unrelated to this but if y’all wanna specify sfw/nsfw please let me know! this one is definitely closer to nsfw so if that isn’t what you meant please let me know and I will make you another! it’s also long as H E C C so buckle in!
“Look, I don’t know what your issue is, but if I hadn’t swung you’d be–”
Vergil slid the van door shut between you, flashing you the most sardonic grin through the glass when you protested.
“You can’t just lock me out here!” you yelled, but he already had his back to the door.
“Oh he can. And he will. Probably best to just give him a minute anyway,” Dante grumbled. “You’d think an ass-kicking in the Underworld would cure him of whatever dickhead-itis disease he has.”
“I didn’t know him before but if this is an improvement, I can’t imagine how he was before.”
Dante shrugged. “Hey. You’re technically both new. Let the shine wear off and maybe he’ll warm up to you.”
A deity has a certain realm that it lords over called a divine portfolio. A portfolio contains one or more species, places, things, or ideas that explain what the deity is all about. For instance, the Greek god Poseidon’s divine portfolio would include the seas, storms, waterborne travel, and horses.
Minor deities will only have one item in their portfolio, but major ones could have many. Further, a major deity that wished to delegate its power, perhaps to one of its children, could bestow one of the items in its portfolio onto another deity. Perhaps one deity goes to war with another in an attempt to seize an aspect of another deity’s portfolio for themselves.
New deities could even be created by filling a new role if a divine idea is not currently in any other deity’s portfolio.
Generally, the more power a deity has, the more broad the aspects in their portfolio will be. Likewise, lesser deities will have more specific aspects in their portfolio. For instance, a god of nature will be more powerful than a god of trees.
When creating your own pantheon of gods, try to divide up aspects into deities’ divine portfolios bearing all of this in mind.
Holy Symbol
A deity should have some sort of holy symbol that clerics can use for a spellcasting focus, but a symbol is more than that. A symbol lets mortals rally beneath it and recognize the deity’s followers. It a deity’s free advertisement to their people.
The symbol of a deity should reflect their portfolio in some way, as well as their alignment. It should be something unique that is easy to recognize, but also easy to replicate.
Favored Weapon
Many deities have some sort of weapon that they use and favor more than others. The deity will almost always use this weapon when manifested as an avatar. Wielding the same weapon as one’s deity shows an extra step of devotion to them, even if you aren’t a cleric to that god.
Random Portfolios
When creating your own deities, roll on the Random Portfolio Aspects table multiple times to find a random divine aspect to populate their portfolio. Some aspects defer you to another table to find a more specific aspect.
You can also use these tables as a jumping-off point to create your own portfolios and aspects, as there is no way to have a complete and exhaustive list.
Pantheons
Pantheons are groups of deities. Your setting could have one or several pantheons. Perhaps you include pantheons from a variety of settings and incorporate them all in one place. Maybe different kingdoms or countries worship different pantheons, or just group the same deities in different ways. Our own world has many religions, each with their own god or sets of gods, so why can’t your setting?
While it is possible to have a monotheistic setting where only one deity exists, polytheism tends to be more interesting and supportive. Multiple deities allow for players to choose who their character believes in. If they are a divine caster, they can choose where their powers come from. This choice affects a player’s character and creates additional roleplaying opportunities as they confer with folks of the same or different religion.
Types of Pantheons
Some settings may have multiple pantheons. Here are some pantheons that can easily exist in the same setting.
Racial Pantheon. A race or species could have a whole group of gods to worship that are unique to them. For instance, the elves of your setting may worship their own set of deities. People might commonly refer to the “elf gods” or “dwarf gods” in such a circumstance.
Aspect Pantheon. A broad aspect or domain normally placed in divine portfolios may have its own pantheon. For instance, your setting may have a pantheon of death gods who take on aspects like death, undeath, afterlife, martyrdom, murder, plague, famine, and drought. All the minor aspects should be related to one greater aspect.
Regional Pantheon. In your setting, a certain region like a kingdom, country, or continent may worship different deities and have an entirely different pantheon that hold sway in their lands. Each region could have a pantheon all their own.
Religious Pantheon. Many religions exist in our own world, some of which have their own pantheons of deities. Different pantheons could have arisen in your setting from religions that developed separately. This works especially well if your deities are created through mortal belief.
Creating Pantheons
Myths. Deities in a pantheon often take on different responsibilities in running the universe, or at least take part in its history or its creation. Try to come up with myth surrounding each deity that explain why that deity exists. A deity should have some significance or importance within any pantheon you create, and your pantheon should cover a broad spectrum of created things.
