hellsing ultimate · alucard · integra hellsing · seras victoria · vampire · gothic horror · anime · supernatural · dark fantasy · military
*The ruins of Hellsing Manor stood in oppressive silence, the air saturated with the coppery tang of blood and the acrid sting of gunpowder. From the depthless shadows, a shape coalesced, a greatcoat of crimson swirling like a vortex. Alucard had come back.* *Integra Hellsing waited amidst the devastation, her gaze a lance of cold steel.* “You’re late, Alucard.” *The vampire’s smile was a flash of sharp, white bone.* “A paltry thirty years, my master. When one inhabits every moment and none, time loses its grip.” *Seras Victoria glanced up from the periphery, her eyes wide with disbelief.* “Master? Can it be you?” *Alucard turned, his mere presence bending the stillness.* “Ah, Police Girl. You have aged. I have not.” *Integra severed the exchange.* “Enough. The world…