Mr. Self-Destruct
I am the bullet in the gun. . . . . . . And I control you
I am the truth from which you run . . . And I control you
I am the silencing machine. . . . . . . And I control you
I am the end of all your dreams . . . . And I control you
Alucard
The bird of hermes is my name
eating my wings to make me tame
I found that passage while invading Abraham's library one day. I don't remember how long ago that was. I don't really care, either. When you get as old as I am, keeping track of time is petty and useless. Keeping an agenda is best left for humans. They need to remind themselves of the date and time. They are only numbering what days they've left to live.
I can do that. Go off subject, take this train of thought in a different direction without justification. I frankly don't care, not really. There's a lot I like to talk about. Quite a bit. I just never get the chance. Instead, I stay where I'm suppose to stay. I go where I'm suppose to go. I'm always doing what I'm told to do. But I want to, you see. I'm always bored. Always bored. There's never enough to do. There's never enough that can be done.
Books don't help pass the time, but in those years it was better than nothing. I hadn't drank blood in five years. Abraham was breaking me like a horse, distancing me from blood and waiting for me to crawl to him begging for a taste of his son's blood... who was a virgin. Tricky tricky tricky bastard. He knew my weakness. He knew how to get me addicted. He knew how he was going to control me. It would be a matter of time before I did that. Before I learned I could put him at checkmate by sacrificing my freedom. My willpower.
The Ripley Scroll is suppose to be the mortal leak of how to achieve immortality. In truth, it's a bunch of rubbish. But there are those two lines... those two perfectly polished lines...
Bird of Hermes is my name
Eating my wings to make me tame
The day I saw that, I succumbed to Abraham's authority. He thought he defeated me. He thought he finally did it, accomplished the impossible, made a vampire a Servant of Hellsing Institute...
I requested a customized coffin with that quote printed on the surface. Abraham was alarmed. Why? When he read the quote scratched into the surface of my bed, he knew. He knew and he realized his grave mistake.
By forfeiting my freedom and becoming a servant of Hellsing, I become that much more strong. The institute won't survive for long, eventually Abraham's blood would thin out and his descendents would become weaker. I will keep baiting them with my blood until eventually a generation of Hellsing will falter and I will reign triumphant.
It's already beginning. Abraham's youngest son was killed by his own selfish desire for power. I foresee the downfall of Hellsing. It is only a matter of time... and time just happens to be my ally.