Just another one of the old stock characters that everyone enjoys for some
unknown reason ^_^
And as always, I still don't own Hellsing. Otherwise it would have had a better ending than what they gave us.
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November 1, Liege, B
This is the last time we ever allow the Police Girl to be the one in charge of the map . . . . We ended up making it to Hanover before she realized that we turned the wrong way and had to hurry back within the bounds of our treaty with the Vatican.
But, Argetni and I do enjoy playing tricks on the dear Police Girl. It's not like we have anything better to do when we're supposed to be out chasing nonexistent vampires. We all had a good laugh at Seras's expense, and I'm certain one of these days she will have her revenge, but until that time, we might as well torment the weakest of our membership.
Thank God for giving us a stupid leader of the Organization, for the three vampires in the service of Harker van Hellsing have always completed their missions, but then have always had time to pursue interests of their own accord by convincing him of the dangers of creatures that have never plagued the world or about pledging our unwavering service to his family and not the heir, though we all know where the intentions and services of the vampires and Walter lead to- the ascension of Devries to the leadership of the Hellsing Organization.
Devries is the reason that we have created the fictional FREAKS to chase through Belgium, for the three of us need to help our little master finally take her place in the grand game called existence.
Argetni is plagued by the thought of finally meeting our little master without her father or sister nearby, allowing us to speak freely to Devries about her responsibilities and duty to her family. She is terrified that the girl will try to kill her upon arrival in Brussels, or will not believe a word of what she will say in the hopes of gaining the trust and respect of the seventeen year old girl. We all know that Harker has specifically hired teachers to train the girl on the methods of killing ones like Argetni, since he knows that it was her wish for the girl to be the head of the Organization, not him nor his daughter with the secretary, Anika van Hellsing.
My master decided to move on ahead of both Seras and I, hoping to make it to Brussels before daybreak so she can catch the girl before she goes out to the Belgian clubs for the weekend tomorrow night, even though I assured Argetni that the thought of clubbing never appealed to little Devries.
It is a pity to see Devries Fairbrook Hellsing growing up to be exactly like her mother was before the transformation by my blood, though I have been warned and threatened within an inch of my preternatural life that I will be silenced permanently if I even once offer Devries the gift of immortality.
Argetni hasn't lost her spunk, which is absolutely adorable. I will be devastated when she loses that aspect of her humanity.
Devries looks exactly like her mother did at that age, with her lovely bronze skin, her icy blue eyes, almost platinum hair, too-tall stature, and if she had the need to wear glasses, no one would be able to guess that she was not Sir Integra. It will be a pleasure to serve her.
Argetni has kept the letter she wrote to her daughter safe in her possession, and is carrying it with her on this trip to Brussels hoping to slip it in one of her daughter's schoolbooks so she can find and read the words her mother wrote so long ago and hopefully take them to heart, deciding to side with us instead of her father and step-mother. I hope for Argetni's sanity that the girl will make the right decision.
I surely hope that Argetni will be pleased with the results of her quest to bring her daughter in to the world of the undead and earthbound souls, for I am not ready to deal with more regrets and complaints from my beloved Master.
Existence is but an endless waltz. . . . .
Alucard
And as always, I still don't own Hellsing. Otherwise it would have had a better ending than what they gave us.
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November 1, Liege, B
This is the last time we ever allow the Police Girl to be the one in charge of the map . . . . We ended up making it to Hanover before she realized that we turned the wrong way and had to hurry back within the bounds of our treaty with the Vatican.
But, Argetni and I do enjoy playing tricks on the dear Police Girl. It's not like we have anything better to do when we're supposed to be out chasing nonexistent vampires. We all had a good laugh at Seras's expense, and I'm certain one of these days she will have her revenge, but until that time, we might as well torment the weakest of our membership.
Thank God for giving us a stupid leader of the Organization, for the three vampires in the service of Harker van Hellsing have always completed their missions, but then have always had time to pursue interests of their own accord by convincing him of the dangers of creatures that have never plagued the world or about pledging our unwavering service to his family and not the heir, though we all know where the intentions and services of the vampires and Walter lead to- the ascension of Devries to the leadership of the Hellsing Organization.
Devries is the reason that we have created the fictional FREAKS to chase through Belgium, for the three of us need to help our little master finally take her place in the grand game called existence.
Argetni is plagued by the thought of finally meeting our little master without her father or sister nearby, allowing us to speak freely to Devries about her responsibilities and duty to her family. She is terrified that the girl will try to kill her upon arrival in Brussels, or will not believe a word of what she will say in the hopes of gaining the trust and respect of the seventeen year old girl. We all know that Harker has specifically hired teachers to train the girl on the methods of killing ones like Argetni, since he knows that it was her wish for the girl to be the head of the Organization, not him nor his daughter with the secretary, Anika van Hellsing.
My master decided to move on ahead of both Seras and I, hoping to make it to Brussels before daybreak so she can catch the girl before she goes out to the Belgian clubs for the weekend tomorrow night, even though I assured Argetni that the thought of clubbing never appealed to little Devries.
It is a pity to see Devries Fairbrook Hellsing growing up to be exactly like her mother was before the transformation by my blood, though I have been warned and threatened within an inch of my preternatural life that I will be silenced permanently if I even once offer Devries the gift of immortality.
Argetni hasn't lost her spunk, which is absolutely adorable. I will be devastated when she loses that aspect of her humanity.
Devries looks exactly like her mother did at that age, with her lovely bronze skin, her icy blue eyes, almost platinum hair, too-tall stature, and if she had the need to wear glasses, no one would be able to guess that she was not Sir Integra. It will be a pleasure to serve her.
Argetni has kept the letter she wrote to her daughter safe in her possession, and is carrying it with her on this trip to Brussels hoping to slip it in one of her daughter's schoolbooks so she can find and read the words her mother wrote so long ago and hopefully take them to heart, deciding to side with us instead of her father and step-mother. I hope for Argetni's sanity that the girl will make the right decision.
I surely hope that Argetni will be pleased with the results of her quest to bring her daughter in to the world of the undead and earthbound souls, for I am not ready to deal with more regrets and complaints from my beloved Master.
Existence is but an endless waltz. . . . .
Alucard