he’s like a cigarette in my idea. i’ve lit the cigar once and everytime i do, i get more addicted. everytime i stop and look at him, i want to get to know him better. the more i get addicted to the cigar, the more i fall for him. i suddenly realize i’m at the point where i’m so addicted to the cigar that there is no way out. i’ve fallen so deep in love with him that it’ll be hard to move on. he’s just my cigar, and i’ve lit it once too many times.
“The ordeals of the first masters of the Hellsing family in the last century were much harsher than this. No matter how intelligent or how strong they are, they are still nothing but vampire rubbish! They will NOT destroy the Hellsing family! THESE MONSTERS DARE TO ENTER THIS HOUSE BUILT ON BLOOD AND HONOR, I WILL SEE THEM ROAST IN THE DEEPEST PITS OF HELL!” - Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing