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chiefmakube replied to your post “(( Lowkey wanna make Ulysses a thing….))”
/I’d totally be up for it! c:
( I’m thinking perhaps and AU where Alucard didn’t come back and Integra shuffled off her mortal coil so the Vatican bought Lana? )
/ Awww poor Alu and Integra but, yeah I could totally see that working though!
(( Alucard appears 20 years late with starbucks Lana’s brood is now Pure blood vampires and a Dhampir fathered by Makube. XD ))
/ LMAO X’DDD
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chiefmakube replied to your post “(( Lowkey wanna make Ulysses a thing….))”
/I’d totally be up for it! c:
( I’m thinking perhaps and AU where Alucard didn’t come back and Integra shuffled off her mortal coil so the Vatican bought Lana? )
/ Awww poor Alu and Integra but, yeah I could totally see that working though!
A New Beginning
She would be lying to say that his question did not catch her off guard. In over thirty years since the fall of London, since his death, and rarely was her watchful shadow ever spoken about. Despite him being so integrated into the manor, people seemed to hush themselves from speaking of him in her presence, almost as if it were taboo.
“I… I have never been asked something like that before,” she answered him honestly. Her hand reached up to absently run through her head, looking off to the side. “I’m not quite sure how to describe it… for the first few years, he was me, and I was him. Master never explained familiars to me. I didn’t know that I was basically strangling him….”
Her voice trailed off, becoming quieter. “His personality, his freedom of thought… over the years, he began to fade.He may protect the manor this way, but I had to separate him before he became just a mindless entity inside of me.” Her hand rested against the wall, and little tendrils came out twist with her fingers as she smiled softly, her eyes flashing a brighter red. “But despite that, I can always feel him. He is now himself, but he is still mine…”
Glancing back up, an embarrassed look crossed her face as she quickly said, “Oh! Sorry! I didn’t mean to ramble…”
Makube gave a soft smile. She was certainly different for a vampire, just like the reports had said. Despite her fierceness in battle he’d heard about, she seemed to somehow keep hold of something kind and gentle, as if her heart was in the right place.
“I’a see.. so you separated him from you to save what was left of’a him?” He asked, rubbing his chin in thought. “It’s’a fascinating what vampires are’a capable of.. you’a two must have been’a pretty close, right?.. Or’a still are?” The bishop pondered, though he realized perhaps it was a bit intrusive. “Perdonami, you’a don’t have to answer that if you’a don’t want to, Miss’a Victoria..,” He added with an apologetic smile as he chuckled a little.
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Over Worked ♡
Snoring softly, the lead bishop was plain knocked out in the deep slumber he was currently in, curled over his desk while accidentally drooling on his paperwork a bit. Not the very flattering sight. Over-exhausting himself again, Makube’d been wracked with insomnia for the last few nights and was experiencing a catch-up day today. He didn’t remember falling asleep, the natural need just overcame him without warning mid-letter. He certainly wouldn’t want most people to see him like this, but fortunately for him, the one person who entered the room was certainly an exception to that rule.
An insomniac for a priest played to Senior Officer Selkirk’s interests and her own nocturnal nature. A little disappointing to see that he couldn’t keep up the conscious marathon. Circling round his desk she looked him over. Sometimes it was hard not to appear predatory when it was one’s nature now they were maturing as a vampire. It would be easy to toy with him. Frighten him awake or stack all his stationary on top of him? That would be cruel. But it presented the same problem. If she roused him to return to his bed it ran the risk of waking him entirely and break that slumber entirely, leaving him in square one. Leaning over gentle she blew softly over his neck, her ice cold breath a sharp contrast to the italian heat of summer nights. “….Mabs….?”
Makube groaned softly as he felt the cold tickle against the flesh of his neck, but the slumber he was in was so deep that he didn’t awaken right away, despite his usual paranoia levels. After a few moments of seemingly peaceful slumber, though, his instincts suddenly kicked in and he woke up with a start, almost knocking his paperwork over as he fell to the floor with a gasp.
“Oooh..,” He hissed as he held his head, but when he looked up, the sight that greeted him immediately sated his woes. “Lana, it’s’a you..,” He purred with a gentle tone as he smiled. Propping himself against his desk, he rose and dusted himself off. He noticed he had made a mess of all his papers, and even left a puddle of drool on his desk.. how unsightly of himself. Sighing, he said, “I’a guess I must have dosed off again.... No matter, that’s’a not important right now.. How are’a you, my’a love?”
