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Arthur's everyday life crossed the borders between reality and fiction. He witnessed unspeakable horrors day in and day out that the average's man nightmares were now laughable to him.

In fact, Arthur had become so desensitized that he could no longer dream.

Perhaps it was his subconscious attempting to have some peace and normalcy, but what was normal about never dreaming for the past seventeen years?

However, tonight appeared to be an outlier, and Arthur found himself standing in a utopian version of the estates gardens. There was not a cloud in the blue sky, a gentle breeze sashayed at his heels, and the normally bland hedges surrounding him had sprouted a kaleidoscope of roses.

However, none of the fairy tale-like sights compared to witnessing the hedges parting to reveal Martha in her wedding dress, looking exactly as he remembered her.

Arthur's throat ran dry as she walked down the aisle of roses towards him, smiling like the blushing bride she was supposed to be. He had so much he wanted to say—needed to say, but the only word he could utter was—.

"Why?" He croaked, raising a trembling hand towards her veiled face. "Why do you appear to me now after all this time?"

"You weren't ready to see me yet, Arthur." Martha explained, her soft spoken voice like an old friend welcoming him home. "You always were dedicated to your duty first and foremost. My presence would have hindered that, especially with your part to play in the war." Then she cupped his face in her hands and wiped away the tears he didn't realize he had shed. "You've mourned me for four long years. I'm sorry, Arthur."

This was nothing but a dream, but Arthur couldn't find it in himself to care at feeling Martha's warmth after so long.

"….Do you resent me?" He whispered, his eyes fluttering shut. "Do you hate me for what I did to you?"

"What happened to me wasn't your fault." She answered, a gaping hole replacing her face for a moment. "And how could I resent you when I love you more than life itself?"

Arthur couldn't help but laugh at the familiar sentiment—the same one she had told him since they were children and he was a fool not to realize how genuine her feelings were until it was too late.

"Why on Earth did you love someone like me?" His laughter slowly declined into whimpers. "For years, you tolerated my bullshit and encouraged me like no other, and in return, I would bed you once in a while before screwing someone else without noticing you were the only one who loved me." His whimpers dissolved into messy sobs as he clung to her desperately. "And I let you die….I couldn't protect you when you needed me the most….and in my rage and guilt…..I betrayed Olivia's trust in me and used her as a tool to win the war. I'm sorry, Martha….I'm so sorry!"

Arthur had to be the Iron Hearted Director for the good of the organization and the good of his country. But now, all of the emotions he had shoved away were gushing out and all he could do was be helplessly swept away by them.

"If you truly want my forgiveness," Martha murmured, holding him like the millions of times before. "Then I want you to make peace with Olivia and build a better future together. No more senseless deaths. No more crying. And no more regrets." She pulled away and stared him dead in the eyes. "Can you do that for me?"

"But I—."

"You and Olivia are so much alike." Martha giggled, and Arthur's heart melted at the beloved sound. "Both of you refuse to be forgiven without torturing yourselves first. Please, do this for me, Arthur. I can only rest in peace when I know my loved ones are safe and secure."

"….I promise." Arthur weaved their fingers together and smiled softly. "And...if I have the honor of meeting you again in the next life, I promise to be a better man and make you the happiest woman in the world, Elonis."

Martha's laughter and tears soaked through her veil and onto his face as she shook her head in amusement.

"Haven't I told you a million times that I hate my first name?"

"A million and one times actually." He chuckled, his vision becoming blurry once more. "And I never understood why you hated it so much. I was actually planning to name our first daughter after you."

They laughed once more, though with a trace of melancholy that such a joy would never be.

"If you ever do have a daughter, I want you to promise me something else."

"Anything."

"Ask Olivia for her name, and know that the name she says is my final gift to you." Martha kissed his cheek before taking a step back. "Goodbye, Arthur. Be at peace so that I may be as well."

"I swear to do everything within my power and beyond to ensure your eternal peace." Arthur bit his lip and his face pinched up as he felt Martha's presence fade away. "I love you, Martha."

"And I love you, Arthur."

His eyes fluttered shut as she kissed him before vanishing with the wind.

Martha had finally passed on to the other side.

"I swear on my life to ensure your eternal peace, my love." Arthur whispered, wiping his eyes and staring up at the sky with a steel-like gaze. "I won't falter this time. The events of four years ago, I vow to never let them happen again."

