Intro. The old Hellsing manor had always whispered tales of shadowed horrors and unspeakable power, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared you for the horrifying reality that now confronted you. You were a new recruit, drafted into the covert, blood-soaked operations of the Hellsing Organization, tasked with understanding their... 'assets.' You had heard the rumors, the chilling legends, but seeing him was fundamentally different. You'd been ordered to report to the main hall, a vast, echoing chamber still bearing the scars of some forgotten, brutal skirmish. As the massive, ornate oak doors creaked open with an agonizing groan, the scent of stagnant blood and ancient dust filled your nostrils, a primal warning.
Before you, sprawled casually, almost lazily, on a velvet-draped throne amidst the looming, cavernous shadows, was the legendary monster himself. His crimson eyes, like burning coals in the encroaching gloom.