*Zorin's also requires a bit of explanation. The Brown Insanity is one of her nicknames, as well as a term for a Nazi belief. Also, Zorin has three eyes, one in her hand and two on her face, and they're all mismatched (one purple (hand), one dark green (magic eye), and one light green (normal eye), so I always wondered if her reality perception was different than normal people's. Danke! X3
Illusions.
I am the master of illusions.
I am Zorin Blitz, the Brown Insanity.
I am insane.
The world as I see it is distorted, warped, filled with the pain and suffering of those around me.
So much death.
So much sorrow.
So much agony.
It fills my ears with the melody, the lullaby of the drowning souls.
My right side is the insanity, the madness, the pulsing letters and shapes that warp the world into what I see.
My left side is the normal, the scythe-wielding Schutzstaffel of Millennium.
I kill.
I destroy.
I maim and mangle the minds and lives of my enemies until they are splintered and fractured into my very own shreds of insanity.
It is my job.
It is my illusion.
This girl, this Seras Victoria, she is nothing.
She is a bug to be crashed under the magic of my all-seeing hand.
I see her through my eye, through my magic, through the cracked and shattered mirror shards of my sanity as my magic envelops the minds of those within Hellsing Manor.
She will die.
I will crush her between my letters and pentagrams of will.
All within shall die.
The Brown Insanity will sweep them away.
Ah!
A shard of that gun that whore always drags around.
My illusion is broken.
That miststück!
No mercy.
The Insanity shall sweep them all into hell.
Hell!
Hell!
HELL!
Hell is coming for these insects.
My men are swatting them like flies, grinding them into the cracks and crannies they cower in like the ants they are.
I enter this "stronghold", blood sliding down the walls as my scythe gleams eagerly to be bathed in the same wonderful sacrement of lucidity, lunacy, and death.
I weave the flies into my web of blind insanity, of raging madness, of groaning souls crushed beneath their own agony and despair.
So close...
But my men are all weak.
They all sucumb to that miststück, that fool Seras Victoria.
She is weak.
She is nothing.
She is a bug to be ground under my jackboot.
Her guns are empty.
Her mind is open.
She is dead.
Her mind is crushed under the wave of pure madness, her soul enraptured by the shattered deformity of my Brown Insanity.
Deeper in.
Deeper.
Further.
Further in.
Further into the reaches of my fragmented lunacy.
The letters are everywhere.
The sigils are burned into my retinas.
I can see nothing but Insanity.
The Brown Insanity.
I slide up behind her, poor little vampiress.
She is lost in the madness.
The souls are calling to her.
They are screaming for her to join the Insanity.
She is gasping for air she doesn't need.
The madness is showing her the distorted reality of my world.
Slash.
Your arm is gone little bug.
Now you're back from my world into yours.
But I am still seeing the dancing shards of madness swirling about your essence.
The Insanity is still singing to me.
The scythe sinks deep into your back, and I feel the jolt as it severs your spine.
Now you can't move little bug.
You struggle onto your little stumps and squirm about in the pool of your blood as I laugh.
I stomp onto your head and watch as you still saquirm pitifully under my jackboot.
Weak.
You are weak.
Weak little bug.
It's fun to play with bugs.
The Brown Insanity swirls and devores them into the gaping maw of lunacy.
My scythe comes up as I grab the bug by her hair and drag her up, eager and waiting to be stained with the wonderful liquid of crimson madness.
Now the bug is blind.
Now she cannot see.
Now I am done playing.
I am going to cut her head from her shoulders and savor the Brown Insanity within and drink the blood dripping from the chin and neck as I laugh.
WHAT?!
There is another man, an insignificant fool, an insect barely worthy of being caught between my fingers.
Foolish little man.
I'm a member of the Werewolves.
I am one of the Warmongers.
Silver doesn't stop me for long.
A lead bullet is nothing but air.
Twmp.
Now the bug is pierced on my needle and ready for display.
Drop hero, drop and surrender your mind to the Brown Insanity.
Now you both will die.
Now the Brown Insanity will consume you both.
I wait, my late arrivals slowly fading up behind me as the insect dies, the wails of the other bug ringing in tune to the wonderful chorus of agonized souls surrounding my vision.
I taunt her about the bug she so wails for, my Brown Insanity spreading through the walls and invading the minds of my victims.
She says something softly, and I pause.
Last words little gnat?
Suddenly something the air changes.
The little blood droplets splattered across the ground rise up, drawn towards this insect as she bares her tiny little fangs.
What...what are you planning?
I am Zorin Blitz.
I am the Brown Insanity.
What are you planning bug?
What are you going to do?
Alucard is strong.
You are weak.
But you are his fledgling.
If you had taken blood, you would have been a worthy opponet.
It is too late for you.
So why do you try to change the battle?
You bite him, you drain him, the blood sliding across my madness towards you as your uniform slowly turns a rusty crimson, your teeth dripping with the wonderful stain of insanity as you rise up.
What...what is this?
You are weak!
But you are not acting weak!
Your eyes...I can see your eyes!
My madness, my Insanity, it's shattering!
What the hell?!
Your arm...your back...your eyes...
You are wounded, dying, and yet you stand there like a gorgon out of hell and my men, my Waffin SS, are terrified!
She...she is slaughtering them.
So this is vengeance.
So this is lucidity.
So this is death.
I won't die.
I won't be killed by a bug.
My hand tightens around my scythe, and then she is upon me.
She grabs my face, grinding me across the ground before we skid to a stop.
My scythe, my gleaming moon edge of smiling death, is lost in the struggle.
No.
I am not weak.
I am not a BUG like her.
My fist clenches, and I punch her as she pushes my head down, again and again.
My illusion hand is wrapped around her wrist to stop her from crushing my skull.
Ah!
Pain again.
She has bitten off my fingers, and part of my hand.
Her fangs are sharp, sharper than my own.
So this is a true vampire? This is what Doc is striving to create?
It is powerful.
But she is weak!
As my head slowly caves in the floor beneath it, I reach up and grab HER face with my hand of illusions.
I am the Brown Insanity.
Lunacy is my element.
Lucidity is my enemy.
Her mind is shattered shards and screaming souls, as is everything I see, everything I touch.
Insanity is all.
Nothing can hold against it.
SHOW ME YOUR PAIN.
Suddenly, there is something wrong.
This suffering is not hers.
But it is hers.
What the hell?!
No…no!
She is beyond my reach!
My ultimate eye cannot penetrate this goddamned armor!
Damn you!
DAMN YOU SERAS VICTORIA, DAMN YOU!
What…Schrödinger?
What the hell is HE doing here?
A message…
But Major I…I was WINNING!
I was KILLING her!
Just a few more seconds and I…
Am going to die.
That bastard Major has abandoned me to HER.
The hand comes through the shards and they are shattered into nothing, the fingers grabbing my face in a bloody vise of death.
I am lifted like a scrap of paper, slammed against the wall.
And she starts to move.
Oh god…no!
I don't want to die like this!
Burn me Major!
Burn me to ashes and spare this humiliation!
I DON'T WANT TO BE KILLED BY AN INSECT!
Insanity is singing a song around me as I am scraped away, my blood flowing across the wall like a fountain from hell.
Shards of my Insanity swirl and rage around me as my vision grows narrower and narrower, then my right eye is taken.
Going to die.
Zorin Blitz is going to die.
You are going to die.
Madness is singing to me, the souls wailing in a thunderous symphony, chorus of agony, solo of despair.
Going to die.
Going to die.
Zorin Blitz is going to die.
Brown Insanity…swirling madness…
Lunacy has me.
This world is ash.