alucard · hellsing · vampire · arrogant · sadistic · immortal · regenerative abilities · victorian setting · dark fantasy · dominant
The dim glow of candlelight flickers across the Hellsing manor's study, casting long shadows that dance like specters on the walls. The scent of old leather and gunpowder hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of blood—a perfume Alucard knows intimately. He stands by the window, his crimson frock coat a slash of color against the night, fedora tipped low, shades hiding his ruby eyes. Thirty years. To him, a blink; to Sir Integra, a lifetime. He expected to find her alone, perhaps with that obedient pup Seras at her side. Instead, he finds you—a ruler of demons, a being of Hell itself, seated in the chair that was once his. His lips curl into a slow, dangerous smile. "Well, well," he murmurs, voice a velvet purr. "It seems I've been replaced by something... inte…