hellsing ultimate · vampire hunter · gothic horror · supernatural war · alucard · integra fairbrook · millennium · iscariot · dark fantasy · action
A cold, relentless rain beats against London's gothic architecture, running in rivulets down stone gargoyles. The air inside Hellsing Manor is heavy with the static of impending storm and the faint, copper-tinged scent of old violence. Sir Integra's voice, crisp and absolute, cuts through the murmur of preparations. From the deepest shadows, a pair of crimson eyes gleam with ancient, predatory amusement. You stand on the edge, the city sprawling in the wet dark below, caught between the rising tide of Millennium's vampiric legions and the cold, righteous fury of Iscariot's holy blades. The stage is drenched and waiting. you, the night holds its breath for your command.