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Hellsing › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
38
Views:
23,371
Reviews:
115
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Hellsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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The sunlight streamed into the large ornate chamber, casting the aging wooden desk in a golden glow. Across it’s surface parchments and paper, texts and writing utensils were scattered about. The archbishop sat behind the monstrosity of duty, his finger steepled before his lined and careworn face.
“They have done so much” he mused sadly, “For the sake of humanity for the church”. His tone was heavy with regret, tinged with a sadness. Across from him, Demitri stood steadfast before him, expression unreadable. He seemed almost bored, but the archbishop knew that he was not. Far from it. Demitri had been very busy of late after all.
The younger man stood stoically, his golden hair and green eyes marking him as a northerner. The archbishop was in a difficult position, one that Demitri did not envy in the least. “They have seen to the destruction of non-humans for a very long time” he reminded the elder.
The archbishop nodded, “Yes, indeed, they have a most glorious history. True warriors of God” here he shook his head, “But times have changed. Things are not as they once were, even the monsters have changed”. He sighed, pressing his fingertips to his brow as though to erase a building ache. His robes had never felt so heavy as they did now.
“The fact remains however” he said at length, “That the dynamics of the situation have changed. The organization, for all it’s good, has become tainted by the smear of inhumanity that they have fought for so long……. I fear they have overstepped their bounds far too often to overlook something of this magnitude….”.
His voice trailed away, leaving Demitri with a cold feeling. The archbishop was not a hateful or cruel man, despite the need of so many others to use the church to gain power, he took his office for what it was. A charge of the Lord, and all were his flock to care for. Demitri shifted slightly, “Your orders my lord?” he pressed finally.
The archbishop’s expression lost it’s soft pondering and become stern, “I have no choice then” he announced, all uncertainty gone from his manner, “The organization must fall, to wipe clean the blade of heaven. They must be erased from this world for the sake of it”. His brown eyes, usually so kind and filled with compassion lifted to Demitri, “Tell Father Kieran to see to it himself, his unit must do this swiftly. Within the month. No one must escape”.
Demitri nodded and turned on his heel, “Your will be done sir”. He strode in smooth steps across the priceless carpets and slipped through the tall doors. “Not my will” the archbishop said sadly to no one at all, “God’s will”.
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Alucard perched atop the stone railing of the old palazzo. Mere steps before him, lay the darkened glass of the balcony doors leading to Enrico Maxwell’s bedroom. Alucard needed no light to see the swine sprawled across his silken sheets, sleeping so soundly.
“Yes you spineless excuse for a man, rest well while you can” he cooed to the sleeping mortal, “Even your God won’t be able to save you from me”. He wanted to slaughter the filth now, but the wards around his home were quite strong. While Alucard knew he could easily tear through them, it would only alert the Vatican to the fact that he was hunting them. He could wait.
‘Master’ came the sweet voice in his head, Seras working in the opposite end of the city, ‘I have found something of interest’. His lips stretched into a wide grin, as Seras sent him image upon image of the ramblings of a sleeping man’s mind. Shifting and contorting, he took to the air as fog and sped back to the house.
He materialized beside Walter as he cleaned weaponry. “We have a lead angel of death” he announced without preamble. Such antics would have startled anyone else, however Walter did not even pause in his actions, “Do tell” he replied.
Alucard chuckled, “You have never been afraid of me Walter” he mused, “I wonder why that is”. Walter sniffed lightly, “The only thing fearful about you Alucard, is your frightful taste is wardrobe” he answered. The vampire grunted, amused at the human’s sniping reply. He had always been fond of Walter for that reason. Living or not, Walter feared none of that.
“Maxwell’s plotting, and not only against Hellsing” he said. Walter set the pistol aside and met his gaze through the yellow glasses he was so fond of wearing. Alucard smirked, “Seems that being a knight of God is not enough for him any longer. He wishes to eliminate any and all in his rose to power”.
Walter was slightly shocked, “He plots against his own church?” The vampire nodded, “And has gathered a rather large following it would seem. Mostly Iscariot operatives, but there are a few in the hierarchy that support him as well. He is even enlisting the aid of foreign fighters.
The intent is to stage an attack on the key figures and make it look like an act of terrorism to the outside world. Those on the inside will recognize the signs of freaks and he will move easily into power in the resulting chaos. A hero of the church and people”.
Walter cursed, “And the kept vampire?” he asked, “have you discovered who it is?”. Alucard hadn’t and it irked him greatly, “As yet, no I haven’t but I will Walter. I can only conclude that whoever he is, he is like me. A true master vampire”.
Walter shuddered, he’d been worried about that. “Like that Incognito fellow” he growled. Alucard shook his head, “Not quite. This one is far more powerful than he was”. He seemed most pleased about that fact. “Why are you so damned happy about it?” Walter snapped, “Incognito very nearly took Sir Integra from you”.
