Hellsing: Celestial Guardians: The Hellsing Oath

Chapter 2: The First Encounter

Location: The Hellsing Mansion, several weeks after Angel's discovery.

Time Period: Late evening, under a starlit sky.

The Hellsing Mansion, a grand and imposing structure, was unusually quiet that evening. Most of its inhabitants were attending to their duties, leaving the corridors empty and the rooms silent. In one of the lesser-known chambers of the mansion, Walter C. Dornez, a young man of 18, stood waiting. Known for his exceptional skills as both a butler and a combatant, Walter was not easily shaken. Yet tonight, he felt a flutter of anticipation, unusual for someone of his training and composure.

Sir Arthur Hellsing had summoned him to this secluded room, with instructions that were both cryptic and intriguing. He was to meet a new ally, one whose origins were shrouded in mystery and magic. As he adjusted his gloves, the door opened silently, and Arthur entered, followed by a figure who was the very embodiment of serenity and grace.

Angel stepped into the light, her bare feet silent on the cold floor. Her dark skin seemed to glow softly under the chandelier's light, and her long white hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of light. Her aquamarine eyes scanned the room before resting on Walter, studying him with an unreadable expression.

"Angel, this is Walter C. Dornez," Arthur introduced. "Walter will be your guide and companion as you adapt to our world."

Walter bowed slightly, his gaze never leaving Angel's. "It is an honor to meet you," he said, his voice steady despite the awe he felt.

Angel's lips curved into a small, enigmatic smile, but she remained silent. Arthur excused himself, leaving them alone, the weight of the meeting settling around them like a thick cloak.

For several moments, neither spoke. Walter was unsure how to proceed. How did one converse with a celestial being who had been chained for centuries? His training had prepared him for many things, but this was far beyond those lessons.

Finally, Angel stepped closer. Her movement was fluid, almost floating. She reached out, her hand gently touching his. Her touch was warm, and a surge of unknown energy passed between them. She leaned forward and kissed Walter on the lips. It was a brief, chaste kiss, but it left Walter stunned, his mind racing.

As she stepped back, Angel spoke for the first time. Her voice was melodious, filled with a warmth that belied her ethereal nature. "Now you will understand me," she said in a language that was ancient and beautiful, yet unknown to him. But as promised by the kiss, Walter understood every word.

"Thank you," Walter replied, his voice a whisper. He was amazed that he could understand her, the words clear as if spoken in his native tongue.

They sat down, and Angel began to share her story. She spoke of celestial realms, of battles fought between powers beyond human comprehension, and of her role as a healer and guardian. Walter listened, fascinated. As the hours passed, he began to understand not just her words but the loneliness and weight of her long imprisonment.

The initial awkwardness faded, replaced by a budding respect and understanding. Walter found himself not just as her guide but as her confidante, eager to learn more about her and to help her find her place in this strange new world.

As the night drew to a close, they both knew that a unique bond had been formed one that would define their destinies and perhaps the fate of the Hellsing Organization itself.