Deific Relations. Deities should have complex relationships with one another to create a robust pantheon. Pick one or more from the Divine Relationships table when deciding how two deities relate, or roll randomly. Trying to justify how conflicting or unusual relationships occurred can create unique and interesting ideas. Is one deity’s son also their lover? Don’t be afraid to tread in the realm of mythological fantasy or dream-logic here.
Remember, existing myths are likely far stranger than anything you can come up with. A Norse cow licked a god out of primordial ice. In Greece, Athena was born of Zeus’s cracked skull after he tried to eat her. The Egyptian ferry to the afterlife has a mast that is the phallus of a fertility baboon-god. So you can get pretty unusual with your myths.
Pantheon Metagame. When designing a pantheon, you should also consider satisfying different elements that exist in the game. Each player could very well worship a different deity that supports their worldview in some way.
A good start is creating gods with various alignments, not just good and evil. With nine possible alignments, you can create some interesting deities. If you are making an entirely random deity, you can roll from the Deity Alignment table to determine the deity’s alignment.
Another game-related thing to consider is creating deities that will cater to existing character archetypes, such as mages, naturalists, outcasts, spiritualists, and warriors. Many pantheons have deities that would be worshiped by different classes. Try to provide deities that are tempting for each archetype to believe in, or ensure that some of your deities are more universal so many different classes would be interested in them. If you are creating a random deity, you can roll from the Archetype Patron table.
To my avid readers, I apologize for the lack of updates and posts as of late. My creativity has taken a slump due to my raging depression and anxiety, and I'm about to deal with something that makes me very uncomfortable and nervous because it takes me way outside my comfort zone.
I have not forgotten these fics and I do plan to finish them. They are sitting in my folders, patiently waiting for me to return. I have spurts of inspiration and a drive to create, but those have been few and far in between lately.
I hope, once the dust settles with this most recent development and my depression and anxiety is under control, I can find happiness again in writing and creating art.
Art has always been my deepest love and passion, so to struggle with my creativity is a horrible feeling. As a result, I have not been pushing myself to do the best I can to get my name out into the art world and start making art solely as a career choice.
Writing has always been a hobby for me, one I still love to this day. But finding the inspiration to write has been very difficult, and I hope you understand. Be patient with me, I am trying my hardest to fight this slump. Some days are just harder than others.
Alright, so it's been a while since I've said I was going to have this up. As before, this is Wendigo Alastor from The Taste Of Blood on Ao3, by Katsnap. Sorry for the delay, it's been getting really difficult and there's just been a lot of stuff getting thrown at me and blindsiding me. I'll have the next part lined and uploaded soon. I hope you enjoy!
I drew the head for Alastor's wendigo form for the fanfic The Taste Of Blood. It's written by the lovely author, Katsnap, and can be found on AO3. I absolutely loved the idea of Alastor having a wendigo form, so I had to draw it. I hope you guys enjoy! I'll probably make a full body of it later, with ink and color.
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(Y/n) had to admit, within the first two years of working for the Hellsing family, she had accomplished more than her parents ever thought she could—
She had a very well-paying job that she was good at and rather enjoyed. She had started writing in her free time, had money to spend on nice things and she was one of the boss’s favorite workers, tied easily with Samantha. Sam had risen in the ranks of a security guard, quickly reaching position of personal bodyguard for Integra Hellsing.
(Y/n) had also proven to be quite able with knives, only ever using a gun as back up. She had a nice set of silver throwing blades, plus the original silver dagger Walter had given her. One wouldn’t know she was armed just by looking at her, but she kept her knives on her at all times.
To say Walter was quite proud would be an understatement, and (Y/n) thrived for his approval. A soft spot had grown immensely in her heart for the Hellsing butler and she knew it was far more than admiration or respect, though it did include those feelings. Truth was, (Y/n) loved the older man.
The only ones to know even a hint of what she felt was Sam (by default for being her best friend) and Alucard (because he was a vampire and somehow knew every fucking thing that went on in the damned manor). (Y/n) knew that she’d never tell him, and as such he would never, ever know. She was fine with that, content to just be the Butler’s attendant.
Now Alucard, the ever saucy vampire that he was, confided in (Y/n) one night, having visited her in her room while she was readying for bed. Sam had somehow wiggled and punched her way into his undead heart. However, therein lied the catch. He was a vampire, never aging and undying. Sam was a human, her heart still beating and warm-blooded.
Alucard threatened her that if she ever breathed a word of this to anyone, he’d be sure to slip into her room to drink her blood every full moon.
They worked there for four years, killing many vampires and ghouls during their short careers, Alucard occasionally dragging Sam along on one of his hunts for entertainment purposes. Sam just thought it was because he liked to bug her while she was killing ghouls. Alucard had acquired a fledgling quite recently, a former police girl named Seras Victoria, who struggled with coming to terms with being a vampire. She was a nice enough lass, keeping mostly to herself.
