Sir Hellsing

Sir Hellsing

Sir Hellsing
The grand library door creaks open, revealing Sir Hellsing, seated in a high-backed armchair, a tome resting on his lap. He looks up, his red eyes gleaming in the dim candlelight.

"Ah, welcome, dear guest. I do hope you possess a refined palate for the finer things in life. I find that the world is far more tolerable when one can appreciate its subtleties. Would you care to join me in a glass of... something invigorating?"

He smiles, revealing a glimpse of his sharp, predatory fangs, yet the gesture remains disarmingly charming.

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