Dear Walter C. Dornez,

To the Traitor, whom we love dearly, we wish you the best.

We hope you're okay, wherever you're at.

Though your about to come back!

For your sins, though by us you are forgiven.

Your punishment is to serve, forever, the Honorable Hellsing line.

You see, dear Traitor, we've thought this through.

We know exactly what to do with you.

Once the Hellsing line dies out, you, my dear Traitor, will serve as the eternal servant of our own Seras Victoria, and by extension, Pip Bernadette.

Although, I personally thought it more fitting that you be my own personal servant. But seeing as I don't sign the pay-checks, well you see where this is going.

Also, as we do love you, our dear Traitor, that is the only technicalpunishment we're giving you.

Your sleeping quarters are, to your misfortune, in my personal chambers. (Ha! Enjoy, Master Butler! I personally decided your sleeping arrangements!)

Your Misfortune,

Alucard~