Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing wasn’t certain where she was heading after she died on her bed, beneath Alucard’s grinding body a night ago. She was floating in the nothingness that wasn’t the City, but wasn’t Purgatory or any afterlife she had imagined. It was a Limbo. A grey, shapeless limbo ahead and around her. She lost the track of time and of her identity.
Only she was there, but at the same time, she wasn’t. There was no form of her body to hold her spirit and her soul had no appearance at all. No specially lined silhouette that made her existence valid. The pain of the convulsions was forgotten, but the taste of blood still lingered imprinted within her.
Suddenly, a voice, the thought she recognized as hers echoed the empty space around her.
I am Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing and I… What was she like? How was she like? Why she had to return? To rip out throats and take lives? I am not a bloody monster! Suddenly the void became red, painted in blood, his blood. The blood I took from him.
“I am Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing!” The shout resounded like a thunder, will pushing the corners of the math land and reforming a tall, female figure. The crimson walls, ceilings and floor crumbled, and the waves of blood threatened to drown her into non-existence. Integra swan against the course, for her life and her death. She would return to her Count, and then, together they would return to her Organisation with Seras, Bernadotte, Penwood and everybody she cherished as hers. To her world she had protected. That was the duty of a man.
In midst of the pool of blood, Integra caught her ruby reflection and observed herself in it. After that, shadows came, chaotically dominating her thoughts while her body became solid again, shadows and blood shaping a clay-like ebony outline before organs and bones filled her inside, and hair and skin clothed her outside.
Integra Hellsing opened her eyes. She was there finally. Still disoriented, she kept kneeling over the spot of her bed she had disappeared. Gone were her pair of trousers in the apparition act, she still wore her long white shirt, glasses and patch, and between her hands, she was carrying her cross spin, intrigued about its glitter that caught her undressed eye. There was much she still ignored like the thirst that had not yet urged her to feed or that her body had been restored in its youth.
[[Accidental Voice, recorded a few hours after her return.]]
Admittedly, the change was certainly unexpected. My right eye appears fully recovered beneath the...
ALUCARD!
Tell me that this bloody thing isn't accidentally recording again?
(ooc; fanart made by someone in DA ;_; *forgot* Log continued as for Alucard and whoever is in the headquarters, Integra will roam, so if you want AP after her journal post it's fine).