“I'a wish we weren’t out in public…”
“Well then, let’s find somewhere a bit more private…”
Makube gave a sly smile, Maxwell was certainly being direct tonight..
“Of’a course Enrico.. we can go anywhere you like.. let me show you..,” He purred, holding the fellow bishop’s hands to perform the spell.
As long as he held onto him like this, Makube could make the other one sink into a shadow with him, and teleport somewhere more secluded in an instant.
Something Wicked This Way Comes
chiefmakube:
Makube was well aware of the incredible risk and danger that awaited this decision, but he stood behind it, no matter what the outcome may be. A promise was a promise, and he intended to keep it. He would either save Maggie from herself, one way or another, or die trying to.
He’d remembered from the information he’d received from her where their headquarters was in the area. He hoped his hunch was correct that this was the place she was being kept. After all, she had disappeared when they last met. If luck was with him, it would seem reasonable a place to start looking. Why, when he first met her at all it was due to the local disturbances brought on by this organization, another powerful secret society. If she was elsewhere, he’d look again.
It wasn’t long before he reached the Murkoff branch in question, he could see it from the hilltop now. Getting in wouldn’t be a problem, but.. staying alive afterward, that was surely going to be much more tricky.
This would be futile, a mad suicide mission for any normal person, but Makube was not any ordinary human. Catching him was similar to catching a wisp of the wind when he wanted it to be. He specialized in stealth magic of the highest degree. He only hoped it was enough to get him close to Maggie.. this would truly put all his skills to the test.
Phasing into the shadows, the warlock bishop followed the source of Maggie’s energy, emerging into a completely foreign room that must have been somewhere nearby her. There was no going back now. He most definitely saw too much the moment he entered the facility.
She could feel it, but she couldn’t bring herself to move - where she was…it was safe, beyond Murkoff’s ability to regain control, but…she could feel him; or at least she thought she did.
She was too scared to move from her positions, paralyzed in place by the knowledge that if she was right, and it truly was Makube overhead, that he had put himself in danger of exposure to the Walrider’s contagious madness…and that if it wasn’t and this was one more ploy to make her reveal herself, that emerging from her hiding place was as good as signing away her free will permanently…
…but she had to know - she had to be sure.
Only two or three nanites were sent above to look, spreading out to cover more ground but it didn’t take long to confirm her fears…there he was…standing in front of a brutally mutilated corpse, it’s features twisted due prolonged time in the morphogenic engine prior to death.
Against better judgment, she sent the nanomachines into his ear canal, allowing it to travel directly into his brain in an attempt to communicate with him under the corporation’s radar.
‘Y͚̤̲̹̖o̳̼͇͖̭͍̦u ̩̕ś̠̣h̻͝o̸̻͖̘̣u͖̟͓̱l̖̹͈͈͚ͅd͙͔͎n͔̙̻̗͕'͕̹̝͍̟̜͘t̢̬̥͇ ̺̠͜be ͉̞ͅh̹̠̟̠͈̟̀e̙r̴̩͎̝̺̘̭̥e̖̤̲.’
There was worry present, genuine concern in the telepathic voice, and if she had hands to wring in that moment, she would have been twisting them pensively together as she spoke.