Alucard curled his lip, the point of a deadly fang catching the light. A soundless threat. “No one will ever do that Walter. Not even your precious God. She’s mine, now and always”.
“They have done so much” he mused sadly, “For the sake of humanity for the church”. His tone was heavy with regret, tinged with a sadness. Across from him, Demitri stood steadfast before him, expression unreadable. He seemed almost bored, but the archbishop knew that he was not. Far from it. Demitri had been very busy of late after all.
The younger man stood stoically, his golden hair and green eyes marking him as a northerner. The archbishop was in a difficult position, one that Demitri did not envy in the least. “They have seen to the destruction of non-humans for a very long time” he reminded the elder.
The archbishop nodded, “Yes, indeed, they have a most glorious history. True warriors of God” here he shook his head, “But times have changed. Things are not as they once were, even the monsters have changed”. He sighed, pressing his fingertips to his brow as though to erase a building ache. His robes had never felt so heavy as they did now.
“The fact remains however” he said at length, “That the dynamics of the situation have changed. The organization, for all it’s good, has become tainted by the smear of inhumanity that they have fought for so long……. I fear they have overstepped their bounds far too often to overlook something of this magnitude….”.
His voice trailed away, leaving Demitri with a cold feeling. The archbishop was not a hateful or cruel man, despite the need of so many others to use the church to gain power, he took his office for what it was. A charge of the Lord, and all were his flock to care for. Demitri shifted slightly, “Your orders my lord?” he pressed finally.
The archbishop’s expression lost it’s soft pondering and become stern, “I have no choice then” he announced, all uncertainty gone from his manner, “The organization must fall, to wipe clean the blade of heaven. They must be erased from this world for the sake of it”. His brown eyes, usually so kind and filled with compassion lifted to Demitri, “Tell Father Kieran to see to it himself, his unit must do this swiftly. Within the month. No one must escape”.
Demitri nodded and turned on his heel, “Your will be done sir”. He strode in smooth steps across the priceless carpets and slipped through the tall doors. “Not my will” the archbishop said sadly to no one at all, “God’s will”.
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Alucard perched atop the stone railing of the old palazzo. Mere steps before him, lay the darkened glass of the balcony doors leading to Enrico Maxwell’s bedroom. Alucard needed no light to see the swine sprawled across his silken sheets, sleeping so soundly.
“Yes you spineless excuse for a man, rest well while you can” he cooed to the sleeping mortal, “Even your God won’t be able to save you from me”. He wanted to slaughter the filth now, but the wards around his home were quite strong. While Alucard knew he could easily tear through them, it would only alert the Vatican to the fact that he was hunting them. He could wait.
‘Master’ came the sweet voice in his head, Seras working in the opposite end of the city, ‘I have found something of interest’. His lips stretched into a wide grin, as Seras sent him image upon image of the ramblings of a sleeping man’s mind. Shifting and contorting, he took to the air as fog and sped back to the house.
He materialized beside Walter as he cleaned weaponry. “We have a lead angel of death” he announced without preamble. Such antics would have startled anyone else, however Walter did not even pause in his actions, “Do tell” he replied.
Alucard chuckled, “You have never been afraid of me Walter” he mused, “I wonder why that is”. Walter sniffed lightly, “The only thing fearful about you Alucard, is your frightful taste is wardrobe” he answered. The vampire grunted, amused at the human’s sniping reply. He had always been fond of Walter for that reason. Living or not, Walter feared none of that.
“Maxwell’s plotting, and not only against Hellsing” he said. Walter set the pistol aside and met his gaze through the yellow glasses he was so fond of wearing. Alucard smirked, “Seems that being a knight of God is not enough for him any longer. He wishes to eliminate any and all in his rose to power”.
Walter was slightly shocked, “He plots against his own church?” The vampire nodded, “And has gathered a rather large following it would seem. Mostly Iscariot operatives, but there are a few in the hierarchy that support him as well. He is even enlisting the aid of foreign fighters.
The intent is to stage an attack on the key figures and make it look like an act of terrorism to the outside world. Those on the inside will recognize the signs of freaks and he will move easily into power in the resulting chaos. A hero of the church and people”.
Walter cursed, “And the kept vampire?” he asked, “have you discovered who it is?”. Alucard hadn’t and it irked him greatly, “As yet, no I haven’t but I will Walter. I can only conclude that whoever he is, he is like me. A true master vampire”.
Walter shuddered, he’d been worried about that. “Like that Incognito fellow” he growled. Alucard shook his head, “Not quite. This one is far more powerful than he was”. He seemed most pleased about that fact. “Why are you so damned happy about it?” Walter snapped, “Incognito very nearly took Sir Integra from you”.
Alucard curled his lip, the point of a deadly fang catching the light. A soundless threat. “No one will ever do that Walter. Not even your precious God. She’s mine, now and always”.