Y/n's spirits had lifted significantly in the following days. The heavy burden of sorrow and self-hatred had been lifted, replaced by a newfound determination to make an impact. Although still clueless about how to wield his demonic abilities, he remained undeterred, confident in his ability to be useful in other ways. Yet, Y/n couldn't help but ponder—if his father were present, perhaps he could have guided him in mastering his powers. Alas, such guidance was improbable; Y/n's father was likely in hell...and probably didn't care...
Perched at the desk nearby, Y/n pored over several books lent by his uncle, all delving into the supernatural and the mysterious. The young demon found each sentence fascinating; though hard to believe, his knowledge of demons and vampires, coupled with his own half-demon heritage, convinced him there was truth in these pages.
Bram stoker was truly a master of the unknown!
As Y/n read through the book, he hummed a soft melody, the same one his mother sang to soothe him during restless nights. A frown creased his brow as he remembered Catherine; it wasn't fair. She was such a kind and caring soul, yet the world had cruelly snatched her away. Where was the justice in that? Acknowledging that he couldn't alter the past, Y/n returned to his reading.
Suddenly, Y/n felt a strange and unnerving feeling creep up his back, he felt a bead of sweat drip down his forehead.
The echoes of gunfire reverberated as the Hellsing organisation's soldiers battled outside. Y/n rose from the chair, legs trembling with fear, mind awash with emotions. Struggling to remain composed amidst the harrowing sounds of comrades falling, a wave of nausea overtook him, and he collapsed to one knee. Fighting the urge to vomit, Y/n mustered the strength to stand and dashed through the bedroom door into the manor's main hallways.
What was happening?!
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Walter was in the basement when he received the call that ghouls were overrunning the manor. The aging butler wasn't concerned for his own safety; his worry was for his nephew. Without a doubt, Y/n would be killed if he didn't escape. Nonetheless, Walter attempted to remain calm, knowing that panicking in such a situation would do no good.
Alucard: let me guess, you're worried about that little runt?
Walter: That little runt is my family Alucard! and I promised to keep him safe! Oh god...what if they already found him?!
The Hellsing butler began to panic upon realizing there was no one to protect Y/n. The young boy was on the far side of the manor, and he would be in grave danger if the ghouls or vampires discovered him.
To his surprise, Alucard gently placed a hand upon his shoulder and spoke up in a gentle tone.
Alucard: i will see if I can reach Y/n, that boy is smart, he won't just run around in panic, fear not Walter, it doesn't suit you...
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Y/n raced through the corridors, his legs carrying him as fast as they could. Each hallway was marked with blood and fallen bodies, a sight that drove Y/n into a panic. With the eerie echo of ghouls drawing nearer, he knew he had to persist in running until he found Walter, Seras, or Alucard, who would undoubtedly be able to assist him, he couldn't defend himself!
Rounding a corner however, the blood in Y/n's body ran ice cold as he stared at a massive hoard of ghouls...
Y/n raced back around the corner as the ghouls groaned. The young boy tried to calm his raging nerves while remaining as silent as possible, hoping the ghouls hadn't heard or seen him. After a few panicked breaths, Y/n cautiously peeked around the corner...
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Child of hate: Hellsing x child reader fanfic
Fiksi PenggemarY/n Dornez, a young boy and nephew to the infamous angel of death Walter C Dornez, the young boy was strange from birth, always quiet and shy of others, choosing to stay with his mother at all times, his father was out of the picture during Y/n's bi...
