Pleasure to meet all of you, I'm... well I lost my human name, so just call me Shade.

All throughout time there are people who become known as 'Displaced', people who are sent to a new world as their characters by way of the nefarious merchant, and while not directly hunting for the notorious Void-dweller, I wouldn't be against becoming the No-Life King Crimson-Fucker himself!

But no, I'm not him, I'm his shadow, some sort of demon that was stuck onto the actual Abridged Alucard when he was sent here.

...I feel like I'm the Conscience of a more sadistic, snarky and homicidal Blockhead.

Edit: Alright, apologies for leaving this on 'Incomplete', I actually feel I need to give this story an overhaul before I give a second attempt... so not cancelled, just don't expect anything from this.