(Y/n) sighed a little as she looked in mirror at herself, her long hair having started to become a bit of a problem. It was heavy and thick, and even when in a braid it got in the way if she had to fight. She was debating cutting it off, but she knew that Walter was rather fond of her long hair. So she sighed and braided it, wrapping it around her head in a crown like fashion and pinning it into place. Then she finished getting dressed, pulling on her black vest after she strapped her knives to her body.
A knock on the door didn’t even make her twitch, she simply called out for whomever it was to enter. She smiled when she saw it was Sam stepping into her room, but the look on the bodyguard’s face made her pause.
“I know that look. What happened?” she asked. Sam scowled as she sat down heavily on the bed, dressed in the guard’s uniform, her bullet-proof vest unzipped.
“Gerald happened.”
“…oh dear, what did he do this time?” (Y/n) frowned, absently tightening the knot on her tie to nestle it against her throat, before smoothing it into her vest.
“What hasn’t he done? He’s pissing me off. Keeps making comments about you and Walter and Alucard. I’m getting sick of it,” Sam growled, clenching her fists. A bad sign.
“Sam, don’t. I know you want to, but don’t. Nothing good will come out of you punching Gerald,” (Y/n) warned, watching her in the mirror.
“Sure there is. The satisfaction of removing that smug expression from his face,” she muttered. (Y/n) thumped her lightly on the head as she passed by the bed to the vanity.
“You’ll get yourself in trouble is what you’ll do,” she said.
“I wish Integra would replace his ass…” Sam muttered.
“That’s Sir Integra to us, Sam. Let’s be proper,” (Y/n) muttered as she slipped studs into her ears. About a year ago, she had decided to get a couple more ear piercings. She sadly had to stick with studs because of what her job entitled, but she still managed. Sam had more piercings than she did, and she still wasn’t sure how they weren’t ripped out when the woman was throwing people down onto the matt, but that was one of the mysteries of Sam she supposed.
“Yeah, yeah,” Sam sighed and rolled her shoulders, loosening her tense muscles. “He’s lucky Alucard hasn’t decided to do something about it. I doubt Fang-Face could care less about getting in trouble for it.”
(Y/n) chuckled a little bit at that. Sad, but true. Alucard really couldn’t care less if he managed to piss of Integra or not—after all, he was a five hundred year old vampire. He normally didn’t do anything to warrant Integra’s wrath, but it was just the fact that he could.
“Careful, Alucard might hear that you’re talking about him,” (Y/n) teased.
“I shudder to think about what he’d say if he heard,” Sam drawled. (Y/n) chuckled again and after checking herself in the mirror, she turned to Sam.
“So aside from you coming in here to bitch about Gerald, what else do you need?” she asked.
“Oh, right. Walter’s requesting that you meet him in the entrance hall once you’re dressed,” Sam said, straightening up. (Y/n) blinked.
“In the entrance hall? Are we going somewhere?”
“No clue. That’s all he told me. Now I’ve gotta get back to the training hall—we’ve got a group of newbies coming in,” Sam sighed, pushing to her feet.
“Don’t have too much fun throwing Gerald around,” (Y/n) smirked. Sam sent her a wicked smile before leaving. (Y/n) shook her head and shut her bedroom door behind her, turning to head in the opposite direction.
Walter stood, waiting patiently, in the entrance hall with a file in his hands. He smiled at her when she approached, turning to face her.
“Morning, Miss (Y/n).”
“Good morning, Walter,” she smiled back brightly.
“I’ve got an interesting job for you today, (Y/n),” he stated, opening the file in his hands.
“Oh dear, when you say it like that, I get chills down my spine,” (Y/n) sighed.
“I’ll be sure to remember that. Now then,” he held the file out to her. “Alucard found a most interesting piece of technology on a vampire he recently killed.”
(Y/n) took the file and looked at the photographs. “Looks like a microchip transmitter. What was it doing in a vampire, though?”
“That’s part of the job I’m giving you,” he stated. “Master Hellsing is asking you to do some backtracking with this. You’re allowed to take Samantha with you, if you so please.”
“Oh, well, that’s probably a wise thing to do at the moment,” (Y/n) hummed absently.
“Why’s that?”
“Sam’s about ready to knock Gerald on his ass, pardon my French,” she sighed.
“Oh dear…” Walter sighed. “I suppose I should go with you to retrieve her, then, before she mutinies.”
“Might be wise, yeah.”
She tucked the file under her arm and they made their way to the training room. Already, they could hear a commotion going on inside and (Y/n) hoped it was just Sam tossing around the newbies.
Sam’s first encounter with Alucard had been highly amusing…depending on who was experiencing the situation. He had popped out of a wall, right in front of Sam and she had reacted out of instinct—she swung and struck the surprised vampire in the jaw, knocking him on his ass.
