𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕴𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖗

Zece

The air was thick with tension as Luke Valentine descended into the deepest recesses of the Hellsing estate. The dim lighting barely illuminated the cold stone walls, but Luke’s keen senses guided him, drawing him toward the presence he could feel—an ancient, dark power lying in wait. He smirked to himself, knowing full well who, or rather what, was waiting for him down here.

The deeper he went, the quieter it became, as if even the chaos and destruction upstairs couldn’t reach this far down. Eventually, he reached a large, imposing door. Beyond it lay the vampire he had come to confront. Luke pushed it open, the heavy creak of the door breaking the eerie silence as he stepped into the long corridor that stretched before him.

At the far end of the hall, a figure sat upon a throne-like chair, shrouded in darkness. But it wasn’t the figure he was expecting. Instead of the tall, menacing shape of Alucard, there was a much smaller figure standing just in front of the throne. Luke’s eyes adjusted to the gloom, and he realized it was a boy. The young man, with his pale skin and dark hair, stood with an almost eerie calmness. His eyes, bright with intelligence, met Luke’s.

The boy, Y/N Hellsing.

Luke’s lips curled into a twisted smile as he sauntered forward, taking his time as he closed the distance between them. Y/N didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. He stood there, as though waiting for something, his expression unreadable. Luke’s eyes gleamed with amusement. He always enjoyed it when prey tried to put on a brave face.

“Well, well,” Luke purred, his voice dripping with false charm. “What do we have here? All alone, are we?”

Y/N’s gaze never left him. There was no fear in those eyes, just a cold, calculating calmness that unnerved Luke for a moment. But he quickly brushed it off, his confidence swelling as he approached the boy.

“You’re a long way from safety, kid,” Luke continued, his tone soft but condescending. “You should know by now that the big, bad monsters are out to play. And you? You’re nothing more than a little lamb in a den of wolves.”

Y/N tilted his head slightly, his expression still unreadable. He didn’t respond, didn’t back away. It was as if he was waiting for something, but Luke couldn’t place what. The silence stretched on, unnerving in its stillness.

Finally, Y/N spoke, his voice soft and steady. “You’ve come here for the vampire, haven’t you?”

Luke chuckled darkly, circling around the boy like a predator eyeing its prey. “Oh, I’ve come for more than that. I came to bring the mighty Hellsing Organization to its knees. Your sister, your soldiers, that vampire you keep on a leash—none of them can stop me. And now, here you are, all by yourself.”

Y/N remained quiet, watching Luke with that same calmness, which only seemed to agitate him further. Luke stepped closer, his voice lowering to a mockingly gentle tone.

“You know, kid, you don’t have to die like the others. I’m feeling generous tonight,” he said, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. “If you swear to serve me—be my little pet—I’ll keep you alive. I’ll protect you. I can make sure nothing happens to you... for the right price.”

He paused, leaning in slightly, his breath hot against Y/N’s ear as he whispered, “All you have to do is obey. Be mine. And I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

Y/N turned his head just slightly, meeting Luke’s eyes with a sudden, sharp clarity. For a moment, he let the silence hang in the air before he answered, his voice cool and deliberate.

“So, if I... become yours, you’ll keep me alive? Is that it?”

Luke grinned, believing he had the boy exactly where he wanted him. “That’s right. You’d be my prized little pet, my obedient little toy. I’ll keep you close, keep you safe from all the scary things in the world. You’d never have to worry about a thing... as long as you do what I say.”