaked from it. "Of course, you only got so close. I'm the original, or rather, your alternate. From an alternate reality, one that occurred besides this one. I abandoned my name many years ago, as did those who fight with me. To hear you use it... it is nostalgic."

He lifts one hand, as energy crackles across it. The Jigen Tou projects itself over his arm, transforming it into a deadly weapon. Whilst he had lost his layer of armour, he still retained all the offensive power he had previously displayed. "I heard that you had defeated one of the Daemon, an impressive feat. I faced a Daemon once, and I could not defeat it. I thought that perhaps you held some secret power, some great ancient strength that I did not know of. That somehow you had surpassed what I believed to be the limit, that you had gained the power necessary to defeat such a being." Utilizing the Lightning Step (Mithias recalls the ability's name despite never having heard it spoken, undoubtedly from Tsukune's memory) Alucard appears in front of his double. "But I find you to be a weakling, without the resolve to fight nor with the power to do so. As such, it seems I will need to grant you the only mercy I have to grant. You will not be alive to see the end."