And now, for something completely different.
Alucard! (An INCREDIBLY thoughtful Alucard)
Yeah, it has been ages since he's had a chapter, and I think it's time that everyone's favorite demon in red gets a chance to speak for the final time in this weird little piece.
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December 30
What is man that you make so much of him, and that you set your heart on
him, visit him every morning and test him every moment?
Job 7: 17-18, Standard English Version
When you read this, dear ancestors of Hellsing, (if there are any remaining after my little master's temper tantrum), do not believe that I have decided to draw nearer to your god, but believe that I have all the time in the world to read every piece of literature ever written, and that every now and then the words of some archaic writer become embedded in my mind so that I will remember them for all my existence.
No, this passage reminds me of my two most recent fledglings, for it made me laugh when I read the words for the first time as I sat in Master's office years before, back when Integral was still a mortal, reading the texts she placed on the shelves in the room for more of an atmosphere than an actual use. I don't know why it made my laugh at that point of my existence, but I am glad that I stumbled upon such a phrase.
Even though I write this to my fledgling, my master, my lover, I assume that she will archive this letter, this is why I must explain to the future readers the importance of my Biblical quotation.
So take this as you will, future readers.
Argetni, my beautiful one, my equal in strength, my only true possession in the immortal realm, why do you think that I served you when you were a mortal? I knew that this day would come, and that you would have to make a choice between remaining with me and returning to the world of men to continue your ridiculous masquerade as a mortal.
The world will always be yours Argetni, yet you have decided to return once more to your mortal family to live in the constraints of the sunlit world, even though you are a creature that belongs to the night. I do not even know how to react to such a revelation.
Yes, Argetni, your blood child, the incredibly talented mortal Devries has been the epitome of all that is wrong with the Hellsing family. A blue-blooded child of two cousins, forced into existence because of the sheer vanity of her parents and their staunch refusal to allow another in to the bloodlines of Hellsing as the executive leader.
Does this make her blood taste more pure than say, yours?
Of course not. The nearly identical genes of her parents only made her blood overly intoxicating- the taste of ancient nobility with its sickening sweetness that gives it the rotten taste we have all experienced at least once when the seals had to be performed.
Damn you Argetni. Damn you to the eternal flames that await the realm of the undead monsters that must feed upon the blood of the living. I cannot live like this any more, waiting to see the outcome of my young master's fight for survival as she lay healing herself in the hospital wing of our manor house.
You planted the disastrous idea in her thoughts. I know that you did, for I could feel your presence in her mind as she pulled the replica of my Jackal from its holster on her hip and aimed directly for her sister after Seras successfully intercepted one of the many arguments the Hellsing sisters have been playing out these past few weeks.
We all tried to stop her, well, Seras and I did, but no Argetni, you would not allow your daughter to have any form of competition for her father's attention, and especially not for the position that you have coveted since you were old enough to realize what Hellsing is and believes. Seras begged for her to drop the weapon while I waited, ready to strike her down with a bullet from the Casull.
So with three bullets, one resounding, final shot from the replica- Jackal, and two shots from my own gun, Anika Hellsing lay dead on the third floor of the London manor house, and Devries Hellsing leaned against the wall, expelling a bullet from her forehead that barely injured her. My other bullet hit its target, but the Casull does not have the power of the Jackal, so I was not able to stop the bullet from its intended target.
Do not interpret this as kindness from me, no. I could have stopped the bullet before it even reached Anika, but what would that have accomplished? We would still be in this same exact mess, except Anika would be alive.
It was already too late to save Anika, as the hole created by the replica-Jackal's bullet had blasted a quarter of the girl's skull away.
And while Seras was crying her blood tears as she pried the gun out of Devries hand while I was kneeling next to Anika trying to see if there was any way possible to save her before her parents came to the scene, you appeared behind Devries, hugging her around the waist, purring about how wonderful she had done by executing the filth that wished to pollute the family. Of course, Devries was too frightened to do anything but lean against you as she sobbed.
Then you had to have your revenge, didn't you?
I hate you Argetni. You are by far the most vile fledgling I have ever created, and you are worse than I ever have been in any of my quests for power or blood, for at least I have some sense of morality and responsibility for my actions.
This is why I must leave, you damned punk, you fucking vile monster.
As soon as Devries is dead, there will be no human relative of Abram left to bind me to this family.
But what do you care, Argetni? You are leading your precious Organization once again. That is all that matters, am I correct?
Goodbye Miss Hellsing. Releasing Control Art Restriction to Level 1. (did you not realize I could release my own seals, former master?) Unlimited Release, authorizing the Cromwell Initiative. I, now my own master, command it!
So come battle me, MONSTER.
Even if you do not wish to encounter me, I will always be ready and waiting for opportunities to crush you and the Organization, much as I wished to do so many years ago when Abram, Jonathan, Quincy, and Mina all trekked to my castle in search of dear Lucy's tormentor. Rest assured, I will be successful this time.
It was ironic and quite fun, was it not?
Vlad
Alucard! (An INCREDIBLY thoughtful Alucard)
Yeah, it has been ages since he's had a chapter, and I think it's time that everyone's favorite demon in red gets a chance to speak for the final time in this weird little piece.
~*~*~*~*~
December 30
What is man that you make so much of him, and that you set your heart on
him, visit him every morning and test him every moment?
Job 7: 17-18, Standard English Version
When you read this, dear ancestors of Hellsing, (if there are any remaining after my little master's temper tantrum), do not believe that I have decided to draw nearer to your god, but believe that I have all the time in the world to read every piece of literature ever written, and that every now and then the words of some archaic writer become embedded in my mind so that I will remember them for all my existence.
No, this passage reminds me of my two most recent fledglings, for it made me laugh when I read the words for the first time as I sat in Master's office years before, back when Integral was still a mortal, reading the texts she placed on the shelves in the room for more of an atmosphere than an actual use. I don't know why it made my laugh at that point of my existence, but I am glad that I stumbled upon such a phrase.
Even though I write this to my fledgling, my master, my lover, I assume that she will archive this letter, this is why I must explain to the future readers the importance of my Biblical quotation.
So take this as you will, future readers.
Argetni, my beautiful one, my equal in strength, my only true possession in the immortal realm, why do you think that I served you when you were a mortal? I knew that this day would come, and that you would have to make a choice between remaining with me and returning to the world of men to continue your ridiculous masquerade as a mortal.
The world will always be yours Argetni, yet you have decided to return once more to your mortal family to live in the constraints of the sunlit world, even though you are a creature that belongs to the night. I do not even know how to react to such a revelation.
Yes, Argetni, your blood child, the incredibly talented mortal Devries has been the epitome of all that is wrong with the Hellsing family. A blue-blooded child of two cousins, forced into existence because of the sheer vanity of her parents and their staunch refusal to allow another in to the bloodlines of Hellsing as the executive leader.
Does this make her blood taste more pure than say, yours?
Of course not. The nearly identical genes of her parents only made her blood overly intoxicating- the taste of ancient nobility with its sickening sweetness that gives it the rotten taste we have all experienced at least once when the seals had to be performed.
Damn you Argetni. Damn you to the eternal flames that await the realm of the undead monsters that must feed upon the blood of the living. I cannot live like this any more, waiting to see the outcome of my young master's fight for survival as she lay healing herself in the hospital wing of our manor house.
You planted the disastrous idea in her thoughts. I know that you did, for I could feel your presence in her mind as she pulled the replica of my Jackal from its holster on her hip and aimed directly for her sister after Seras successfully intercepted one of the many arguments the Hellsing sisters have been playing out these past few weeks.
We all tried to stop her, well, Seras and I did, but no Argetni, you would not allow your daughter to have any form of competition for her father's attention, and especially not for the position that you have coveted since you were old enough to realize what Hellsing is and believes. Seras begged for her to drop the weapon while I waited, ready to strike her down with a bullet from the Casull.
So with three bullets, one resounding, final shot from the replica- Jackal, and two shots from my own gun, Anika Hellsing lay dead on the third floor of the London manor house, and Devries Hellsing leaned against the wall, expelling a bullet from her forehead that barely injured her. My other bullet hit its target, but the Casull does not have the power of the Jackal, so I was not able to stop the bullet from its intended target.
Do not interpret this as kindness from me, no. I could have stopped the bullet before it even reached Anika, but what would that have accomplished? We would still be in this same exact mess, except Anika would be alive.
It was already too late to save Anika, as the hole created by the replica-Jackal's bullet had blasted a quarter of the girl's skull away.
And while Seras was crying her blood tears as she pried the gun out of Devries hand while I was kneeling next to Anika trying to see if there was any way possible to save her before her parents came to the scene, you appeared behind Devries, hugging her around the waist, purring about how wonderful she had done by executing the filth that wished to pollute the family. Of course, Devries was too frightened to do anything but lean against you as she sobbed.
Then you had to have your revenge, didn't you?
I hate you Argetni. You are by far the most vile fledgling I have ever created, and you are worse than I ever have been in any of my quests for power or blood, for at least I have some sense of morality and responsibility for my actions.
This is why I must leave, you damned punk, you fucking vile monster.
As soon as Devries is dead, there will be no human relative of Abram left to bind me to this family.
But what do you care, Argetni? You are leading your precious Organization once again. That is all that matters, am I correct?
Goodbye Miss Hellsing. Releasing Control Art Restriction to Level 1. (did you not realize I could release my own seals, former master?) Unlimited Release, authorizing the Cromwell Initiative. I, now my own master, command it!
So come battle me, MONSTER.
Even if you do not wish to encounter me, I will always be ready and waiting for opportunities to crush you and the Organization, much as I wished to do so many years ago when Abram, Jonathan, Quincy, and Mina all trekked to my castle in search of dear Lucy's tormentor. Rest assured, I will be successful this time.
It was ironic and quite fun, was it not?
Vlad