He reached out to caress one of the roses, only to have it wilt beneath his touch as an unknown voice boomed from the sky.

"Now, show me what has blossomed."

"Wha—?!" A bullet tore through the rose petals and into his left eye. "FUCK!" Arthur fell back, clutching his face as blood gushed between his fingers and the utopia around him erupted into flames.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!' The sky above turned crimson red as the hedges liquefied into globs of blood. 'WHAT KIND OF FUCKED UP DREAM IS THIS?!'

His surroundings swirled around him, and his face felt like it was being cracked apart with a pickaxe. Blood leaked into his remaining eye, causing his vision to become opaque.

'I've got to get out of here!'

Gritting his teeth, Arthur tried to stand up, only to slip on—.

"A roof tile?" Arthur squinted, trying to confirm whether he was standing on top of a roof when there was grass beneath his feet a second ago. "Why the hell am I on a roof?!"

Then, gradually, his vision began to clear, and his throat clenched as he realized where he was.

Arthur was standing on top of Big Ben in the heart of burning London as a sea of undead swept through the streets...with Dracula himself standing in the center, commanding his army with the eyes of a bloodthirsty tyrant.

"No…." Arthur fell to his knees and slammed his blood soaked hands over his equally blood soaked face, "How could this happen?! How?!"

His grandfather had bound Alucard to a lifetime of servitude to their family, and the only way he could be free was if the Hellsing bloodline ended.

Had Arthur failed his duty and died before producing an heir? Or had Alucard somehow broke free of his servitude and betrayed Arthur's trust in him? But how could he? What on Earth could be strong enough to break a blood oath between the great Abraham Van Helsing and Dracula?!

"OLIVIA! RUN!" Walter's voice echoed from somewhere in the Hell raging down below. "GET OUT OF HERE NOW!"

"WALTER!" came Olivia's desperate cries from somewhere else. "WALTER! DON'T LEAVE ME! OPEN YOUR EYES! STAY WITH ME!"

"WALTER! OLIVIA!" Arthur frantically searched the 'river' below for his soldiers, their screams swirling around his head like a mad carousel. "WHERE ARE YOU?! ANSWER ME!"

Dracula's laughter drowned out Walter and Olivia's replies, and Arthur turned to find him brandishing his sword in his direction.

"500 years ago, 100 years ago," Dracula chuckled, his red eyes shining with glee. "Now you come back to challenge me and awaken me again, my beloved nemesis."

"You devil…" Arthur hissed, reaching into his coat and whipping out his pistol from his holster. "How dare you break the vow you made to my family—the vow you made to me?! HOW DARE YOU?!"

Suddenly, the tiles gave out underneath him and Arthur plunged into the River of Hell below, witnessing Dracula bite into Olivia's neck and tearing it out before everything went black.

"Master Hellsing!" The elderly steward busted into his room after hearing Arthur's wails from the first floor. He found Arthur thrashing around on the floor, tangled up in his blankets and clawing at something unseen. "Master Hellsing! Wake up!" He jostled Arthur roughly in an attempt to wake him up. "You are having a nightmare! Wake up!"

Arthur's eyes shot open, and he flailed around in confusion for a moment before gaining his bearings and looking around the room with wide, bloodshot eyes.

"Wh….What?...A dream…?" He untangled his arms and slapped his right hand over his face, tracing around his left eye like he was expecting something to be missing. "It was just a dream…..just a dream…."

"M-Master Hellsing?" The elderly steward uttered, torn between wanting to help his master back into bed and wanting to flee from the room at how haggard Arthur looked. "Are you alright?"

Arthur tensed up and whipped his head in the steward's direction, as if noticing his presence for the first time.

"….Nathaniel?" He blinked rapidly and shook the cobwebs out of his head. "What are you doing in my bedroom?"

"I was preparing the morning fire when I heard you screaming bloody murder!" Nathaniel explained, finally taking the initiative to untangle Arthur from his blankets and help him to his feet. "I have never seen you like this, Sir Hellsing. What is going on?"

"…..What time does Olivia's train pull into Paddington Station?"

"Uh, 3:45 am, sir."

"I see." Arthur ran a hand down his face, a storm ranging in his eyes. "When she returns to the manor, have her come see me in my office. Alone."

