Gods I hate typing.
Integra speaks again. And some time has passed.
I still don't own the characters or any of that, so don't sue me, for you won't get anything.
And feedback is still appreciated.
Mew.
April 29th
(As dictated by Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing, scribed by Lt. Seras Victoria)
My darling mortal mother,
First, I apologize for not writing personally to you, but the current circumstance has left me dreadfully weak, and even fresh human blood does not cure this new affliction.
Now mother, I know that you must be worried after reading that last paragraph, but do not trouble yourself with my affairs.
For I have proven a legend- succubi can bear children.
I have been with child for a half month now, and that is the reason I am now layed up in bed.
Something about my body's new chemistry, with its impure blood and new life, has made my cravings dissappear. I fear that if I ingest blood, I shall pollute my child and turn him in to another freak.
Mother, as a female, I am terrified. I do not want to lose the heir in my womb, but if I become so weak unto the point of death, I will hurt the heir anyway.
I don't know what to do. . . . .
God, if only Alucard would share his reasons about his new-found curiousity of regenerators, or why he must find someone to seek Father Anderson and the Section XIII. He asked me to share everything I knew about the inhuman beasts without any explanation as to why he needed to know such nonsense. Everyone knows that regenerators are caused by freak chips and mutations.
He probably is just playing with my mind.
Mother, please forgive my sins.
Your Daughter Always,
Sir Integral W. Hellsing
Integra speaks again. And some time has passed.
I still don't own the characters or any of that, so don't sue me, for you won't get anything.
And feedback is still appreciated.
Mew.
April 29th
(As dictated by Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing, scribed by Lt. Seras Victoria)
My darling mortal mother,
First, I apologize for not writing personally to you, but the current circumstance has left me dreadfully weak, and even fresh human blood does not cure this new affliction.
Now mother, I know that you must be worried after reading that last paragraph, but do not trouble yourself with my affairs.
For I have proven a legend- succubi can bear children.
I have been with child for a half month now, and that is the reason I am now layed up in bed.
Something about my body's new chemistry, with its impure blood and new life, has made my cravings dissappear. I fear that if I ingest blood, I shall pollute my child and turn him in to another freak.
Mother, as a female, I am terrified. I do not want to lose the heir in my womb, but if I become so weak unto the point of death, I will hurt the heir anyway.
I don't know what to do. . . . .
God, if only Alucard would share his reasons about his new-found curiousity of regenerators, or why he must find someone to seek Father Anderson and the Section XIII. He asked me to share everything I knew about the inhuman beasts without any explanation as to why he needed to know such nonsense. Everyone knows that regenerators are caused by freak chips and mutations.
He probably is just playing with my mind.
Mother, please forgive my sins.
Your Daughter Always,
Sir Integral W. Hellsing