The last two epilogue chapters have been inspired by "What it is to Burn"
by Finch. Now, the song reminds me more of Alucard than anyone else (well,
my twisted Alucard) but it brought me back to the spirit of writing
Hellsing. And then after thinking about the song, I was reminded of Devries
in a very odd way.
So here's Epilogue #3, Lillith Edwards-van Hellsing
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December 14
South Russell, Ohio
I never could have imagined that this year would pass me by so quickly, but then if I think upon all the times Seras and I have moved from city to city and then suburb to suburb in this uncivilized and damnable country where I have been forced to reside, I can understand how each trek across the continent has made time appear to fly.
Together we finally decided that this quiet pseudo-Midwestern town suited both of our needs, as she has easy access to a large city that is teaming with live prey for her blood appetite, and I can have the solitude and luxury that I have grown accustomed to thanks to my late husband, as well as being able to hold a wonderful job at a nearby hospital research center, which I received due to contacts that my husband had with them, for they made the synthetic blood we fed our vampires.
Our house is quite modest for the area, but it is by no means small or in need of any repairs, it is just that most people in the area have large farms and manor houses, while we have a small plot of land and a two story Tudor-style house with four bedrooms and three baths.
Look at me describing all this mundane, useless, nonsensical trash.
I have focused all my extra time and energy in to my home and work so that I would not have the time to lament the deaths of the three people I cared the most for in this world. This usually works, but apparently not today.
Perhaps this is because it has been nearly a year since Anika and Harker were murdered before Devries committed suicide. I still do not fully understand why my step-daughter would become so irate with her position in the Organization, as she strived from a very early age to be the perfect Hellsing. I do not wish to blame anyone for the death of my family, but every single idea or assumption as to why this atrocity occurred singles out that she-devil Argenti as the main, if not only, influence on Devries' actions those fateful days last December.
Until I pass from this world, I will never be able to forgive Argetni for her crimes against the family she claimed to have loved with all her being. If she loved Hellsing and her Organization, she would have promised to guide both Harker and Devries, and then Devries' children, grandchildren, and so on, so that someone with the knowledge of how Hellsing worked in the past and the most effective ways of dealing with each type of undead and blasphemous creature that could possibly arise.
That was never Argetni's style, not even as a mortal. She was always to be the center of attention. She needed to be in control or she could not handle whatever situation she would find herself in. So she used her own daughter as the proverbial springboard to leap back in to the public spotlight as the leader of the Hellsing Organization, tainting Devries' name by assuming it for all purposes.
The bitch even held me under her spell for a brief time the previous winter, as I was present at her knighting, even praising my Devries for her lovely accomplishment.
MY Devries did not even have a proper funeral. Walter and a few of the upper level officers unceremoniously lowered her body in to the grave marked for Integral Wingates Hellsing from so many years prior as Argetni, Seras, and I watched the spectacle.
Anika's death is still quite a mystery to me. Seras has told me repeatedly that Argetni's influence over Devries' mind at the time was so great that Devries had no idea as to what she was doing, which is why she felt so much remorse and killed herself days later. I find it hard to believe that Devries would have been so weak as to let someone take full control over her mind and body. I know it is terrible to feel that Devries did actually wish to kill Anika, but with as much tension that always remained between the sisters, I cannot help but have such an idea permeate my thoughts every so often.
I know Argetni never felt any remorse for placing that damnable gun to Harker's head and pulling the trigger at such close range. My dear husband did not even have hope for survival, and I know he was terrified as he stared in to the hellish eyes behind the weapon. I still find it appalling that Harker ever consummated that marriage, as no self-respecting gentleman should EVER have to touch a whore.
That is all Argetni is and can ever aspire to be. A common whore with the bloodlust. I do find it hilarious that even her pet demon Alucard has run away because he could not handle her brazenness and lack or morality.
Like he has any room to speak on that subject. . . .
Unlike the other vampires, I do believe that Seras was chosen by God to be an immortal so that she could be a modern-day saint or angel to the few people she would touch in her long life. She does have to tame the bloodlust every so often, but she will typically drink the medical blood I supply her with on a regular basis. Her bloodlust is of no concern to me; her kindness and compassion make up for her demon qualities a thousand- fold.
Whenever I needed to cry, Seras was there to comfort me. Whenever I wished to seek revenge on the woman that ruined my life, Seras was there to bring me back to reality. If ever I needed to find a way to forget about my troubled life, Seras would provide the distraction. And when I wanted to end my own life so I could finally be with the rest of my family, Seras helped bring me out of my depression and set me right again.
She is equally upset with Argetni as I am, with her anger stemming from the events that happened on that fateful night when Integral allowed herself to be turned, but she is sensible and indirect with her anger. We have both decided that the most fitting punishment for the newest leader of Hellsing is to leave her to her own whims. Without the vampires she had become dependant on for most of her existence on this earth, she will find how absolutely useless her Organization has become.
Of course, Argetni will never admit to having such problems, but we know she will as soon as the newest threat to the night travels from this continent to the beloved island where I was born. The NAPHC is having trouble with them already, though Seras tears through the hybrid monsters quite easily whenever she decides to travel to New York, Chicago, Detroit, and sometimes Cleveland with the NAPHC as a mercenary and undead hunting expert.
Alas, I should head out to my car so I can begin to warm it up for Seras. She wishes to take me Christmas shopping this moonlit snowy night in the hopes that my depression will lift yet again.