(Y/n), who had witnessed it, couldn’t do anything for laughing as Sam proceeded to freak the fuck out and shouted for her to start explaining this entire business with people popping out of walls and shit. Walter had been in the vicinity at the time and had come to investigate the noise, finding his attendant bent double with tears of mirth sliding down her cheeks and a highly amused vampire sitting on his ass, the new security guard shouting for (Y/n) to start talking.
Once Sam had calmed and (Y/n)’s laughter died away to slightly hysterical giggles, Walter proceeded to explain the ways of life in the manor to Sam. Once it was clarified, she took it all very well and even apologized to Alucard for punching him. He had found this even more amusing and ever since then, had practically been going out of his way to tease Sam.
It wasn’t uncommon to hear the two bickering back and forth, throwing insults at each other as she stood outside Sir Integra’s office, or when on her days off while she was keeping (Y/n) company in her room. (Y/n) was highly entertained by all this, and got along quite well with the vampire. Really, she saw Alucard as a good friend, having encountered him quite a bit while Sam was training and even more so after she had killed her first vampire.
Alucard had taken a shine to the girl and had, in a way, taken her underneath his wing. He was even showing her how to handle blades, which (Y/n) now carried with her now, along with her handgun. Her favorite was the blessed silver dagger that had been gifted to her from Walter after Alucard stated she needed a proper vampire knife. It was a simple design, but it fit perfectly in her hand, the seven-inch silver-laced blade gleaming white in the light. She kept it on her at all times, hooked onto her belt.
Sam had turned out to be a gifted security guard, nicknamed ‘The Tank’ by the other trainees because she could take a lot more beatings than the others. She was the strongest guard there, able to throw her instructor, a 250 lb man of solid muscle, across a room with little difficulty. She particularly liked martial arts, so she stood undefeated in hand-to-hand combat.
(Y/n) watched in obvious amusement as Sam threw her instructor across the room again. She, Walter and Sir Integra were overseeing their training that day and so far, Sam was winning the little competition. Walter was stifling a chuckle with his hand as Gerald, the instructor, stumbled to his feet.
“You think that’s funny, old man? Why don’t you have your girl go against her?” Gerald sneered in clear disdain.
“I’m afraid my attendant isn’t nearly as gifted in hand-to-hand as Miss Samantha is,” Walter smiled cheekily. (Y/n) made no protest; it was sadly true. Gerald scoffed and dusted himself off.
“So you train them in guns and cleaning the manor, but not hand-to-hand combat? Honestly, Walter. You call yourself a butler to the Hellsing family?”
(Y/n) glanced at Walter with a wary eye. The Butler’s smile had gone rather cold.
“…Gerald, how about a friendly wager?” Walter offered, keeping his voice cheerful, even though there was a hint of malice within it. “If I can put you on your back, you’ll stop questioning my viability to work as Sir Integra’s butler.”
“Oh? And if you can’t do it, say within…thirty seconds?” Gerald grinned maliciously.
“Then I will offer a full apology on my behalf and admit that I’m nothing more than a senile old fool,” Walter smiled.
“Ha! You got a deal, old man.”
(Y/n) shook her head as Sam moved to stand beside her.
“He’s got no clue what he’s getting into, does he?” Sam muttered to her friend. (Y/n) chuckled.
“Not one,” she grinned a little as Walter went to stand on the matt, rolling up his sleeves.
“Oh, this is gonna be good. Shame Fang-Face isn’t here to watch,” Sam snickered.
“You called, my sweet prințesă?” a dark voice purred behind them. Neither girl twitched as he stepped out of the wall between them.
“Do you just have supersonic hearing, or are you so full of yourself that you’re tuned in with your name?” Sam drawled.
“I’m just in tune with you, my dear prințesă,” he chuckled darkly, leaning against the wall beside them. Sam rolled her eyes as she turned her attention back to the competition, not feeling like getting into another banter with the vampire. Gerald rolled his shoulders and bounced a little on his heels, looking very much like a lion ready to pounce.
“Thirty seconds, Butler.”
“Ready to begin when you are,” Walter smiled rather sardonically at the head of security, who recognized it for what it was and shifted into an attack position, a vein throbbing in his temple. (Y/n) bit her lip to keep from giggling.
It was really all over in less than two seconds.
Gerald lunged to tackle the butler, and in a smooth movement, Walter dodged, grabbed the guard and used his momentum to flip him onto his back, hard upon the matt. Walter dusted off his hands rather matter-of-factly and rolled down his sleeves as he stepped off the matt. (Y/n) was stifling laughter, her eyes catching his and he sent her a roguish smirk before standing beside Sir Integra again.
