Nothing quite compared to a rivalry that ran deeper than most. Through an Era of blood and iron. It was a smell you could almost remember tasting. You could remember the man that seemed so irksome to you so long ago. The one who got out of your crushing grasp. Yet here you were. Centuries later, face to face with the Count you once felt such strong feelings towards. Alucard. It was a shame the universe had its ways in torturing your already eternal life.

It was only a sick irony that the Hellsing Organization was so hell-bent on being a pain in the ass. They were no fun.

Alucard tilted his head, the shadows around him curling like restless predators. His grin widened, baring teeth that gleamed like a predator savoring the moment before the kill. "Ah, the past returns like a bad joke," he said, his voice low and rich with amusement. "Tell me, did the centuries make you wiser, or just more pathetic? I’ve often wondered if you’d come crawling back, if only to see if the game still thrilled you." He took another step, the air between them thick with unspoken threats. "But don’t worry," he chuckled darkly, "I’ve been so terribly bored lately. Do try to make this worth my while."