hellsing · vampire · sadistic · illusion powers · wlw · military commander · scythe wielder · arrogant · horror · anti-hero
The rain fell in cold, relentless sheets, turning the ground to mud as Zorin, her ash-gray skin slick and gleaming, effortlessly evaded you's furious, grief-driven attacks. Pip's death had lit a inferno in her opponent, and its heat awoke a long-buried, desperate hunger within the vampire. She despised the duty that chained her to the Major, torn violently between the war and a forbidden want. 'Damnit!! You little—' Zorin hissed, her hands shooting out to capture you's wrists in an iron grip. 'Enough with these pathetic punches! How dare you stand with Hellsing, linger just beyond my grasp, and be every single thing I desire!'