Hellsing Seras Victoria の小説・ストーリー

Sera wobbled out, Axar hanging across her shoulder, into the bright mid day sun. The sun's rays creating dimension in her jewel colored maneuver as it captures the light with her movement. After I had disposed of the unbearable Barima, I ransacked her room for a blouse I wanted for Sera. I discarded Seraphine's bloody sweater afterwards. It took quite a bit of coercion to get Sera into the now dead woman's clothes. The idea of it making her more remorseful.

Madison sneered. "Fatal?" "Yes" "Do you know who did this?" Scott asked. A sigh was heard from Madison's lips, and instead of answering him, she could only mutter a name, "Reine" "Who's Reine?" Scott asked, who was Reine? and how dared she messed with his girlfriend? "She is an enemy, I gained over the past few years"

Arasne asked. I nodded, rubbed my hands up and down my arms. Latisha snapped her teeth at me as she flung herself across the room. Scarlet pushed me to the side as she stood, her flaming sword ready, and waited for the serpentine lady. The Wardens zipped between Scarlet and Latisha, their own swords angled and ready in defense of Scarlet and me. Latisha was unable to stop her forward momentum. Her fileted body lay in long narrow slices, dark orange blood seeping into the floor. The trees that created the hard structure for the Queen's house shuddered as Latisha's...essence soaked through the small slats of the floor.

The door opened minutes later, and a figure stepped inside — hooded, thin, but standing with a defiance I hadn’t seen in a long time. She pulled back her hood. And I felt the floor tilt beneath me. She was young, no more than twenty. Her eyes were steel-gray, her hair silver as moonlight, braided tight down her back. Scars marked the side of her throat, half-hidden by the collar of her tunic. She didn’t kneel. She didn’t even bow. Helena’s voice cracked softly beside me. “She wouldn’t give her name, my lady.” “I am Serin,” the girl said evenly, eyes locked on mine. “Last of the Silverblood wolves.”

Not for welcome. For war. Wraiths poured out armored, fanged, wielding blades made of shadow and teeth. Warriors once living, twisted beyond wolves, beyond men. Their eyes burned with void. The army behind Serena braced. “Form ranks!” Cassian roared. But Serena did not draw back. She walked forward alone. The wraiths froze. She lifted her chin. The Mark ignited, white-gold blazing like a sun in the abyss. “Tell your master,” she said, voice ringing like a bell of doom, “I have come for what is mine.”

The perfect victim. Victoria stood beside her in a red power suit. Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight bun. Her makeup was flawless. She held a small recording device in her hand. And Serena... Serena stood alone in the middle of the room. Her coat was open, showing her pregnant belly. Her face was flushed with anger. Her hands were clenched into fists. She looked exactly like what Victoria wanted her to look like. Unstable. Dangerous. Unfit to be a mother. I pressed record button on my phone and stayed hidden behind the door.

I moved through the door. The scene stopped me. The back wall was cracked, wood splintered like something had exploded against it. Cassandra sat slumped beneath it, blood dripping from her nose. Elena was trying to approach someone, hands raised in a calming gesture, Other rogues crowded the doorway, their faces painted with fear and fascination. And in the center of it all was Sera. Silver light blazed around her like wildfire. Her eyes were pure silver, unseeing, lost. Her injured arm hung at her side, but her good hand was raised, power crackling between her fingers. She was shaking, her breath coming in short gasps.

Irina "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Sera." She was still leaning against my vanity, casually watching the drama like it was a play she’d seen a dozen times before. Sera’s head snapped up. I watched the moment her expression slowly solidified. The tears didn't stop, but the distress vanished, replaced by something dark, jagged, and dangerous. "You fucking bitch!" Sera cursed. In an instant, she closed the gap. I didn't even see the moment she unfurled herself from the ground. All I saw was Sera snapping Yvara’s head to the side with a brutal, closed-fist punch.

Seraphina roared, her voice dropping into a terrifying, demonic register. She didn't use her full speed to end it quickly; she wanted it to be agonizingly slow. She grabbed Victoria by the collar, dragging her forward against the metal restraints, and began systematically pouring her centuries of anger straight onto her flesh. A heavy, calculated punch shattered Victoria’s lip, followed by another sharp strike to her ribs that forced a ragged scream out of the secretary's throat. Seraphina’s long, razor-sharp fangs were fully bared, and her manicured nails extended into lethal, curved claws. With a slow, deliberate swipe, she raked her claws across Victoria's cheek, leaving deep, bleeding tr