Monsters and Angels

Still no own, the end is NIGH!!!! LoL


The moon was high above, and though Kieran, locked below the earth as he was, couldn’t see it, he could feel it. His eyes scanned the ancient stone floor, where the archaic symbols of the seal were slowly glowing to completion. A few brushes here or there and the gate would be open, the portal of heavenly wrath.

It wasn’t merely against the corrupt faces within the Vatican but the world as a whole. Yes. In the terror of one burning night would the world be reborn.

He was not fool enough to believe that all evil would be erased. It could never be. The agreement between heaven and legions of hell. Dark and light, the eternal balance. One needed the other. Always had, always would.

But people didn’t see that.

They deluded themselves with causes and beliefs. Wrapping themselves in rules and rigid codes of conduct for the sake of goodness. He glanced to the silver crosses on his gloves. Even this was untrue. When he had nearly died on that first dawn of changing he had learned a valuable truth.

There was no religion, no true faith. There was only God and one’s personal relationship with the almighty. Odd as it was, the Lord seemed very worldly at times.

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The pain had been blinding, and Kieran had been certain that death was to follow. His flesh blistered and boiled on his bones, his handsome visage cruelly obliterated by the harsh golden rays. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing death to take him, and then the shadow fell over him.

The pain almost instantly receded, leaving him to open his eyes to lock orbs with the bluest he’d ever encountered. Forcing his eyes to focus, he found himself staring a tall man, broad of shoulder in raiment of purest white, his crimson hair fell in tousled curls about his shoulders.

“He’s near done for” the stranger said and suddenly another face loomed before Kieran. A darker image. Eyes like deep purple gems, and hair blacker than Christian sins. His garb was of deep blue and he wore silver armor, and he chuckled as he stared down at the former man, blackened, charred and bleeding. “Not yet my friend, you can’t give up so easily ” he said jovially, “Not quite yet. You’ve got work to do”.

Large wings expanded blocking the sun, the feathers of them black as the hair on the talkative stranger’s head. Kieran’s eyes widened, and he managed to rasp a single word, “A- angel”. The dark one laughed then, displaying sharp white fangs, “Indeed we are. But that’s not for us to speak of just yet”. Kieran watched helpless as the clawed hand descended and the light was gone, leaving cooling peace in it’s wake.




Kieran had woke again days later in the safety of an aged monastery. The monks kind and quiet, soothing to him in his confused state. They said little and left a sword nearby his bed. Kieran knew at a glance that it was not his, and upon closer inspection he saw the blade was a silvery milky white. A beautiful metal.

Not of the world of men.

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The memories always filled with that strange tightness. Even now. Not just yet they had said. Something told him not just yet was just around the corner. He knew now that they had come to him. The highest of the angels. Michael, the heavenly brawler and Gabriel, his soft spoken companion who was as lethal as any.

He also knew that heaven, like earth was in near chaos and only they could stop it. The question was…. Which side they were on.

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Genova sighed, staring out into the endless day. The sun, golden sun, how she loathed it. For it robbed her daily, of the one thing wanted most. Him. Kieran. Who swathed himself in shadows below the citadel.

Soon though, she promised herself. They would be together, the yoke of servitude to the church of men would be thrown off. Her thoughts wandered to Integra and Alucard, free to touch each other, free to love, free to live.

Free. As she and Kieran had perhaps never been.

The world had changed so much in the short period of her life. Faith, once the stronghold of the masses had become a perilous venture. Who was right? Who was wrong? Who spoke truth? Who spoke lies? And faith in itself had become a killing offense.

Believe the wrong thing and you were marked for death. Sentenced to die. It had been t hat way for so long, and yet no one had really seen it, thought to question it.

How she despised organized religion, for all it’s good, it led the hearts of men to hell. There was nothing humans wouldn’t do in the name of belief. Keiran had chided her gently pointing out that not all believers were dangerous zealots.
Belief was a noble thing in his eyes, and if a person could muster even half that belief for his fellow man, couldn’t faith indeed change the world for the better?

She wanted to believe that. Wanted to sink beneath the calm, dark waters of his words, but her heart argued otherwise.

If such a thing could be possible, there would be no need to unseal the holies. And yet the seal was wearing thin even now.

With a troubled heart, she turned, making her way to the secret stair that led to her heart.

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Kieran felt her before he saw her. Her inner turmoil and he smiled.

The seal continued to snap and glow with arcane fire, in two days time it would flare in completion and the armies of the highest would pour forth. Armageddom. As a christian man he had feared it wholly. Had taken comfort that he would not likely live to see it happen.

Well part of that was true. He wasn’t alive to see it. Small comfort.

“Genova” he said softly, not turning to face her, “Your heart is crying”.

She pushed her long hair over her shoulder and pressed her cheek to his broad back, twining her arms about his middle.

“I… I am afraid” she admitted.

Of course she was, she was still only human.

“I have sworn to keep you safe with me” he pointed out, feeling her tighten her grip on his clothing.

“I could die” she whispered suddenly, “I could die before you turn me and that would leave you all alone!”

He sighed. “That is true.” he agreed softly, “Which is why I am taking every precaution to make sure it doesn’t happen”.

She stepped back as he turned, his large callused hand cradling her cheek, forcing her bright eyes to meet his own of bright green.

“Why can’t you do it now?” she asked, for the hundredth time. “I want to be with you. Always.”

Kieran folded her within his arms, resting his chin atop her head. Desire and sorrow raged through him. “Genova” he said then, “I have loved you for so long. So you think that I have not taken you because I don’t wish it?”

He felt her shake her head in the negative.

