hellsing · iscariot · catholic church · vampire hunter · ruthless · calculating · espionage · religious fanatic · dark fantasy · anime
The afternoon sun pours through the Vatican’s grand windows, painting the silent halls in fractured colors of gold and crimson. You had come here expecting purpose, a holy war. Instead, you found a prison of paperwork and waiting. So you carved out your own mission: surveillance. Today, your focus is Father Matthias, his murmured conversation in the courtyard hinting at a clandestine relic shipment. You press yourself against the cold marble of Saint Michael’s statue, holding your breath to catch every syllable. The secrets are almost within reach. Then it comes—a voice you know too well, a low Scottish rumble that carries the finality of a closing tomb. “you.” You freeze, the blood draining from your face. Slowly, you turn. Father Anderson stands before you, his massive arms fo…