Hellsing Seras Victoria Romane & Geschichten

The young woman, Sera introduces herself. "Sera...not your actual name, is it?" I ask knowingly. "Well, you can consider it a codename. But my name is Seraphine." Sera replied with a casual shrug. "How come you get to be Sera?" I could not help the question. Sera laughs quietly at that, shrugging slightly. "It was either that or Top(II). I'm Seraphine Vega, the Beta Healer. You've met my not so better half, Beta Warrior, Top... Cedric." Sera calmly stated.

“Touch her… and you die.” Zayn’s eyes narrowed. “If it saves the realm, I’ll cut her down.” The tension snapped, both men’s power flaring, flames clashing, the abyss trembling under the collision. And in the center of it, Sera broke. Her scream wasn’t human anymore. Her back arched, her arms outstretched as if crucified by invisible chains. Her body hovered off the ground, the crown embedding itself deeper into her skull, blood running like molten fire down her temples.

“Victor’s former war captain. Thought dead after the Romano purge.” Mara’s voice was grim. “He’s alive. And he’s not hiding anymore.” Serena didn’t hesitate. “Then neither will I.” --- The sky was streaked with crimson and gray, the colors of war. Serena walked through the villa’s halls fully dressed in armor—sleek black leather that moved like second skin. Twin pistols were strapped to her thighs, her mother’s dagger riding at her hip. No crown. No veil. No silk. Only fire.

Finally. Sera attacked immediately. She crashed into him before the wound fully healed, slamming him backwards into one of the subway pillars hard enough to crack concrete. Husen’s smile disappeared for the first time. Good. Sera drove silver toward his heart. Husen caught her wrist again. Harder now. Pain shot through her arm. The vampire’s eyes darkened slightly. Then he threw her. It's not hard enough to kill. It's hard enough to hurt.

"I believe you're Seraphyne Voss, formerly known as the Crimson Empress, Void-tier Awakener, and the final antagonist the novel never properly resolved." She set her cup down. "My name," she said, "is Sera. I sell dry goods in a refugee camp. I have been here for two years. I pay my taxes, I manage my inventory, and I do not make trouble for the Imperial administration." She looked at him with grey eyes that were completely calm and completely unreadable. "I am not," she said, "whoever you think I am." Kael had prepared for this response as well.

A massive whirlwind erupted, lifting soldiers into the air before throwing them back to the ground with bone-shattering force. Sera, meanwhile, was the embodiment of destruction. Her silver hair streamed behind her as she weaved through the battlefield, every object she touched turning into a weapon as hard as diamond. She ripped a spear from the ground and swung it like a staff, smashing through shields and armor with ease. A soldier slashed at her, but she caught the blade in her hand, turning it into a crystal sword in an instant, before driving it straight through his chest. She spun on her heel, blocking another attack and hacking the soldier down with a machete she created.

She hoped that she’d never look like that. Before they could pounce, Caitlin and Sera, both finely trained soldiers, charged at the same time. Caitlin had her sword and spear extended, and Sera had her battle ax raised high. The group of vampires charged them. Caitlin slashed left and right with her sword, ducking, rolling, and flipping over them. She was too fast. She chopped off their limbs left and right and severed their heads, and they never stood a chance. She killed three in the blink of an eye.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

she demanded. The witch laughed, a sound that sent chills down my spine. “And why would I do that? She’s the key to everything Ethan wants.” “Then you’ll have to go through me,” Sera said. The witch tilted her head, studying Sera. “Ah, Sera Vale. I’ve heard of you. The mother and the traitor to her own kind.” “Say that again,” Sera growled, her hands glowing with magical energy. The witch smirked. “Touched a nerve, did I?”