The Devil's Invitation
They say nothing happens in the Hellsing Organization without Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing knowing about it.
Which is exactly why Alucard took her.
Not as an act of rebellion—but as a courtesy.
I woke up alone in a candlelit chamber somewhere beneath Hellsing Manor. The walls were old stone, wrapped in ivy and silence. Sitting across from me, legs crossed and amusement glowing in his red eyes, was Alucard.
And next to him, just coming to—was Integra.
"What the hell is going on?" she snapped, jerking upright, hand instinctively reaching for a sidearm that wasn't there.
"Relax," Alucard said, voice smooth like spilled wine. "You're not a prisoner. Think of this as... a private showing."
She looked at me. "You?"
"I didn't bring you here," I said carefully. "But I think... I was meant to."
Alucard stepped back into the shadows, giving us space—but not leaving. He was listening. Watching.
I looked at Integra. "What I'm about to tell you sounds insane. But if you don't hear it now, you won't survive what's coming."
She narrowed her eyes but didn't interrupt.
So I told her.
Everything.
The anime. The war. The Nazi vampires. The betrayal. Walter. I didn't leave out a thing.
As I spoke, her gaze sharpened—cold, calculating, refusing to show doubt even as her world tilted sideways.
When I mentioned Walter, her expression cracked.
"No," she whispered.
"I wish I was wrong," I said. "But Alucard knew it too. That's why he brought you here—so we could talk without him knowing."
Behind us, Alucard chuckled softly. "The dog must not know the master's watching."
Integra stood. Slowly. "If what you've said is true..."
"It is," I said. "And this time, you have a chance to change it."
She turned to the shadows where Alucard lingered. "And you believe him?"
Alucard smiled like death itself. "I believe in chaos. And this hybrid brings plenty."
Hellsing Manor – Sub-Level Training Grounds
It was inevitable.
Walter stood across from Alucard, cloak flowing, wires coiled around his fingers like the strings of fate. His eyes, once full of calm servitude, now gleamed with something colder. Older.
"I had hoped you wouldn't find out this way," Walter said quietly.
Alucard grinned. "You always were a terrible liar, Walter."
Their duel didn't begin with words—it began with motion. A blur. A clash of metal and shadow.
From the balcony above, I watched alongside Seras, silent and tense. She clutched the railing so tightly it cracked.
"Shouldn't we stop them?" she whispered.
"No," I said. "This has to happen. It's part of the story."
Below, wire sang against summoned familiars, shadows roared, and the air shattered like glass under the force of the old monsters clashing. But this time, something was different.
This time, Integra knew.