‘.ͥ̅ͧ͂̂̊ͩ.ͧͬͤ̚.̽̓̓͆M̄a͊k͌͒̈̈́͆̉ub̾̃ͫ̂̌͒͗e̊͐̽͛,̐̋͗̓ ͭͧͧͧj͂̃̇̍ͨ̐͗u̒ͮ͆š̉̑̋ͭ̽̌t ͩͫͦ͑ͣ̍̌b̽ͭ̉̓̈̐eiͮͥ̋̓̈̌nͨ͂ͫg͐ͫ̚ ͌ͯͧ̉̒ͤ̒h͌̌̑̒e͛ͨ̅̇̿͊r̚ē̆̇͊́.̄̂̋̎ͮͭ.ͬ̍͊̚.͂̇b̋͛̃̈́̌̊͒e͂̒̍̃̒̃ͫi͐̉ͭ̚n͑̒͌g̍ ͌̓͒̑n̎͌̂ͫ͗eͩͧ̔a̅̅ȓ ͭ̑͋͑̚m̽ͦ͒e͛ ̒ńͦ̊ow ̏ͩ͆̀̐c̍̿ō̈̿͒͛ul͛̈́͋ͭ̋ͯ̃dͪ͑͂ ͣ̓̀͊̓̄̋d͆̄řiͣͭ̎̈͗ṽe͛ ͦͬ͛͑y͋̾̿o̊̾ͮũͪͩͨ ͒̑̇̑p̌âs̏̆̆̔̌̈̆t͛͑͑̀̽ ̂́̏̊t̽̔hͩ̓̈̐ͤe ͮ̽͆b͆͂͋ͧ̀ͨ͛rͬ͆̓̚iͧͨ̀ͧ͋ͥ̚nͮ̋k o̓̊ͬf̒̄ ͋͂ͧ̄ͮi̊̀̏̃͐̐n͋̓s̏̔̉̓a͂̅̃n̍͂ͩ̿iͯ̏̂ẗ́̉̓y̔̓̚.̾ͪ.̔̀̏ͫͨͨ.aͥͤͦ͂̊n̈͌̓̓͆͑d̾ ̈ͮ͆tͨ͂͂̅̂̓͊hͨͦͧ̾a͆̋̃̉͋t̓̓ ̾w̃ͥ̚o̽̍͒ͩ͛̃͆û̀l̍ḋ̾ͦ̇ͣ ̓ͥ̓͆̂h̓͐̿̒ỏnͮͧ̊es͆̎ͫͬ̐̓ͫt̄̀͒̇ͫ͑̐lͫ̑̒̽y͒ͭͥ ̅̾̌ͬ̂ͫ͐bͬͦ͂͛͑eͨ̆́͆ͬͨ ̌ͣ̓tͯ̐̊̇he̋̇ b́͋̃̃̑̌̾e̾͂ͮst̍ͤͥ͂̆̽ ̂ͤ́̌̍c͋̈́͑̅ǎ̓ͬͤ͒͆̏sͮ̂̃̍͐͋e̓ ͬ̔ͭsc̔̽͋́ena͋̐r̾ͧ̈́̌̊̿ͩiͬo.̎͂..wh̍̉ͬa̽ͩ̂̍̈́ͤt̅ͤ͛ ̃ŵ̉̽̽̓ḯ̓̔̆lͮ̏̓̎̄ͣ̋l ͦ̒̐̌̾y͗ͩͥ̈o͌̓u̇̇ͮ ̓̎͒̋̄̑d̐ͬo̒̿͛͂ i̾̿̃̎̿f̎̓̄͋̀̚ ͛͗̽̑̔ͭ͐t̋ͤͨ̓͑h̆e̾̃̈͒̈ͣ̓y ̑ͣ̅r̔ͦ̀͑͂ͭȇ̔͊gͭ͗̅̓͒aͮ̈́́̔i̋ͨ̀̔ͩnͤ̊̓ ͧ̑̂co͌ͨ͋̿̇ͥͬn̎tr̿̌̿͑oͨ̓l ̂͐á́n̅̂ͪdͩͭ̅͒͌͑ tͬͫ̃r̓͑y t̍̓͑͒o̾ͣ̈́̑ ͯ̎̒̇̋͆͑m̾͑ͬ̇͛̃ͥake̽ͯ ͬ̊mͫͣͩ͆ͨͪ͛e͗̆͐̆ k̐̍͒i͌͒̈̆ͭ̈́l̔̆ͫ̐̿l ͨͬyou͒̽ͫ?ͮ ‘
She wanted to…she wanted to believe in him, but…she knew what would happen if she showed herself; the same thing all over again - one more person’s mind lost, one more madman wandering mindlessly through the halls of Mount Massive.
If he wasn’t killed for entering the facility without the proper protocol first.
“I̴’̵l̶l̴ ̴n̷e̴v̸e̷r̶ ̷f̴o̷r̷g̴i̷v̷e̴ ̷m̸y̴s̸e̵l̶f̴ ̸i̶f̸ ̵s̸o̸m̶e̷t̷h̵i̵n̴g̷ ̷h̷a̴p̷p̴e̶n̸s̶ ̸t̵o̴ ̴y̷o̴u̴,̵ ̸M̸a̸k̷u̴b̴e̷.̶.̷.̴y̷o̸u̴ ̴h̴a̴d̸ ̴b̴e̷t̴t̶e̴r̴ ̶r̴e̴a̸l̸i̶z̴e̶ ̵t̸h̸a̸t̷.̵”
She ordered the nanites out of the holy man’s brain, knowing even as she began to emerge that she was making a horrible mistake, as the swirling black mist rapidly became denser, solid and finally came together entirely to reveal a lithe figure with extremities and scelera stained so black the surrounding light seemed to drain away in its presence; glowing gold irises in a sea of darkness looked at the priest warily, waiting to see if any changes began to set in.
