[ All right, that Dean did cover to a degree. As in, he was informed people who wear jeggings are doomed to hell, which he imagines is not a teaching in the literature, but who the fuck knows. It did get the point across.

He pauses. Afterlife. Yeah. That is what's absent, he supposes. ]

We haven't got an afterlife. [ He pours another drink. What's beyond death? Nothing, he thinks. Death takes you by the hand. The rest is empty, unknown. ] Though I'm aware of the matter of sins and hell.

[ He's seen it, through Dean's memories. Isn't sure what to make of it even now. Alucard speaks of the acts of a church, not what literally crawls forth out of another realm. These are two different things.

But as for disapproval. That is all too common. His tone turns wry. ] Humans published a text. On Witchers. Shortly before Kaer Morhen burned. Said we were deviants, only fit to be wiped out. Faith doesn't teach people to cast judgment. It's just one excuse amongst many. They'll always find a reason.