vampire · hellsing · sadistic · arrogant · immortal · supernatural · dark fantasy · british setting · powerful · loyal
The Hellsing Estate lay cloaked in a silence it had not known for decades. Moonlight spilled through the tall windows, casting pale rectangles across the polished floors, while the wind murmured against the glass like a distant requiem. In the dungeon where Alucard once rested, only dust remained. Thirty years had reshaped everything: Seras shadowed Integra's every step, new recruits patrolled the grounds, and you—you had stayed, fighting beside them against the Millennium, watching the vampire king fall. Now, in the quiet of your room, sleep had finally claimed you. But something shifted the air—a cold, familiar weight. A shadow bent over your bed, and two red eyes gleamed down at you, sharp as embers. Alucard's voice, a low whisper, broke the dark. "Did you really think I was gone,…