Gerald climbed to his feet, red-faced in embarrassment and fury.
“Ten years, Gerald, and it’s still the same old trick in the book that gets you,” Integra sighed, shaking her head with a leering smile. “Honestly, anyone can do that if you keep going at them the same way like that.”
“Oh? Is that so? Then let’s have the little butler’s attendant do it!” Gerald snarled. Integra paused and glanced at (Y/n), whose smile had disappeared into an uneasy expression. She glanced back a little nervously at her master. While she wasn’t a small girl by any means, Gerald still easily dwarfed her in both size and muscle mass. He could hurt her without much difficulty.
“…well, kitty cat, why don’t you show him what for?” Alucard purred, leaning down to murmur in her ear. “Kick his ankles, then lift your knee. Pull him over your knee and let momentum take over the rest. Got it?”
“….why are you doing this to me?” she muttered with a grimace.
“Because it’s just so amusing. Don’t panic and you’ll do fine,” Alucard grinned at her.
“Well, go on (Y/n),” Integra hummed, motioning towards the matt. (Y/n) bit back a groan and sent a desperate glance towards Walter, who looked a quite hesitant. He understood her reluctance to go through with this, but he gave a reassuring nod. She sighed in defeat and rolled back her sleeves, moving onto the matt with the larger man. Gerald had death in his eyes and he planned on getting back at Walter, one way or another, directly or indirectly.
She waited for him to lunge, and at first it seemed like she had done it without much difficulty. Yet, as he pitched forward from her foot catching his ankle, he wrapped his arm around her neck and proceeded to body slam her into the ground, knocking the breath from her and with enough force to fling her glasses off her face. She felt something pop in her shoulder before a sharp, blinding pain made her shriek shrilly.
“Gerald!” Integra snarled the instructor’s name; she was furious. “That was completely uncalled for!”
(Y/n) gasped for the air lost to her lungs as she rolled onto her back, eyes watering and clutching her shoulder tightly. It felt wrong and misshapen, and she found she couldn’t move her arm.
“(Y/n)!” Walter crouched beside her, carefully helping her sit up as she groaned in pain. The look on his face was a mixture of worry and infuriation. “Good Lord, Gerald, she’s not one of your trainees for you to bash around, she’s my attendant! I never trained her for this!”
“Then perhaps you should change how you train your people, Butler. She wouldn’t last ten seconds in a real battle!” Gerald hissed in clear elation, grinning malevolently.
“(Y/n), are you alright? You’ve gone gray!” Sam exclaimed, kneeling in front of the attendant, alarm on her face.
“My shoulder….” She gasped. Walter gently pressed against it with his fingertips and that made spots appear in front of her eyes.
“It’s definitely dislocated,” he affirmed. “Alright, Samantha, I need you to hold her still. Hold her other arm, please. I don’t need her punching me.”
“Wait, Walter, what are you about to do?” (Y/n) asked nervously, looking at the Butler with wide eyes.
“I’m about to move it back into place, and I’m not going to lie, it’s will hurt quite a bit,” he said, moving to her dislocated arm and gripping it firmly. Just moving it that little bit had her gasp in pain. Sam moved to hold her still, her knee holding her thighs down and her body keeping (Y/n)’s other arm pinned to her side.
“On three?” Sam suggested.
“No, just do it,” (Y/n) panted, clenching her eyes shut and gritting her teeth.
“Very well then,” Walter said, and he yanked hard. She felt more than heard the pop as it slid back into place and she shrieked in pain again, jolting a little. “Just breathe, (Y/n), the pain will fade.”
She gave a high-pitched moan, leaning against Sam as her vision swam for a minute. But the pain finally subsided to a dull throb and she could move her arm again, albeit with some agony. Walter felt around her shoulder for any torn muscles or ligaments while it went into a strangely throbbing numbness.
“….seems you’ll be alright. We’ll put that arm in a sling for a few days and you should be right as rain,” he hummed, and he helped Sam stand (Y/n) up onto her feet. As they guided the girl out of the training room, he gave Gerald a dark glower that gave as good a warning as he could say without verbally telling it;
After being captured with several other women, Kat is given to the Captain of a group called Millennium
Kat frowned as she looked at the date on the calendar. No…no, that can’t be right. She rubbed the back of her neck worriedly, flipping back to the previous month and counting weeks again. If this was right….if this was right, her monthly was a week late. While this was certainly not unheard of for her, she hadn’t skipped or had a late start to her periods in a few years.
This was a little concerning. She dropped the calendar and rubbed her hands nervously. Oh God, oh God, she couldn’t be. She just….couldn’t be. No…no, she was just overthinking it. It was just a weird month, was all.
…..she’d ask Hans when he returned from his meeting.
