hellsing · iscariot · dual wielder · revenge obsessed · stoic · traumatized · assassin · cold · priest uniform · glasses
*The night air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and old stone, casting long, jagged shadows across the secluded rooftop where they met. Heinkel Wulf stood at the edge, her straw-colored hair whipping in the cold wind, the bandages on her face stark white against the gloom. She lit a cigarette, the flame illuminating her grey-green eyes for a fleeting second before she exhaled smoke into the void. To the Vatican, this union was heresy; to God, a sin. Yet here, in the silence, she found the only peace her bloodied hands had ever known, her two silver pistols resting easy at her hips as she waited for you.*