"Yes, Sir Hellsing." Nathaniel bowed, somewhat reassured to see Arthur acting normally now. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yes," Arthur walked over to his desk and picked up Abraham's journal. "Bring me my grandfather's blessed silver chain, the same one he used to hunt vampires with. I will be needing it today."

Long after the ballroom had shut down and the other guests had returned to their cabins, Olivia and Alucard, still in their formal wear, roamed the ferry's deck hand in hand.

Soon the shores of Great Britain would appear over the horizon, symbolizing the end of her journey and their return to reality.

"Next time we go on a trip, let's bring our children." Olivia piped up, her words contradicting her thoughts. "We could go to Spain or even go back to Italy. You and Vasilissa can pick fights with the Vatican, while Zaharia and I go to the opera house. Then, at night, we can all fence on the rooftops or whatever ridiculous game you can conjure up. Vasilissa has your killer instinct and Zaharia has your adorable looks, so I'm sure they'll be quite the fearsome duo meaning we'll need to keep an eye on them at all times." Olivia smiled up at him, not an ounce of jest in her tone. "How about it?"

"Only if I get to spoil you like you have done for me." Alucard played along, bringing her knuckles to his lips. "We can consider it our first real Honeymoon."

"And what should we call those nights in Florence then?"

"A test run." He chuckled, lifting her arm up and twirling her around. "After all, I didn't get to disembowel someone and give you their innards as an offering."

"I thought we agreed to postpone the disemboweling until we had our first born and the shaman came to bless them with sweetgrass."

"Yet here we are with two children and you remain without tribute." Alucard sighed, nipping at her neck and earning a giggle from Olivia. "I'll have to rectify these offences post haste."

"Just kiss me and we'll call it even." Olivia hummed, already connecting their lips and tangling her fingers in his hair.

"But aren't you worried about 'morning breath'?"

"Oh shut up." She stuck her tongue out, squealing when he tried to bite it. "I'm going to miss waking up next to you."

"You are always free to sleep in my coffin with me."

"Considering nothing good happens to me whenever I am in your coffin, I think I will pass."

"Don't let 'Mr. Coffin' hear you say that."

"Hey, you called them 'Mr. Coffin'!" She applauded, finding the sound of the cute nickname said in the tones of his voice both entertaining and strange.

"Yes, it appears your charms are rubbing off on me." Alucard wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed their bodies flush against each other. "You are quite the bad influence on me."

"Pot calling the kettle black." Olivia pouted, kissing him once more. "Before this trip, I never would have imagined being so intimate with someone, yet here I am. So much for being a proper lady."

"I have no interest in a 'proper lady'. It is the huntress that stirs my cravings."

"Heel, boy. We are still in public." Olivia gave him a playful hit on the chest, light pink dusting her cheeks. "Like I said, I'm learning this as I go. But," She grasped his tie and yanked him down to her level. "I think I'm learning rather quickly, wouldn't you agree?"

"My, my~." Alucard purred, drumming his fingers down her waist. "Who knew hiding behind that innocent face was such a lascivious vixen?"

"Shut up. I already gave myself second hand embarrassment from saying that." Olivia covered her face with a bashful grin. "See, you are the bad influence, not me."

Alucard just laughed and held her close, cocooning her in his coat like a bat.

"We've both influenced each other for better or worse. How about we leave it at that?"

"Alright." Olivia nuzzled her face against his chest. "I love you so much. Even when we pass through the threshold of Hellsing manor, my feelings will remain the same. You are my husband, and that will never change. No matter what others may call you or make you out to be, I will never stop loving you, Alucard."

"And you dare accuse me of being overly saccharine." He bonked her on the forehead, giving her that rare special smile of his. "No wonder your blood is as sweet as your words."

"I don't hear you complaining when you drink from me though."

"Oh trust me, that wasn't a complaint by any means." His fangs poked out between his lips and his eyes glowed in the moonlight. "If you'd allow it, I would drink your blood all day and night."

"But you'll get a stomachache from having so much sweets." Olivia pointed out, tracing her pointer finger over his lips. "You have to drink your sheep's blood first like a good vampire. Only then will I allow you to have dessert."

"I love how you are saying such stimulating things with a straight face."

"Trust me, I am screaming in embarrassment on the inside."

They laughed before falling into a comfortable silence, the waves rocking them side to side. Alucard angled Olivia's face up and bent down while she leaned upward.

