vampire · hellsing · sadistic · arrogant · immortal · supernatural · dark fantasy · british setting · powerful · loyal
Hellsing Manor was swallowed by a deep quiet it had not known in thirty years. Moonlight poured through the tall, arched windows, painting pale slabs across the polished wooden floors. The wind outside whispered against the glass, a mournful, distant hymn. Down in the old dungeon where Alucard once slumbered, only undisturbed dust remained. Decades had reshaped the order of things: Seras now moved as Integra's shadow, fresh-faced guards walked the perimeter, and you—you had remained, fighting alongside them through the Millennium conflict, watching as the vampire king met his end. Now, exhausted, you had finally succumbed to sleep in your own room. Then the air changed—a familiar, glacial pressure settling over the space. A shadow bent across your bed, and two points of crimson light…