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325 words.
Solution
Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to Hirano Kota, Geneon Entertainment, Gonzo and others. Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.
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It had taken years to finally figure out the solution that really had been staring him in the face all along. The trick was that the enchantment woven into Lord Alucard’s gloves wasn’t just a seal after all. How Isaak had managed to miss that fact time and time again in his working to unravel those seals, he didn’t know.
Staring down at the amplifying arrays on his own gloves, it was painfully obvious. The trick to the whole situation was that the arrays both amplified Lord Alcuard’s powers as well as sealing him into lower power restriction levels, allowing him to exercise certain abilities at levels that shouldn’t have allowed such things to be possible.
Once he’d reached that solution, it had been simplicity itself to unravel the mechanics of Cromwell System that kept Lord Alucard in check.
The binding on the gloves themselves simply fell apart at the slightest pressure since that delicate force was being applied in exactly the right places. The image branded into Isaak’s mind’s eye; an elaborate puzzle, of wires and thin metal plates, falling apart. So that at long last the figure standing opposite him was not some facsimile of a vampire but the proud and regal Prince of Wallachia.
It was a triumph of occult mastery, a testament to Isaak’s long, hard years of practice and study. There were few men in what remained of the expanse of the world who could have unravelled such a mystery. Explained the puzzle; yes, comprehended it in the broadest sense; certainly but few were the remaining scholars who would have possessed the capacity to actually apply the final solution to the equation. It was his crowning glory, the moment he had fought and studied and bled for, that no other man might ever surpass… or at least it would have been, if the Prince of Wallachia hadn’t suddenly started regarding him with a rather besotted expression and calling him Elizabeta.
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It’s been a while since I’ve actually read Dracula but I’m fairly certain that Hellsing follows the plot of Francis Ford Coppola’s film version regarding his late princess.
And a slightly more sinister take on things with another theory.
339 words.
Prediction
Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to Hirano Kota, Geneon Entertainment, Gonzo and others. Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.
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It is pitch black in the windowless basement, better termed a dungeon. There is no sound, no life, nothing and yet if there were light it would illuminate a small table next to what appears to be a throne. A bottle on the table is uncorked and in the darkness the figure slumped on his throne raises a glass to his lips.
They are all fake vampires, the ones above. Humans, abilities enhanced by freak chips just like all the others before. He will destroy them eventually, one day, when all of his powers are no longer bound.
But it has taken so long already just to remove the enslaving mottoes which themselves are meaningless.
They are all worthless; every single one of them but already a king who styles himself a king’s advisor grows weary of it all. Soon he will destroy them all, will purge the world with all consuming flame. Not that he knows what he’ll do after that. Not that it actually matters.
Soon the full extent of his powers will be unleashed upon the world. But the process of removing his chains is slow and the weight of reality drags on like time immemorial. And some nights it is difficult to remember that the false pretence he has learnt to parrot isn’t actually his name.
Perhaps realistically, that may be his greatest fear realised. That somewhere during the passage of time he has begun to willingly forget what he was, has allowed himself to be bound by false truths, all things illusionary. In another century he might forget, in five he might begin to enjoy his subservience… in another millennia he might even cease to believe that he was once a No Life King.
His laugh shatters the silence. The shape he wears is a mask. He is, always has been… well, they will learn the true name of their doom eventually.
And above, amongst the humans who style themselves vampires, Baskerville tilts his head to the side and silently awaits his master’s orders.
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Baskerville is the name of Alucard’s Hellhound and I’m taking liberties in suggesting that said Hellhound can assume a human shape.
Somewhere along the way Alucard seems to have found a way to make himself impervious to sunlight too.
emthornhill something funny for her birthday.325 words.
Solution
Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to Hirano Kota, Geneon Entertainment, Gonzo and others. Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.
++++++++++
It had taken years to finally figure out the solution that really had been staring him in the face all along. The trick was that the enchantment woven into Lord Alucard’s gloves wasn’t just a seal after all. How Isaak had managed to miss that fact time and time again in his working to unravel those seals, he didn’t know.
Staring down at the amplifying arrays on his own gloves, it was painfully obvious. The trick to the whole situation was that the arrays both amplified Lord Alcuard’s powers as well as sealing him into lower power restriction levels, allowing him to exercise certain abilities at levels that shouldn’t have allowed such things to be possible.
Once he’d reached that solution, it had been simplicity itself to unravel the mechanics of Cromwell System that kept Lord Alucard in check.
The binding on the gloves themselves simply fell apart at the slightest pressure since that delicate force was being applied in exactly the right places. The image branded into Isaak’s mind’s eye; an elaborate puzzle, of wires and thin metal plates, falling apart. So that at long last the figure standing opposite him was not some facsimile of a vampire but the proud and regal Prince of Wallachia.
It was a triumph of occult mastery, a testament to Isaak’s long, hard years of practice and study. There were few men in what remained of the expanse of the world who could have unravelled such a mystery. Explained the puzzle; yes, comprehended it in the broadest sense; certainly but few were the remaining scholars who would have possessed the capacity to actually apply the final solution to the equation. It was his crowning glory, the moment he had fought and studied and bled for, that no other man might ever surpass… or at least it would have been, if the Prince of Wallachia hadn’t suddenly started regarding him with a rather besotted expression and calling him Elizabeta.
++++++++++
It’s been a while since I’ve actually read Dracula but I’m fairly certain that Hellsing follows the plot of Francis Ford Coppola’s film version regarding his late princess.
And a slightly more sinister take on things with another theory.
339 words.
Prediction
Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to Hirano Kota, Geneon Entertainment, Gonzo and others. Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.
++++++++++
It is pitch black in the windowless basement, better termed a dungeon. There is no sound, no life, nothing and yet if there were light it would illuminate a small table next to what appears to be a throne. A bottle on the table is uncorked and in the darkness the figure slumped on his throne raises a glass to his lips.
They are all fake vampires, the ones above. Humans, abilities enhanced by freak chips just like all the others before. He will destroy them eventually, one day, when all of his powers are no longer bound.
But it has taken so long already just to remove the enslaving mottoes which themselves are meaningless.
They are all worthless; every single one of them but already a king who styles himself a king’s advisor grows weary of it all. Soon he will destroy them all, will purge the world with all consuming flame. Not that he knows what he’ll do after that. Not that it actually matters.
Soon the full extent of his powers will be unleashed upon the world. But the process of removing his chains is slow and the weight of reality drags on like time immemorial. And some nights it is difficult to remember that the false pretence he has learnt to parrot isn’t actually his name.
Perhaps realistically, that may be his greatest fear realised. That somewhere during the passage of time he has begun to willingly forget what he was, has allowed himself to be bound by false truths, all things illusionary. In another century he might forget, in five he might begin to enjoy his subservience… in another millennia he might even cease to believe that he was once a No Life King.
His laugh shatters the silence. The shape he wears is a mask. He is, always has been… well, they will learn the true name of their doom eventually.
And above, amongst the humans who style themselves vampires, Baskerville tilts his head to the side and silently awaits his master’s orders.
++++++++++
Baskerville is the name of Alucard’s Hellhound and I’m taking liberties in suggesting that said Hellhound can assume a human shape.
Somewhere along the way Alucard seems to have found a way to make himself impervious to sunlight too.
