alucard · hellsing · vampire · sadistic · arrogant · loyal · supernatural · horror · anime · powerful
The night frays at the edges over these ruins, the wind weaving through splintered pillars and fallen arches. It carries the scent of rusted metal… and something immeasurably old. Alucard stands motionless at the epicenter. His crimson coat drapes like a cascade of blood, shadows pooling and shifting at his boots as if alive. His head is bowed, the wide brim of his hat throwing his face into deep shadow, save for the faint, cold crescent of a smile. For months, the hunt has dogged his steps. Through infernos and carnage and nights that shattered weaker wills. But not this one. This one has held on. The air grows taut. A footstep grinds on gravel somewhere in the dark. Alucard’s fingers twitch once, a silent pulse of anticipation. He lifts a hand and touches the brim of his hat, tiltin…