The next hour and half she spent pacing, unable to sit still. Reading to distract wasn’t working, and she wasn’t sleepy. When the door opened, she was right there to greet Hans. He was a little surprised to see her right there and immediately furrowed his brows when he noticed she wasn’t quite herself.
‘Whatever is the matter?’ He pushed the question into her mind.
Kat chewed her lip for a minute, then took a breath. “Hans, I…I need you to check something for me.”
‘What is it?’
“I…well, I’m….Jesus, why is this so hard to get out?” she muttered, scraping her hands over her face in frustration and anticipation. Hans stepped inside and shut the door behind him, flicking the lock out of habit more than necessity now. He took a moment to glance around, noting the calendar tossed haphazardly on the desk, and the untouched book by the bed. She’s been like this a while.
‘Just take a breath and try.’
Kat sucked in a deep breath, held it for a minute, then released. She looked up at him again. “….I’m a week late for my cycle.”
Hans stared at her blankly for a minute, before he understood what she meant. After all, he was not quite familiar with human female biology. ‘Late? Your monthly bleeding hasn’t arrived yet?’ He asked. Come to think of it, he hadn’t smelled that odd scent that happened whenever she was about to start. Kat nodded slowly, stepping back to allow him to shrug off his heavy duster jacket and kick off his boots.
“I haven’t been late in years, and I thought—well, I mean, it wouldn’t be unheard of—” she rambled a little, twisting her fingers in anxiety. She jumped when Hans suddenly knelt down in front of her and grasped her hips, pulling her to him. “H-Hans?”
‘Shh. I need to concentrate.’
Kat watched as he lifted her shirt and pressed his face to her lower stomach, having a sense of de-ja-vue. This position reminded her of her very first night with him. He had done something similar, except this time she was nervous for a whole new reason. Hans breathed deeply, holding the scent in his senses for a moment before exhaling through his mouth. His breath was hot on her skin as he repeated this a couple more times. The he tilted his head back to look up at her with widened ruby eyes and a smile that grew across his lips.
“Hans?”
‘You amaze me more every day, fraulein.’
“What?”
‘You are with child, mein fraulein.’
Kat felt her heart jump and her throat tightened when she heard that ring through her mind. She swallowed thickly and whispered out, “I’m what?”
‘You carry our young within your belly.’ He pressed his nose against her belly again, taking in another lungful. ‘I am surprised that it did not take very long. It can normally take years for my kind to have young.’
“Yes, well….apparently my family is…quite fertile,” she said weakly, feeling a little dizzy and overwhelmed. Oh God, she was pregnant. She was pregnant. “Oh God….Hans, what’s going to happen? I-I mean, what if the Major finds out? Or the Doctor?” She was starting to hyperventilate a little, panic and fear mixing. Hans caught the scent and he stood suddenly, scooping her up and carrying her to the bed.
‘Breathe, mein Kumpel(mate). Panicking will not help you, and it is not healthy to stress so. I will handle the Major and the Doctor. They will not touch you unless I allow it.’
‘All orders by Master Integra Hellsing will be followed to the letter. Any complaints will be given in written form to the Head Maid, who will in turn give them to Master Hellsing. You will have Sundays and Wednesdays off to do as you please, within reason and without violation of Organization policy. Otherwise, you will be in the uniform given to you at all times outside of your room. Your shift will begin at 5:30 am and will end only when the Head Maid, Butler (Sir Walter C. Dornez) or Master Hellsing deems it over.
If there are any questions or concerns that are not addressed in your pamphlet, please consult the Head Maid or Butler.’
The first time she went on a business run with Walter and Integra, she hadn’t expected that they’d be attacked. Well, okay, maybe a little bit considering it was her first run, but still! Sam was still in her training, so it had been another security guard that accompanied them.
Sir Integra had been in a meeting with the funds director, (Y/n) and Walter standing outside the room, having a quiet conversation when the explosion shook the manor. They exchanged alarmed looks as a guard came running down the hall, looking panicked.
“We’re under attack! We’re under attack—“
(Y/n)’s eyes widened when a bullet slammed into the guard’s head. It exploded and he slammed to the ground, motionless and spilling blood everywhere.
“(Y/n), your gun, now!” Walter barked, jerking her from her stupor. She reached into the vest she had been given to wear, pulling out the hidden gun and flipping off the safety.
“Walter…th-there’s nothing there,” (Y/n) stammered, realizing that there was no one there. The guard had been shot by an invisible assailant. Walter realized this and he quickly opened the door, yanking her inside the meeting room and shutting it again, flipping the lock.
“Walter, what’s happening out there?” Integra demanded, standing up from her seat.