As the creature appeared before him, Makube couldn’t help but take a step back on instinct. But he knew who it was, he could feel it.. no doubt about it. This was Maggie now..
“It’s’a you..,” He said softly, and his expression became gentler. He sympathized for her greatly, and part of him wanted to reach out and touch her, to make her feel better. Time was allowed to stand still as he watched her silently, and the two were safe for just a moment.
“Maggie.. what would happen if I’a took you away from this place?..,” He asked, approaching her cautiously. Wild and naive a question it may have been, but he couldn’t help but ask it.
First Encounter
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There was NO FOOLING him, Azaraku Makube. He could smell the blood pulsating within your Veins, Could feel the ANGER that he incited from you and O’ how it brought him a great pleasure, a smikr akin to the Devil crosses his pallid features, fingers, white as bone being raised. “Harsh Indeed,, Mister Devil…” Yes, He could sense the power of the Dark Arts coming from him, many a century Had he to learn the ways of the Dark Arts, To Learn to recognize the STENCH that those arts gave off, the way it rotted the SOUL from it’s very CORE. A Hand is raised to ull hi signature shades away from his Scarlet gaze as he tilts his chin upwards, sick and twisted smile upon his lips, eyes wide in amusement.
His lips twist upwards, Sick and Sadistic on his visage. “Yes, crushed like the blind insect that you are, No Mind of your own, following the word of God as if it were transcribed from the Lips of the Divine Himself…” He scoffs slightly, waving a Hand at him. “We shall see, Vatican Dog, we shalls ee if you don’t go mad with your own power as well, declare yourself a God among the worms of this earth…..” He then circles around him, coming to stand in front of him. Should that Time Come? Should that Day come to Pass that Makube repeats the transgressions of his predecessors, Alucard would savor the opportunity to wipe the Iscariot Organization from the face of the Earth itself! A Low chuckle escaping his lips as he replaces his glasses, his demeanor more relaxed momentarily.
“What else is there to think about when your existence is to be a weapon? a sword to cut off the Hydra’s many heads? To leaving nothing Destruction and death in my wake?” He turns around, back facing him for a moment. “Yes, all I think about is battle, the screams of my enemies as I tear them asunder, the sound of blood feeding the earth as it spills from within….” He then tilts his head, smile playing upon his lips.
“And Just maybe….the Opportunity to Finally Die.”
Makube gave an amused smile. He was impressed, though certainly not surprised, that Alucard could tell how he was feeling even when he tried so hard to pretend.. and how easily he discerned his secret abilities regarding the dark arts.
“No pulling the’a wool over your eyes, is there Nosferatu?..,” He asked with a small smile, closing his eyes as he shook his head.
“Power.. I’a believe that’s just an illusion, is it not?.. No.. I’a don’t have any. For you’a see, without my’a soldiers of God, I am nothing.. like’a’wise, I’a wonder what you are now that you’a lost your legion, Alucard?.. How strong are’a you now?..,” He pondered as he stroked his chin in thought with a smirk. “A’well.. Strong enough, right?~..” He could only imagine that despite it all, the vampire was very strong.. for an unbreakable spirit is what truly makes people strong. That was probably what made Alucard so unstoppable in the first place.. yes. He could tell from that fearless look in his eyes that if given the opportunity, Alucard would gain a legion just as strong again within him, before too long.. quite a frightening creature indeed.
“You’a want to know how I learned that?.. I’a simply asked.. and one of the’a nice new members of your’a organization trusted enough to tell me. Now, about that.. I’a don’t want you to get the wrong idea, Alucard, so I’ll just say it.. My’a organization doesn’t wish to fight with you anymore.. I’ve’a mended our ways. It’s petty.. and pointless. A waste of all our'a times and efforts.. when we work for such a similar cause.” He explained with one hand out for emphasis. His sly smile never left his lips as he drifted from one subject to the next with the legendary creature of the night before him.
