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Who: bloody_count // salkia_island // hellsing_heir
What: Following Master's Orders
Where: Outside Salkia Town
When: After dark, the night after these orders were given
Warnings: Evil and Violence
The night had come. And so it was time.
The vampire, the true Nosferatu, the one known as Alucard, stood on a dark knoll some distance from Salkia Town, gazing up at the rising moon. The slight breeze blew his long vermillion coat around his thin frame, and sanguine eyes flamed beneath long black hair.
Yes. It was Time.
He’d been given his orders and so he would obey.
Though his Master was a mere child, she was a Hellsing still, and her blood bound him here as assuredly as it did back in the London from which he’d come, through fire and war and ash, to which he longed to return. But she had ordered. And her hound would obey. For it was time.
The vampire lifted his hands, the seals etched into the white leather adorning his fingers beginning to glow with an unholy crimson light as he started to speak in his hollow booming baritone.
“Situation B. Releasing Control Art Restriction Systems to Level Two. Recognizing approval of Situation. Ability restrictions lifted for limited use until the enemy has been rendered silent."
A ghostly howl began, growing in volume into the very hillside ring with the reverberation. Darkness spread, emanating not from the night sky but from the vampire, swelling into immensity until the moon’s light was obscured by that thick blackness. The barrier. That was his target, the enemy he needed destroyed. And it was within his sights.
That eerie belling continued, but this time accentuated by Alucard’s deep raucous laughter and the darkness suddenly parted, revealing two massive handguns. One silver and one black, they were the vampire’s manmade weapons and carried power enough to mow through herds of freaks and undead. Their carnage was terrible, their retribution divine.
His master had ordered, and so he would obey.
Alucard pulled the triggers, emptying both clips at the shimmering wall of power.
What: Following Master's Orders
Where: Outside Salkia Town
When: After dark, the night after these orders were given
Warnings: Evil and Violence
The night had come. And so it was time.
The vampire, the true Nosferatu, the one known as Alucard, stood on a dark knoll some distance from Salkia Town, gazing up at the rising moon. The slight breeze blew his long vermillion coat around his thin frame, and sanguine eyes flamed beneath long black hair.
Yes. It was Time.
He’d been given his orders and so he would obey.
Though his Master was a mere child, she was a Hellsing still, and her blood bound him here as assuredly as it did back in the London from which he’d come, through fire and war and ash, to which he longed to return. But she had ordered. And her hound would obey. For it was time.
The vampire lifted his hands, the seals etched into the white leather adorning his fingers beginning to glow with an unholy crimson light as he started to speak in his hollow booming baritone.
“Situation B. Releasing Control Art Restriction Systems to Level Two. Recognizing approval of Situation. Ability restrictions lifted for limited use until the enemy has been rendered silent."
A ghostly howl began, growing in volume into the very hillside ring with the reverberation. Darkness spread, emanating not from the night sky but from the vampire, swelling into immensity until the moon’s light was obscured by that thick blackness. The barrier. That was his target, the enemy he needed destroyed. And it was within his sights.
That eerie belling continued, but this time accentuated by Alucard’s deep raucous laughter and the darkness suddenly parted, revealing two massive handguns. One silver and one black, they were the vampire’s manmade weapons and carried power enough to mow through herds of freaks and undead. Their carnage was terrible, their retribution divine.
His master had ordered, and so he would obey.
Alucard pulled the triggers, emptying both clips at the shimmering wall of power.