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imperial_stage2012-03-28 08:45 pm
integra_hellsing) wrote in imperial_stage2012-03-28 08:45 pm
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Who: Alucard and Integra
Where: Imperial City; Hellsing manor
What: Summoning the idiot back to his rightful place.
When: Now.
Warnings: Violence, perhaps some bloodshed and gore on Alucard's behalf.
Down in the basement of the Hellsing manor, Integra lurked and fumed. She'd originally gone down there to bring the vampire a blood packet, a small truce to say the least to their argument. She'd still been angry, but she'd calmed significantly.
So to find the basement empty, despite her orders for him to NOT leave without her at his side, had Integra flying into an immediate rage again. Without even hesitating, she'd stormed into the sublevel library; the restricted library to everyone but herself. There, she'd retrieved a few books, and her grandfather's personal journals and notes. Along the way, she'd gone upstairs and grabbed a few red and black candles, and a knife of pure silver.
Which brought her back down here. If the Nosferatu would not listen to her, then she would bring him back forcibly, and MAKE him listen. He'd be sorry he ever messed with her.
The basement, while still cool and almost damp feeling, was well lit with the candles she'd brought down; evenly matched red and black candles everywhere, with two side by side atop Alucard's coffin, her trigger object of sorts. It would apparently also double as an alter tonight. The blade of pure silver had already been put to use, the large wound in her hand was still oozing blood but that didn't matter to her now. On the floor around his coffin, she'd drawn, to the best of her abilities, the very same symbols that bound the vampire to her bloodline; words and all.
Papers were scattered everywhere; to anyone else it would look like a complete mess, but to Integra it was organized enough. She knew which papers went where, and the most important ones were right in front of her. It all seemed overly elaborate, but a summoning spell was still a summoning spell. In her own mind, this went against her very religion... but somehow, she knew God would forgive her for this one little sin.
Bringing her most prized book, her grandfather's beloved journal, close enough to read, the young Hellsing heiress spoke loud and clear, eyes never once leaving the little black, leather bound book in her hands.
"Let thy body rest under my dominion, let my fate rest in thy blade.
If thou submitteth to the call of your Master, and if thou wilt obey this mind, this reason, then thou shalt respond.
I am that person who summons the demon, the devil himself!
I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades and whose blood binds the Nosferatu.
Servant; Count Dracula, Vlad Tepes III, heed your Master's words and listen to her well. RETURN TO MY SIDE AT ONCE!"
With those words, the symbols on the floor began to faintly glow, the tiny flames on the tips of the candles dancing as a supernatural breeze began to blow throughout the room, eventually becoming so strong that the embers flickered out.
Integra had expected this to hurt, and hurt it had; it was enough to bring her to her knees. It didn't matter, though; nothing mattered right now but making the vampire understand his true place.
"Return to me, Nosferatu!"
Where: Imperial City; Hellsing manor
What: Summoning the idiot back to his rightful place.
When: Now.
Warnings: Violence, perhaps some bloodshed and gore on Alucard's behalf.
Down in the basement of the Hellsing manor, Integra lurked and fumed. She'd originally gone down there to bring the vampire a blood packet, a small truce to say the least to their argument. She'd still been angry, but she'd calmed significantly.
So to find the basement empty, despite her orders for him to NOT leave without her at his side, had Integra flying into an immediate rage again. Without even hesitating, she'd stormed into the sublevel library; the restricted library to everyone but herself. There, she'd retrieved a few books, and her grandfather's personal journals and notes. Along the way, she'd gone upstairs and grabbed a few red and black candles, and a knife of pure silver.
Which brought her back down here. If the Nosferatu would not listen to her, then she would bring him back forcibly, and MAKE him listen. He'd be sorry he ever messed with her.
The basement, while still cool and almost damp feeling, was well lit with the candles she'd brought down; evenly matched red and black candles everywhere, with two side by side atop Alucard's coffin, her trigger object of sorts. It would apparently also double as an alter tonight. The blade of pure silver had already been put to use, the large wound in her hand was still oozing blood but that didn't matter to her now. On the floor around his coffin, she'd drawn, to the best of her abilities, the very same symbols that bound the vampire to her bloodline; words and all.
Papers were scattered everywhere; to anyone else it would look like a complete mess, but to Integra it was organized enough. She knew which papers went where, and the most important ones were right in front of her. It all seemed overly elaborate, but a summoning spell was still a summoning spell. In her own mind, this went against her very religion... but somehow, she knew God would forgive her for this one little sin.
Bringing her most prized book, her grandfather's beloved journal, close enough to read, the young Hellsing heiress spoke loud and clear, eyes never once leaving the little black, leather bound book in her hands.
"Let thy body rest under my dominion, let my fate rest in thy blade.
If thou submitteth to the call of your Master, and if thou wilt obey this mind, this reason, then thou shalt respond.
I am that person who summons the demon, the devil himself!
I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades and whose blood binds the Nosferatu.
Servant; Count Dracula, Vlad Tepes III, heed your Master's words and listen to her well. RETURN TO MY SIDE AT ONCE!"
With those words, the symbols on the floor began to faintly glow, the tiny flames on the tips of the candles dancing as a supernatural breeze began to blow throughout the room, eventually becoming so strong that the embers flickered out.
Integra had expected this to hurt, and hurt it had; it was enough to bring her to her knees. It didn't matter, though; nothing mattered right now but making the vampire understand his true place.
"Return to me, Nosferatu!"