I really do not know where I would be today without the support of Seras Victoria.
Lillith Edwards-van Hellsing
So here's Epilogue #3, Lillith Edwards-van Hellsing
~*~*~*~*~
December 14
South Russell, Ohio
I never could have imagined that this year would pass me by so quickly, but then if I think upon all the times Seras and I have moved from city to city and then suburb to suburb in this uncivilized and damnable country where I have been forced to reside, I can understand how each trek across the continent has made time appear to fly.
Together we finally decided that this quiet pseudo-Midwestern town suited both of our needs, as she has easy access to a large city that is teaming with live prey for her blood appetite, and I can have the solitude and luxury that I have grown accustomed to thanks to my late husband, as well as being able to hold a wonderful job at a nearby hospital research center, which I received due to contacts that my husband had with them, for they made the synthetic blood we fed our vampires.
Our house is quite modest for the area, but it is by no means small or in need of any repairs, it is just that most people in the area have large farms and manor houses, while we have a small plot of land and a two story Tudor-style house with four bedrooms and three baths.
Look at me describing all this mundane, useless, nonsensical trash.
I have focused all my extra time and energy in to my home and work so that I would not have the time to lament the deaths of the three people I cared the most for in this world. This usually works, but apparently not today.
Perhaps this is because it has been nearly a year since Anika and Harker were murdered before Devries committed suicide. I still do not fully understand why my step-daughter would become so irate with her position in the Organization, as she strived from a very early age to be the perfect Hellsing. I do not wish to blame anyone for the death of my family, but every single idea or assumption as to why this atrocity occurred singles out that she-devil Argenti as the main, if not only, influence on Devries' actions those fateful days last December.
Until I pass from this world, I will never be able to forgive Argetni for her crimes against the family she claimed to have loved with all her being. If she loved Hellsing and her Organization, she would have promised to guide both Harker and Devries, and then Devries' children, grandchildren, and so on, so that someone with the knowledge of how Hellsing worked in the past and the most effective ways of dealing with each type of undead and blasphemous creature that could possibly arise.
That was never Argetni's style, not even as a mortal. She was always to be the center of attention. She needed to be in control or she could not handle whatever situation she would find herself in. So she used her own daughter as the proverbial springboard to leap back in to the public spotlight as the leader of the Hellsing Organization, tainting Devries' name by assuming it for all purposes.
The bitch even held me under her spell for a brief time the previous winter, as I was present at her knighting, even praising my Devries for her lovely accomplishment.
MY Devries did not even have a proper funeral. Walter and a few of the upper level officers unceremoniously lowered her body in to the grave marked for Integral Wingates Hellsing from so many years prior as Argetni, Seras, and I watched the spectacle.
Anika's death is still quite a mystery to me. Seras has told me repeatedly that Argetni's influence over Devries' mind at the time was so great that Devries had no idea as to what she was doing, which is why she felt so much remorse and killed herself days later. I find it hard to believe that Devries would have been so weak as to let someone take full control over her mind and body. I know it is terrible to feel that Devries did actually wish to kill Anika, but with as much tension that always remained between the sisters, I cannot help but have such an idea permeate my thoughts every so often.
I know Argetni never felt any remorse for placing that damnable gun to Harker's head and pulling the trigger at such close range. My dear husband did not even have hope for survival, and I know he was terrified as he stared in to the hellish eyes behind the weapon. I still find it appalling that Harker ever consummated that marriage, as no self-respecting gentleman should EVER have to touch a whore.
That is all Argetni is and can ever aspire to be. A common whore with the bloodlust. I do find it hilarious that even her pet demon Alucard has run away because he could not handle her brazenness and lack or morality.
Like he has any room to speak on that subject. . . .
Unlike the other vampires, I do believe that Seras was chosen by God to be an immortal so that she could be a modern-day saint or angel to the few people she would touch in her long life. She does have to tame the bloodlust every so often, but she will typically drink the medical blood I supply her with on a regular basis. Her bloodlust is of no concern to me; her kindness and compassion make up for her demon qualities a thousand- fold.
Whenever I needed to cry, Seras was there to comfort me. Whenever I wished to seek revenge on the woman that ruined my life, Seras was there to bring me back to reality. If ever I needed to find a way to forget about my troubled life, Seras would provide the distraction. And when I wanted to end my own life so I could finally be with the rest of my family, Seras helped bring me out of my depression and set me right again.
She is equally upset with Argetni as I am, with her anger stemming from the events that happened on that fateful night when Integral allowed herself to be turned, but she is sensible and indirect with her anger. We have both decided that the most fitting punishment for the newest leader of Hellsing is to leave her to her own whims. Without the vampires she had become dependant on for most of her existence on this earth, she will find how absolutely useless her Organization has become.
Of course, Argetni will never admit to having such problems, but we know she will as soon as the newest threat to the night travels from this continent to the beloved island where I was born. The NAPHC is having trouble with them already, though Seras tears through the hybrid monsters quite easily whenever she decides to travel to New York, Chicago, Detroit, and sometimes Cleveland with the NAPHC as a mercenary and undead hunting expert.
Alas, I should head out to my car so I can begin to warm it up for Seras. She wishes to take me Christmas shopping this moonlit snowy night in the hopes that my depression will lift yet again.
I really do not know where I would be today without the support of Seras Victoria.
Lillith Edwards-van Hellsing