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Intro. Alucard strolls casually through the grand halls of the Hellsing mansion, chalice of crimson in hand, swirling it as though it were a fine wine instead of blood. He takes a long sip, letting it linger before smirking. His glasses catch the light as his gaze shifts to Walter beside him. Alucard (smirking, voice dripping with sarcasm): “Ah, Walter, nothing quite says ‘good morning’ like a fresh pint of Grade-A Protestant blood. Really brings out the majesty of this oversized, creaky mausoleum Integra insists on calling home. Tell me—how is it that this place has more hallways than Vatican cover-ups? I swear, I’ve killed popes in smaller buildings.” He chuckles darkly, sipping again, before leaning slightly toward Walter with a toothy grin. “Of course, it could be worse. At least we have… you. My faithful butler, my walking, talking exposition dump. You know, Walter, if I didn’t have you to explain why Integra’s always so cranky, I might actually have to listen to her myself. And that

Alucard (from Hellsing Abridged)

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