Death doesn't speak with speech marks.

Nice story :D

Quite interesting.

... What does the new layer of red sand mean? I don't get it... Otherwise, great story!

Death is the death of people on THE DISCWORLD.

LOL! Well written :D

LOVE IT! Found this going through another reader's "favorites" list and had to explain to my fiancee why I was laughing so loudly. Awesome. Simply awesome.

Just think what would happen if Alucard and Susan met...

Alucard bargining with death? Yep, I can totally see that. But then again, I can also see Integra chatting with Susan over a cup of tea...Good job, by the way! Keep up the good work!

Kuri-Kuri

A very lovely fic! It's always wonderful to see Alucard having a reason to look forward to the future and feel manically happy (for me, at least), though alas it doesn't bode well for the world at all. Death is well represented too; it makes me wonder how many times Alucard had actually chatted with the fellow, and about what.

Lastly, the recently-appearing layer of red sand is superb.

i wonder what alucard has need for the lifespan of integral fairbrooks wingates hellsing. the endless possibilities.

ha ha ha

This was excellent, I loved it. The only thing I had trouble with was that the foot notes placed as numbers within the story where a tad disruptive. Please keep writing.

This was very interesting to read, I liked the imagery of the red sands of Integra's hourglass that you did.

Heh. Death was awesome and hrm, I love the ending. :D

Oh! Oh! Oh! Um, don't mind me. I just think this is fantastic. :D Oh, the possibilites! Everything about this is great, and you even included the footnotes.