Hellsing Ultimate の小説・ストーリー

They were the ones who were having a casual talk before. Valhalla Melnyk, the notorious Heavenly Beast Summoner and Vice-Commander of Deck Order Guild, is undoubtedly the one on the left. Her hair was colored blonde and cut short. Her makeup-free face is complemented by her distinctive wide and clear eyes. Her immaculate skin and flawless features drew everyone's attention, including mine.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

— Are you having bad days? I threw myself into Scott's arms and cried. The presence of the defender of people calmed me down. — Scott...—I whispered when I could finally speak.— Rahiel will kill Dean! Only you can help me! Only you...— — But how?—Scott's sky-blue eyes looked at me anxiously.—Tell me what to do, and I'll do it!— —This is the church of Ultima, and you are Ultima. You are the protector of the entire human race, so you can protect the priests of Ultima as well. We were once people, we just don't remember it...—

Rhett wondered. “It’s the Van Helsings and their army of zombies that worries me more,” Heath explained. “We are hoping to make peace with the Mer.” “Are you okay Aislen?” Cameron asked in concern taking her by the elbows. “You’ve gone pale.” “This clothing,” she reached out to touch his chest. “It’s not my colour,” Cameron pulled a face. “But Heath says it’s a good idea,” he shrugged a shoulder. “Not my colour either,” Rhett agreed grumpily. “But the weapon harnesses over top are pretty cool,” he added as he began to strap them on.

she knew he needed them alive. I saw my Bella smile and nodded at her after she had spoken. Henry asked his men to do a count of the girls and to make sure that they were all there! My face lit up as I saw a couple of our men dressed in Henry’s men’s uniforms pretending to be part of their team. From watching my Bella, I could tell that she was also planning something. Those two girls were by her side again and continued whispering! “WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU THREE?” Henry shouted at them. My Bella responded in a hoarse, almost a whisper, that they were just scared, and she was only comforting them. Damn! My Bella’s voice was gone, too. That Demon was going to pay for all that he did to her

Carmela stood beside Lorenzo, her eyes lifting to trace the bright points of light scattered across the immense night sky. A soft, knowing smile curved her lips as she slowly lowered her gaze back to her companion. "You look... well, different, Enzo," she observed gently, letting out a soft chuckle. "It’s a good change, though. You must be deeply, profoundly in love with that human woman, aren't you?" Lorenzo nodded, a trace of something soft—something Carmela rarely saw, crossing his usually stern face. "She isn't just an ordinary human being, Carmela," he corrected her quietly. "She is a Hellsing."

And worse—they get the people you care about killed. But I couldn’t shake it. The image of her on that dark road, trembling but still standing. The way she clutched that rag like it was the only weapon she had. The way her eyes searched mine, like maybe she wanted to believe me when I told her she didn’t have to be scared. Yeah. I was tangled in her now. Whether I wanted to be or not. And if Crow was right—and he usually was—then whatever ghosts Lucy carried wouldn’t stay in the dark forever.

A past that visits him from the depths of Hell, haunted by its spectra with nightmares that refuse to leave him even after all those centuries have passed. He raised his head and watched the disc of the sun, which was preparing to set behind the horizon, bid farewell to the island, leaving coldness and darkness, announcing the end of the children's play period and the start of the parents" role in guarding the area from the attack of what remained of the savage Sirana.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”