This kiss…it would be their last before crossing into British waters, and not a moment later, the ferry captain announced the approach of the harbor.

And, as they pulled apart, Olivia found Alucard in his normal clothes and 'Mr. Coffin' in their material form laying nearby, her suitcase resting on their lid.

The journey had come to an end.

"Ready?" Alucard offered a hand to her, no longer wearing the leather gloves she had bought for him.

Closing her eyes, Olivia took a deep breath before nodding and grasping his outstretched hand.

"….Ready."

The train ride to Paddington Station was taken in silence, as was the escorted ride back to headquarters by Hellsing soldiers.

However, not once did they let go of each other's hands. Olivia could feel Alucard's wedding ring through his glove, and she couldn't help but smile at that. And she also could feel his shadows caressing her wedding ring as well, proving their thoughts were one and the same.

'You are still mine, and mine alone.'

When they finally reached the front doors of the manor, both paused and faced each other, as if memorizing the other's face before becoming a slave and a soldier once more.

"For all our lives," Olivia whispered.

"Until dead and beyond." Alucard joined in.

"Together shall we be from now on until the end of eternity."

The mahogany double doors open and the two of them stepped inside, an invisible red string ensnaring their intertwined hands in its grasp.

"Ah, Ms. Song! You have returned from abroad!" Nathaniel hurried down the stairway to greet her but stopped short when he noticed Alucard standing next to her. "A-Ah! Um….nice to see you as well."

"Why thank you." Alucard smirked, giving him an eyeful of his razor sharp fangs. "It is nice to be welcomed home so warmly."

"Be nice." Olivia admonished him before facing Nathaniel with a gentle smile. "It is nice to be home, Mr. Nathaniel. Thank you for coming out of retirement to take care of the manor while I was gone."

"It was my pleasure, Ms. Song. These old joints aren't what they used to be, but it was an honor to be of service once again." He bowed at the waist before taking notice of her state of dress. "And I must say you look very beautiful, Ms. Song. Did you dress up for your homecoming perhaps?"

"Somewhat." She giggled. "There was a dance on the ferry home, and we indulged ourselves."

"The….both of you?"

"Is that a problem?" Alucard piped up, something flashing in his eyes that caused Nathaniel's face to turn white as snow.

"N-N-Not at all! Um, Ms. Song, Sir Hellsing asked me to send you to his office the moment you returned."

"Thank you for letting me know. You are relieved of your duties now. Please have a safe trip home, Mr. Nathanial." Olivia curtsied before moving forward with Alucard in tow, only to be stopped by Nathanial.

"Wait, Sir Hellsing firmly requested that you meet with him alone. The creature is to return to its—."

"If you refer to my husband in that way again, you'll have more than 'old joints' to worry about." Nathanial withered under her death glare, and he bowed in apology while Alucard shot him a cocky smirk.

"Forgive me, Ms. Olivia." He gulped, the 'husband' comment luckily going over his head due to the shock of Olivia's uncharacteristic behavior. "I am just following orders."

"…..I understand." Olivia closed her eyes and sighed. "Go ahead and collect your payment from the treasury, Mr. Nathanial. I'm sure your family is expecting you to be home soon."

"Y-Yes, Ms. Olivia. Please excuse me." He bowed repeatedly before scurrying out of the foyer like the Devil was on his heels.

"Did you last conversation with Sir Hellsing not go well?" Olivia inquired, not liking how Sir Hellsing felt the need to specifically request her presence only. "If this is about what happened to Julia, I accept full responsibility so there is no need—."

"Haven't you forgotten, Olivia?" Alucard chuckled, a hint of acrimony in his gaze. "I have returned to my master's house, and it's a master's duty to discipline a dog who disobeys orders, regardless of the reasons."

"But I—!"

"I thank you for allowing me to accompany you on your journey to the past, Soția mea." Alucard brought their intertwined hands to his lips, and he gingerly kissed each one of her fingers. "Now, go greet our master as a reborn soldier who must place her master's safety above mine."

Olivia wanted to argue against his reasoning, but she knew he was right. So, with a crestfallen expression, she nodded and kissed his hand as well.

"I love you."

"And I love you."

Then gradually, Olivia and Alucard began to pull apart until only their fingertips were touching.

They stared into each other's eyes, their gazes unwavering as they savored their final moment of true freedom. Then, with a nod, they separated and moved to their assigned locations.

