[@Wraithblade6]Alucard snarled down at Mithias, seeming moments away from turning this into a 2v1 himself. "What do you know of sacrifice? You follow ideals of heroes blindly, not knowing what they mean, not knowing what they require. I should know, because I've stood there, I've stood in those shoes!" Mithias reached upwards, and Alucard's wings seemed to be blown from his back by some invisible wave of force, as the vampire started falling from the sky like a comet from orbit. "You goddamnn priiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-"

Bob was not a strategic fighter. In his many thousands of years, he had never bothered to learn how to counter and outwit his opponents. It simply wasn't his style. But even he knew an opening when he saw one, and as Alucard fell down to Earth he neatly separated into two halves, each striking the ground separately. His cape seemed to flow into the sky and devour the stars, until there was nothing but blackness above, illuminated only by Bob's glowing red eyes. "Allow me to show you the personal Hell I've crafted for you." Streaks of blackness shot down from above, latching onto Alucard as they attempted to drown out his soul in a sea of agony.

Alucard, in the meantime, was fighting to the last of his abilities, his torso firing bolts of lightning into the incoming missiles, pillars of frost forming around those that got too close. And yet all it did was slow down his impending defeat. Mercilessly, the manifest nightmares devoured flesh and bone, as he was torn apart. Within moments, there was nothing left but a pair of motionless legs. 

Bob then appeared besides Mithias. His cloak receded, his blade once more became a cane. But still there was a certain tension in the air, a certain pressure. "Now, normally, I would kill anyone who found out about this. But you see, I find you amusing, so that seems like a less favourable option. Instead, allow me to offer you an alternative." A desk appeared, and upon it was a contract written in the blood of orphans. Unfortunately, Mithias hung out with Gabriel so much he was able to tell from the smell of the blood alone. It was quite probably his saddest ability. "Sign this contract, which will obligate you to never speak of this to anyone. If you break it.... your soul becomes mine."