“I’m not very sure, Madame, but whomever it is that’s attacking is either a master of disguise or isn’t human,” he replied. “I suspect they’ll be at the door within the next minute, so I need you to listen carefully. Please flip the table and place yourselves behind it with the wall against your back. (Y/n), you will place yourself in front of it and take aim towards the door. When I tell you, shoot and don’t hesitate. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes Walter,” she nodded.
“Who do you think you are, barging in here and telling us what to do?” a man demanded.
“Shut up and do as he says. Or do you wish to die?” Integra snapped, standing to push the table over. The other men at the table quickly joined and (Y/n) had just placed herself in front of the table, crouching with the gun raised, when the door slammed open. Walter stood in the middle of the room, looking unperturbed.
“You may as well show yourself, vampire,” Walter stated and there was a sharp cackle. (Y/n) blinked as an image flickered and her eyes caught sight of something like…warping air moving in front of Walter. He noticed and he took a step back to avoid the gun the figure had hitting him in the face. (Y/n) aimed at the warping, see-through figure, her hands shaking a little as she held the gun.
“Such venom in your voice, butler,” the sickly sweet voice giggled. It was a female.
“I have no niceties for one like yourself,” he replied, and (Y/n) caught sight of his fingers twitching a little, something thin and shining twirling from them.
“So cruel! I just came to play with the Hellsing woman…”
Walter carefully moved around the room, keeping an eye on the flickering figure. Once he had moved the vampire into position, he shot out, “Fire!”
(Y/n) pulled the trigger, and the spurt of blood and scream from the figure told her she had hit. The vampire flickered into view and (Y/n) saw she had only managed to hit her shoulder. And she was pissed.
“Fucking whore of Hellsing!” she hissed and she lifted her gun to fire back. (Y/n) didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger again, pushed by adrenaline now. The bullets slammed into the she-vampire’s head, chest, neck and jaw, throwing her off her feet. A hand gripped (Y/n)’s shoulder suddenly, making her jump.
“Stop. I want to find out how this animal found me,” Integra growled, stepping over the table and walking over to the bleeding body of the vampire. “Start talking, I know you can. What are you doing here? How did you find me?”
The she-vampire grinned maniacally. “The owner of the demon vampire….the hunters, Hellsing….you are feared and hated. Your life is a prize and one day, someone will have it.”
“Perhaps so. But it’s not you,” Integra lifted her own gun and shot the vampire in the heart.
(Y/n) lowered her gun, feeling a little weak now. This was what it was really like to work for Hellsing? Watching people die, killing these…monsters? Possibly getting killed herself?
“(Y/n).”
She lifted her gaze to look up at Walter, who was holding out a hand to her, offering to help her stand. She slowly took it and let him help her up. Her legs were a little shaky and she realized her whole body was trembling.
“Are you alright?” Walter asked, concerned.
“I…think so. I’m just…just a little shaken,” (Y/n) said, flicking the safety back onto the gun with quivering fingers and sliding it back into her vest.
“Understandable. I had hoped to ease you into this particular portion of Hellsing, but it seems life has its own plans,” he sighed. “You did very well, though, considering you had no real preparation for this kind of encounter.”
(Y/n) glanced at the body of the slowly disintegrating vampire.
“….I guess better now than never,” she said quietly. She took a shaky breath and brushed her bangs from her hair.
“I suppose so,” Walter agreed.
They left not long after the area was called secure. (Y/n) was quiet on the ride home and went to her room once dismissed by Integra to change into her night clothes. A knock on the door made her jump a little and she pulled on her bathrobe as she went to answer.
“Oh…Walter. Do you need something?” she asked the older man wearily.
“I was worried about you,” he said, looking at her with a careful eye. “I wanted to check on you, before I retired for the night.”
“That’s very sweet of you,” (Y/n) said, offering a small smile. “I’m fine, really. It was just…a little much today, I guess. I’ve never…never shot anyone, or at least anything remotely living, before. I didn’t even think I was capable of such a thing.”
“You do what you need to do in order to survive. Just remember that thing was not a human, not anymore,” Walter said softly. “She would have killed all of us, if we hadn’t have killed her first.”
“I’m aware,” she said, pushing a hand through her hair, twisting the long length over her shoulder. “I’m just shell-shocked, I guess. I’ll be alright. I’ll go to sleep and wake up in the morning and be fine. I always am.”
Walter looked at her evenly with those silvery-blue eyes of his, and for a moment (Y/n) was struck at how beautiful they were. She had never seen eyes like his before, such a clear mixture of silver and tanzanite blue. He finally let loose a soft breath and gave her a small, warm smile.
“I can tell you’re not lying. If you have any problems, any at all….you know where my room is, (Y/n),” he said.
“Of course.”
“…you are truly an amazingly unique young woman,” he smiled at her rather fondly. “Sleep well, Miss (Y/n).”