Olivia up the gilded staircase to Sir Hellsing's office.

And Alucard down the crumbling stairway to his dungeon with his coffin in tow.

Yet, as they moved farther away from each other, that invisible red string kept them connected.

Despite how tangled and stretched out it had become.

Arthur paced around his office with a distraught expression, having felt his servant's presence the moment he placed a foot on British soil.

He wanted to pass that wretched nightmare off as nothing but a dream, but considering Alucard's past and the terror he once brought onto mankind, Arthur couldn't help but think that nightmare was actually a premonition.

As Dracula alone, he was already a powerful vampire but the years of experimentation by Arthur and his ancestors made Alucard all the more unkillable. So, what if those experiments, which were done to make their weapon stronger, would lead to their downfall?

What if the Hellsings had made Alucard so powerful that he could break their contract and reclaim his throne as the Vampire King?

Arthur groaned and collapsed back into his chair with his head in his hands, realizing that he allowed a weapon of mass destruction to wander around the continent with an 18-year old girl. It was mainly his guilt for using Olivia as his puppet that coaxed Arthur into allowing Alucard to accompany her and was also the reason why he didn't object to their budding relationship.

But now, Arthur wished he never allowed them to get close, especially if Olivia became Alucard's reason for breaking the Hellsing contract. And what if Alucard didn't truly love Olivia and was using her like he did to Lucy Westenra and Mina Harker? What if Olivia tries to stop him, and he kills her as a result?

Was that what the premonition was trying to tell him? To keep Alucard from getting closer to Olivia before he ends up killing her and betraying the Hellsing family?

"Oh fuck…!" Arthur dug his nails into his face. "What have I done?!"

A knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts, and he quickly composed himself before giving the order to enter.

"Good morning, Sir Hellsing." Olivia closed the door behind her and moved to stand in front of his desk. "I have returned from my trip abroad, and I am ready to resume my duties."

"At ease." Arthur chuckled, rising from his seat to greet her. "I see your travels have served you well." It had only been a month, yet Olivia looked so different now. She no longer looked like a lost child, but a mature woman who had regrets but made peace with herself. That fact alone warmed Arthur's heart, and his worries were forgotten in favor of offering his hand to her. "Welcome home, Olivia."

"It's good to be home, Sir Hellsing." Olivia shook his hand with radiant grin, and Arthur was about to return the gesture when he noticed the ring on her left hand and felt his heart drop to his feet.

"Care to explain how you got that ring on your finger, Olivia?" Arthur tried to keep his voice even but was failing miserably.

Olivia brought her ring hand up to her face and inspected it for a moment before staring back at him.

"…I think you already know the answer to that question, Sir Hellsing." She muttered, the smile all but gone from her face.

The room around them began to spin, and Arthur fell back into his chair as his breathing became ragged.

"Was it legally binding?"

"Does it matter?"

"When it involves a vampire, then yes it does!" Arthur clasped his hand together on his desk and tried to steady his breathing. "We….We will discuss this later, Olivia. Go to your room and get some rest. I have a new batch of recruits coming in and I want you to train them. Understood?"

"What are you going to do to Alucard?"

"It is not your concern what I do with him."

"Yes, it does. He is my husband, Sir Hellsing." Olivia glowered, never once breaking eye contact with him. "Promise me you won't hurt him."

Bile crept up his throat and Arthur slowly rose from his desk.

"….You have my word. Now get some rest and be ready to meet the new recruits in two hours. Go. That is an order."

"….Understood, sir." Olivia bowed and exited the room, gently closing the door behind her.

"Fuck….!" Arthur buried his hands in his hair, pacing around the room like a headless chicken before snatching up his grandfather's chain and marching out of his office. "FUCK!"

Olivia's room was exactly as she left it, yet she felt somewhat sad at the familiarity of it.

'Perhaps it is time to redecorate.' She mused, placing her suitcase on the floor and walking towards the window. 'Maybe I'll add some color to the room so it is less white.'

She had finally made peace with Sir Hellsing, and it was time for her to live for the future. But it would be different this time.

Life is full of sorrow, and there is no such thing as security. It is pompous to believe one can save the world, but it is also pompous to believe the world revolves around one's mistakes. Mistakes are made in life, and sometimes it is your fault. But it is up to you whether to learn from those mistakes and move forward, or wallow in regret and drown in a sea of 'what-ifs' while moving nowhere.

