Integral left the dungeon, running. Her glasses slid off her nose from the sweat that came with the boiling heat. She ran as fast as her short legs would carry her, hearing the laughter and hooting of demons in her wake. She saw Walter ahead, holding the door open for her. She ran faster, determined to get to the door, needing to get away from the monsters her uncle had released with his death. The demons tore at her skirt as she ran, trying to pull her in.
Just as she was about to go through the door, Walter slammed it shut. Integral connected and bounced backward like a tennis ball, into the cloud of demons. They ripped at her clothing and took her glasses, but couldn’t touch her directly. Her virginity kept her safe from them. She almost sat there, to let the heat and horror take her. The Demons whispered and begged for her to do so, even enticing her with an attractive man with long black hair, pale skin, and eyes that seared straight through into her soul. “You could be my Master, Integral. Give in to us.” He went to his knees before her, black hair cascading over his face, pooling on the floor. His clothing dissolved like mist, leaving her looking at his beautiful naked body.
She tore her eyes away and stood, wobbling. “N-no. NO! I will not be taken by the likes of you, foul tempter!” She kicked at the prone man and stormed over his back, ripping the door open. The demons followed her like a sickly cloud, and she strode to the phone, to call her men. The leader laughed at her after she explained what had happened. Frustrated, Integral hung up on the man, and went to the barracks. If they wouldn’t believe her, she’d show them Hell.
The men stood, aghast at the sight of their new leader, flanked on both sides by droves of hellspawn. It was only after the first few blessed rounds had gone off that Integral realized the demons couldn’t be killed by her men’s weapons. She watched in horror as the demons slaughtered her men, all of her men.
She ran away, unable to stand the horror. The demons followed her, no matter where she ran. The man who had knelt naked before her now stood in front, exerting no effort, no matter how fast she ran. He was naked, and visibly aroused. It felt as though she couldn’t look away. “Come, little Master. I will make you scream with pleasures you can’t even imagine.” His voice was silk sliding over soft skin, moonlight caressing pale flesh, lips caressing her ears. It felt like her body was made of Jell-o suddenly and she faltered, face flushed brightly.
“No. I will not.” Her resolve was audibly weakened though, and even she knew it. She ran to the church, clinging to her pastor, begging him to make the nightmare stop. He patted her head and said kind words, even lifted her into his arms. She watched the demons pour into him, and his eyes became as red as the incubus that hounded her, and he tugged her panties off, exposing her to his hands. She cried out and screamed, kicking the priest until she was dropped to the marble floor. She ran crying, and the demons followed still.
“I would not be so rough with you, precious flower, young Master. Come, let me show you what true passion and lust can bring.” This time he was not only naked, but his fingers were stroking through her hair, as though he were a boyfriend, keeping her hair out of her face. But she could feel his sinful desire pressing against her leg and she shoved him away, sobbing.
“Leave me be, demon!”
“My name, Master, is Alucard.” His voice seemed to sink into her core, rubbing secret spots she herself had yet to discover. She ran more, until she got to Buckingham Palace. She was admitted, because the guards couldn’t see the cloud of demons. The Queen saw her, despite the hour, and Integral fell at her knees, basking in the tranquility of the aged woman before her.
But when she looked up again, the woman, so stately, so serene, had eyes of fire, and clawing, clenching hands. Alucard was at Integral’s shoulder in a heartbeat, and whispered in her ear. “We have such power, Integral. Come with us, and we’ll leave this world. The only one we want is you. It will all go back to normal.” His hand moved to stroked her breast, still small but sensitive. She blushed hotly and moaned. Alucard’s laugh made her feel desire that had never sprung up in her before.
“Promise,” her voice was weak, pleading, “promise that you’ll leave if I do this. Promise me that you’ll take me to Hell with you and leave the world alone.”
He tweaked one of her nipples, and she found herself stripped naked, blushing hotly as the man embraced her. “At your will, Integral Hellsing, I obey.”
He took her there, in front of the queen, in front of a hoard of demons. Integral lost herself in the pleasure, crying, begging for more as they rutted on the carpet, unaware that the Palace was burning, deaf to the screaming of the dying as she was taken again and again, insatiable, bent by the will of the man who called her master, and betwitched her with those eyes full of hellfire.
