"Gabriel Van Helsing," Dracula sighed. "Or should I say… the Left Hand of God? The angel who fell so hard, he forgot he ever had wings."
The body dissolved into grey ash.
Anna knelt beside the creature. "No," she whispered. "You’re free." At dawn, the Valerious curse broke. Anna’s ancestors appeared as shimmering ghosts on the cliffside, finally ascending to heaven. She smiled at Van Helsing, touched his scarred cheek, and said, "Thank you, Gabriel."
The Monster blinked its sad, yellow eyes. van helsing 2004 script
Flashes: a battlefield. A cross. A fallen angel named Gabriel kneeling before a dark lord and saying, "I will hunt you until the stars burn cold."
"Well," he said to the Monster. "What do you say we find out who we are now?"
Van Helsing stood alone on the smoking castle steps, the Frankenstein Monster at his feet like a lost dog. He looked at his hands—the hands of an angel, a killer, a forgotten ghost. "Gabriel Van Helsing," Dracula sighed
"You’re late," she said.
When Hyde burst from the shadows—all sinew, rage, and the stench of cheap gin—Van Helsing didn’t flinch. He pivoted, firing a grapple into the beast’s shoulder, and rode the screaming monster down a flight of stairs. They crashed through a pew. Hyde’s fist slammed into the stone an inch from Van Helsing’s ear.
Van Helsing’s blood turned to ice. "You know nothing about me." Anna knelt beside the creature
"You’re still alive," he replied. "That means I’m on time."
Dracula screamed. His body didn’t ash. It fractured , like glass, and the pieces blew away in a wind that smelled of old prayers.
But for the first time in centuries… he didn't mind.