A Hellsing fanfic
A/U: Ten years after Millennium’s attack on London
Author’s note: I do not own Hellsing, but I do love making sure Enrico goes through as much physical abuse at the hands of Integra XD
Enrico Maxwell hated confession duty. Sitting in a small box waiting for someone to come and confess their sins.
The worst part was actually listening to the parishioners as they prattled off a list of their ‘sins’, their identity protected by a screen divider.
But Enrico could tell who was who, by their voices. So it made no difference to him. It was just boring….
the door is opening, time to pretend to be the loving priest that cared about this poor sod’s soul.
“Forgive me Father, for I am about to sin.”
Wait…. what? Why did that voice sound so familiar? That accent…was that cigar smoke???
Suddenly two gloved hands broke through the screen, grabbing Enrico’s neck and pulling him right through screen.
His stunned face was merely a couple of inches from the very pissed face of Integra Hellsing’s.
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