Thread: The Promise of a Daughter

The mansion was HUGE, the size of a small island. Real marble pillars supported the arch way, an arch way with twin anti tnk rifles placed under the arch way. The house was a mis of defense and serious protection. The heavy etals doors were depelted uranium with a large seriously engraved H in them, the engraving was filled with gold. A young maid answered the door. Her uniform was an apron, her body bare except for it. She also wore fishnet stockings annd eight inch heels. The apron protected her modesty but only barely. She siled at the girl, Ah hello, you must be Mr. Hellsing's future wife, please follow me. Inside the house was heavy black tile and metal, and odd mix of barely dressed women, and heavily armmed and well trained men wearing body aromor that cost a small fortune. The house atorn spoke, as he walked, Mr. Hellsing made inherited the Hellsing Armerment Corporation from his great great grand father, who sold the Nazi's their weaponry and sold the Allies theirs. She walked easily, and scary quickly as she spoke, His father made many enemies, and Thomas haas only made more, he's the leader of a branch of mercenaries, and H.A.C. is one of the major arms distributors in the world, Asian, Vietam, Afganistan, aywhere where people are killing eachother, they are useing H.A.C. weapons and begging Mr. Hellsing to sed them more troops, hell even your own government is useing him in your current war. As they passed two large busty blonde making out and a trohpy case. It shwoed pictures of three en, all lookign simulr but different shaking hands with various people of note. Everyone from Hitler to Obama. Various medals for service and other things. It was obvious more than a few conflicts had invovled the Hellsing family. The woman spoke again, Each heir to the Hellsing Family is trianed to be the best of the best, to outwit an eemy in the board room, and to cut a child's throat if nessassary in the field, problem is being a killer from the age of six years old tends to leave a perso entally unstable, Thoas it a coin flip, some days he's a lovable pervert, others he's a paraoid man who half the world publicly hates, and the other haf wouldn't hesitate to stab him in the back. Soon they were at a large glass door. Dozens of women were swimming around very naked. Thoas smiled as he saw her. He pulled himself up from the pool. His body was amazing, muscle upon muscle, but ot in a wall sort of way. The man obviously had artial arts training and his body seemmed liek a coiled steel line. He was tall at 7 foot dead even, white blond hair that reached his lower back dripped with water. It was kept in a super tight asian style braid. His dark blue eyes almsot seemed to glow like a low fire. However the second ost striking thing about him after his size was the scars. A mix and mash of them on his torso. Some from bullets, others from bladed weapons, still others unidentifiable. The third thing was how pale his skin was, almost like paper more than skin. Three thin scars went downn hsi left eye, the one dead center went all down the side fo his face. Two saller ones went fro the eyebrow down to about an inch past the eyeball. Thomas nodded to them. Waving a hannd over one of the aormored individuals broguht him a H.A.C. 10 guage autotic shotgun, which he pointed into the air and held the trigger down. Soon ll the women were looking at him s he tossed the gun into the pool he told the women to get out. They did rather quickly. The maid rolled her eyes, I swear sometimes I think he's nine years old. Soon she had slid the door open saying, Go ahead sweetie, and don't worry he won't hurt you, probably.