“So.. I’a don’t know if you’re willing to forgive us so easily, but..you should know that we forgive you.. and furthermore.. we’a want to be.. ‘friends’, if you’a will..,” He added with a small chuckle. “I’a hope one day you find the peace you are’a searching for, by the’a way, Alucard.”
Funky At Heart
for @chiefmakube Priests aren’t meant to love or be loved. They aren’t meant to have lovers and they aren’t really meant to find happiness in a lover either. Especially vampires. But that doesn’t stop a star crossed vampire and Iscariot from being together. Under the cover of dark and the crowds of Rome’s nightlife Makube can be found casually walking to the train station, open a locker and take a holdall bag from out of it. A girl stands and waits by the locker, snowy hair hidden under a black beret. Scarf around her chin. Grinning as she watches the Holy Father walk to the showers at the station. When he comes back out he is but a remarkably handsome man with a facial scar; in black tight jeans, black T shirt and a long wool coat. The vampiress bares her fangs as she grins, throwing a red scarf round his neck that matches her own. No sooner is the bag, now filled with the discard cassock and slacks, is stuffed back into the locker his hand is grabbed, as he is pulled by the hand and running along side his much younger looking girlfriend. They both laugh together. Headed for the ice rink where they sit and nuzzle up together with hot drinks in hand between sessions of slipping and skidding on the ice. Wobbly on blades needed sharpening.
// AWWW! OMG I love it! How cute! <33333
((Miss-niki-draculesti)) 'Bubble Bath' (putting my poor bab in an awkward sutiation XD lol)
Makube was in the middle of a long, relaxing bubble bath after a stressful day of paperwork and missions. So much so that he forgot all about that rescheduled meeting with the Hellsings today. That, and his forgetfulness also left one fatal flaw to his relaxation plans - he left his office door unlocked, which, like a master bedroom suite, the bathroom was attached to. The other Iscariots knew to knock first just in case something like this would happen, but how could a Hellsing member possibly know such a potential danger awaited their eyes?
Makube hummed to himself while rubbing bubbles on his nude but thankfully obscured holy body, washing the shampoo out of his hair when he realized someone walk in.
“D-DIO MIO.. Who’a is it?!” Makube asked, nearly bringing down his whole hygienic ensemble as he tore down the shower curtain to cover himself up better.
“N-Niktavia, is’ that’a you?!…,” He asked, then like a ton of bricks the lost knowledge hit him square in the face….. “…….Oooooooh………,” He mused looking bewildered, suddenly remembering the meeting.“That was today’a wasn’t it..” He had a sheepish smirk on his face, positively mortified by his mistake.
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“Ah-…if you say so…” she replied, trying her best not to stare. She waited patiently as he went to get dressed, then started walking with him to the meeting room.
“Oh, it’s okay. Everyone forgets things sometimes.” The draculina replied. “I remember once I nearly forgot that I was supposed to go to school, and I was almost very late. Integra was really mad.” She chuckled a little. It was clear she was trying to lighten the mood. And perhaps forget her embarassing mistake..
Makube chuckled at her tale. He too was looking to forget the mortifying mistake he’d just made as well.
“Ahh hahah, yes, good’a times…. I’a used to be a teacher my’a’self.. and’a sometimes I was late to my’a own class, believe it or’a not.. very embarrassing..,” He admitted, laughing along with Niki on the subject.
“You were a teacher, Father?” she asked curiously. “I had no idea. What did you teach? Perhaps…Vampire Slaying 101?” the young woman joked
“Not’a quite, not quite.. though, looking’a back, perhaps I’a would have been better at teaching’a that instead..,” He admitted with a soft laugh. “I’a used to teach a theology class, when I’a was not sent out on missions for Iscariot.. let’a me tell you, it was hard to keep that kinda thing a secret - the way we had to kill vampires and heathens off the’a clock.. at least for me..,” He explained.
“Ooh I see..” she nodded, “Theology huh? That sounds pretty neat.” Her mind wandered a little as she tried to imagine what he was like as a teacher.
“Yea, keeping secrets can be hard. There were quite a few times when I wanted to brag about how cool Integra was to my friends when I was young. Buuut that would have breached national security..”
Makube chuckled at the thought, giving a thoughtful smirk as he stroked his chin. "Oh, I'll bet.. it's'a understandable, Sir Integra is quite an amazing'a person, after all..," He agreed, "It's'a kinda cute, imagining you'a younger.. Were you a good student, or were you like a troublemaker?" The holy warlock questioned with a sly smile.
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