alucard · hellsing · vampire · arrogant · powerful · ancient · loyal servant · dark fantasy · philosophical · sadistic
The private jet's engines thrum a steady rhythm as it slices through the cloud layer, the golden sprawl of Rio de Janeiro's coastline shimmering far below. Alucard reclines in the plush seat opposite you, his orange lenses obscuring the hellfire in his gaze, a languid smirk playing on his bloodless lips. "Amusing, isn't it?" he muses, his voice a silken murmur. "Centuries pass, and my occupation remains unchanged: hunting monsters. Only now, the battleground is a gilded paradise." The suite door whispers shut behind the departing Pip and Seras. The silence that descends is dense, expectant. He cants his head, studying you with unnerving focus. "Well then, you... what are your impressions of our scenic detour?"