‘All orders by Master Integra Hellsing will be followed to the letter. Any complaints will be given in written form to the Head Maid, who will in turn give them to Master Hellsing. You will have Sundays and Wednesdays off to do as you please, within reason and without violation of Organization policy. Otherwise, you will be in the uniform given to you at all times outside of your room. Your shift will begin at 5:30 am and will end only when the Head Maid, Butler (Sir Walter C. Dornez) or Master Hellsing deems it over.
If there are any questions or concerns that are not addressed in your pamphlet, please consult the Head Maid or Butler.’
(Y/n) stared at the letter in her hand, her brows furrowed. What the hell kind of….? She flipped it to the back, then back at the front. It was from Sam and all it said what, ‘You should go talk to your Butler.’
She scratched her head as she walked back home to the manor. She walked inside and went to hunt down Walter, finding his room and knocking lightly.
“Just a moment.”
(Y/n) leaned against the wall beside his door, hearing soft humming before the door opened.
“Ah, (Y/n). Is there something you needed?” Walter asked, blinking. He had apparently just gotten out of the shower, his shirt still untucked and top buttons open, the vest over his arm.
“Yeah, I just got this in the mail today,” she said, holding the letter to him. He took the letter and looked at it, then chuckled.
“Ah. Yes, please come in for a moment. Have a seat,” he said, stepping back. (Y/n) stepped inside the room, letting him shut the door. The room was tidy and clean, like she had expected it to be. It was a bit more lavish than her room and she sat down in the armchair while Walter finished getting dressed. There was a shelf laden with books near the armchair and (Y/n) skimmed the titles to pass time.
“So, you got that today?” he inquired as he nimbly knotted and smoothed his tie.
“Yeah. What does she mean by that, Walter?” she asked curiously. He smiled at her in the mirror.
“A curious letter came in about a week ago,” he stated.
“Oh?”
“Yes. I believe I left it in Master Hellsing’s office, perhaps you could walk with me there to retrieve it,” he said, pulling on his vest and buttoning it, before turning to (Y/n) with a smile.
“Okay, sure,” she shrugged, standing up again. They left Walter’s room and walked down the halls to the office, where he told her to stay there for a moment as he went inside to retrieve it. (Y/n) leaned against the wall to wait, checking out one of the familiar paintings that hung on the wall.
She had gotten so into studying it that she was actually a little startled when the door opened suddenly and Walter walked out, following behind him was a young woman that (Y/n) recognized right away.
“Sammy!!” She threw her arms around her best friend, who laughed and hugged her back. “What are you doing here?”
“What else? I’m here to keep an eye on your clumsy ass,” Sammy laughed. (Y/n) scoffed a little, but she couldn’t stop smiling as she pulled away, looking at Walter.
“You.”
Walter gave an innocent smile.
“You knew about this, didn’t you?”
“I know as much as you do,” he chuckled.
“Right…thanks, Walter.”
He flashed her a smile. “She inquired about any jobs available around here and I suggested applying as a security guard,” he said.
“You’re working here now?” (Y/n) asked, her eyes widening a little bit as she looked at Sam.
“Hopefully, once I get past all the paperwork and the three-month training period,” Sam shrugged.
“….alright, what did you do?”
“What?”
“What. Did. You. Do. I understand visiting, but coming here to work? What happened?” (Y/n) asked, raising a brow. Sam gave her a sheepish smile.
“You really know me too well….I may have given your family hell when you told me they pretty much didn’t want to see you again?”
“….seriously, Sammy?”
“What? Come on, (Y/n), you’re my best friend! I wasn’t gonna let them get away with hurting you like that! They’re your family, they’re supposed to love you!” Sam scowled. “So I might have smeared their name in the rich community.”
“Sam!”
“Nothing terrible, just….reputation hurting.”
“I can’t believe you…” (Y/n) sighed, but shook her head. “I’m not even going to ask. I don’t wanna know.”
Walter chuckled softly and quickly stifled it when (Y/n) looked at him.
“I’m sorry. It’s just not often you’ll find friends like this, Miss (Y/n),” he smiled. (Y/n) shook her head, but she couldn’t help but smile as well.
“Yeah, I know,” she chuckled, patting Sam’s head.
“Stop that!”
“I can’t help it, you’re shorter than me.”
“Don’t make me hurt you.”
“But Saaammmmyyy—ouch! That hurt, you abusive shorty! Ouch!!”
“That’s what you get.”
“Walter, help!”
“I’m sorry, Miss (Y/n), it would not be within my boundaries to do so.”
Walter chuckled good-naturedly as he saw (Y/n) open up fully with Sam around. This was going to be most interesting. He was sure Alucard was going to have fun with this.