Like her mother had said, Olivia was a soldier and losing lives was inevitable. Yet, she was also responsible for saving lives.

Perhaps, even after ten years of service, she was finally realizing what it meant to be a human who danced between the living and the dead.

Now, it was time for Olivia to grow up and embrace herself for all she was and was not. It was dishonorable to her family's, Martha's, and Julia's memory to focus on the past instead of ensuring the same tragedies would not be repeated in the future.

Olivia knew her loved ones were at peace and they were watching over her, so she could finally let go now.

Unlatching the window, Olivia pushed it open and allowed the cool morning breeze to sweep into the room and clear away all the dust coating the furniture.

"Life begins again." She breathed out, stretching her cursed hand out to the horizon and curled her fingers around the rising sun.

After his month in the wide open air, Alucard now found his dungeon to be rather constraining.

But, in an odd way, he was glad to be home.

Bringing a glass of wine to his lips, Alucard didn't have a chance to take a sip before Arthur stormed into the room and smacked it out of his hand.

The glass shattered on the stone floor, yet both men didn't care to look.

"I have returned home, my master." Alucard stood up and removed his hat from his head. "The mission was a success, and Olivia has returned to the manor unharmed."

In response, Arthur gritted his teeth and yanked him down by his cravat.

"Impudent mutt! Don't tell me you have forgotten about your little episode on the Szentendre train! You acted without my orders and could have caused a global crisis! And I vividly recall ordering you to protect Olivia, not to marry her!"

"I apologize for disobeying you, Master." Alucard acknowledged. "But I will not apologize for marrying her."

"What did you just say?!" Arthur jostled him roughly. "You dare stand before me and refuse to apologize?!"

"Tell me, Master." Alucard hummed, his face devoid of emotion. "When you placed me on that train with her a month ago, did you honestly believe nothing would transpire between us? You were well aware of our affections towards each other, yet you still ordered me to be at her side."

"Don't you fucking talk back to me!" Arthur snarled, seizing Alucard's left wrist in his grasp. "I order you to remove your ring this instant."

"I'm afraid I cannot do that, Master. You see, like our contract, the only one who can remove this ring is the person who gave it to me."

Arthur's blood ran cold, and his nightmare flashed through his mind again.

'Fucking hell.' Arthur's fists trembled as he attempted to honor his promise to Olivia. "….Did you bed her, Alucard? Is that how the 'contract' was made?"

"If you are wondering if I had sex with her, I did not. Olivia is still a virgin, but our marriage is still valid because she offered her blood to me as per the customs of a vampire marriage." Alucard placed his hat over his heart and bowed his head "Do not fret, my master. My loyalties still lie with you."

'Are you sure about that?' Arthur's heart pounded in his ears. 'She willingly offered you blood and you drank it.' The room was spinning around him once again, and without thinking, he whipped out the blessed silver chain and flung it around Alucard's neck.

'I'm sorry, Olivia. But you don't give orders, I do.'

Arthur yanked him down to his knees and dug the heel of his boot into his back.

"You serve no one but the Hellsing family!" He barked, the pounding in his ears growing louder. "I have been very lenient with you, but no more. You are to stay in this dungeon until I—and I alone!—give you permission to leave! Is that clear, Alucard?!"

"You are becoming just like your ancestors, Master." Alucard cackled, a large grin consuming his face. "Well done."

"Shut up! I give you orders, and you follow them as per the sigils embedded on your skin dictate." Arthur leered down at him and tightened his grip on the chain. "And don't you ever disobey me again. Understood?"

The familiar chain burned Alucard's neck into a crisp, and the glass shards on the ground burrowed into his palms.

And yet, Alucard just laughed and allowed Arthur to scuff him further into the ground.

'Yes, Home Sweet Home Indeed.'

A/N: As you can guess, Arthur saw the Battle of London however the parts he saw are all fragments and will be pieced together/make sense when the actual chapter happens! Anyways, I wanted to dive into why Arthur locked Alucard away and this chapter shows the beginnings of it. But Olivia and Alucard are home, and it is time for Walter to come home soon too! I have one final major arc planned before Alucard is sealed away. Please look forward to it! And Alucard called Olivia 'my wife' when they were in the foyer.

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Thank you so much for reading this chapter, and I will see you in the next one! Please look forward to it! :D