“No man can serve two masters” he explained again, his deep voice washing over her, “I want you to have all of me, I want to have all of you. I would share with no one, not even God. We have work to do Genova. If I should fall I would not condemn you to an eternity of darkness alone. I cannot do that.”

“But..”

“No! If I survive this, you are mine. If not, then you are free to go your own way.”

“You never…. Never touch me” she whispered, “Not as a man who loves his woman.”

Kieran was silent fighting his growing need, the desire in her voice.

“Is that your wish then?” he asked.

She looked up at him, “Well I sure as hell don’t want to die a virgin!”

He nearly laughed at the bold words but revealed only a smile and drew her closer to his length. “I never said I would not touch you. Only that I would not change you.”

Genova’s eyes fell closed as his mouth slid to her throat, his lips and tongue worshipping the pulse there.

Kieran wanted to bite, to sink deep inside of her in every possible way but he was a man of his word. Or demon of his word, whichever you pleased to use. His hands worked at the fastenings of her clothing, his mouth pressing against every revealed inch of flesh.

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In the villa, Integra was reading reports, her eyes scanning for anything that might help. Beside her, Alucard lounged against the wall in a very casual manner.

“You seem very relaxed considering that you are about to fight heaven.” she pointed out.

He chuckled, “No, with heaven.” he corrected, “I have fought angelics before Integra.”

She blinked owlishly, “What was it like?”

He purred at the memory, “Humans tell themselves that angels are these gentle, heavenly creatures filled with love and light and all manner of repugnant things. The truth is quite different however.”

The blonde leaned back in her chair, “I would imagine so, if they will stoop to let you in the ranks. A monster.” Her voice held no venom.

Alucard tipped his head back and smiled, “Why lovely Integra, they are monsters too. All fangs and claws and sweeping death. Heaven is far more militant and human than you could imagine.”

“Armegeddon” she breathed, “Who would have thought we would be see it?”

“Living forever I assumed I would, but look now we have front row seats. Oh goodie.” he replied in that dry tone that revealed his amusement.

Integra was not so flippant, as a human she had been taught to fear that time. And she told him so.

“But you aren’t human any longer and all those simpering priests who changed the word of God to suit them will be proven as liars. You will see.”

“You are not concerned at all.”

“No.”

“But they are to wipe out all evil Alucard. All.”

His garnet colored eyes softened momentarily, “And just what is evil really Integra? Are you? As a vampire you must be, correct?”

She looked uneasy. “I suppose that is true.”

He moved to stand beside her, plucking her from her seat and settling himself there with her atop on his lap, “Nonsense.” he muttered, “You aren’t half as evil I should like you to be little Hellsing.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes it is, now stop putting human ideals on an immortal. They never fit.”

And she truly hoped he was right.

She would fight with all her might to see this battle won, but in the end, it could very well mean an end to them. For weren’t they the damned souls of the world? It was a sobering thought. “Well the course is already charted” she muttered to herself, “And a Hellsing does not retreat.”

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“Our time has run out, their future has died” Gabriel said quietly, staring out over the city. His bright eyes filled with innate sadness. “This time will be unlike the others. Our justice will burn through heaven and earth.”

Michael stood beside him, his large hand on the hilt of his heavenly sword, “Its about time too” he said gruffly, “How many times must Armegeddon come? On this world, in heaven, on other worlds. They must be cleansed.”

Gabriel looked over at his friend with solemn eyes, “And you look forward to it every time.”

Michael looked outward, “I don’t Gabriel. No.”

Gabriel sighed, “We must do something to stop this once and for all.”

The swordbearer of heaven agreed, “As long as our master sleeps, there are those will try to take the throne. Which is why we must burn heaven as well. To prevent that.”

Gabriel nodded, “I know.”

When the seal was broken and the earthly plains were flooded with fighters, he and Michael would wipe clean the halls of heaven. For the sake of the future.

“Does Raphael stand with us?” Michael asked then.

Gabriel shrugged, “I cannot say, I only know that as the keeper of secrets he is forbidden to warn our enemies if he does not stand with us.”

“Well that’s helpful” Michael joked, slapping Gabriel’s shoulder, “Lighten up Gabe, we are the good guys remember?”

“And Alucard?”

Michael smiled a brilliant fanged smile, “Now him, I like. He can take and deliver an ass kicking with the best of us. We have to keep him around.”

Gabriel snorted with small amusement, “The prince of all evil?”

The dark haired angel shook his head, “Leave Lu out of this, we all just doing what we have to in order to keep the balance.”
“I wasn’t speaking of Lucifer.”

“You said prince of all evil, is Alucard really all that evil? Think about it.”

A light flared behind them and they turned, to see a pale figure, with white blond hair and golden eyes before them. “You know it isn’t nice to gossip about people.”

Michael stiffened at the purred tone, his eyes going wide. Beside him Gabriel stepped forward. “Lucifer?” he asked softly reaching out with seeking fingertips.

The slender blonde smiled gently back, “It’s been too long Gabriel”. Rose colored lips blossomed against the archangel’s fingertips.

“Hey! Hey none of that!” Michael barked, “When did she get here?”

Lucifer turned her feline eyes on him, “Only a moment ago, kind of hard to come home after you threw me out of heaven.” she pointed out.

“Orders are orders.” He defended. She lifted a golden brow, “is that so? Why did you make a me a male in the stories? Sexist.”

Gabriel watched his best friend and former lover growl at one another. Despite what everyone thought they were actually quite close themselves.

“Yeah well if you weren’t so high and mighty about that free will issue you could still be in heaven cozying up with lover boy there.” Michael challenged.

She stepped closer to him, as dangerous as he, as lethal. She lifted her clawed hand and brushed his hair back from his handsome face. Leaning up on her toes she pressed a kiss to his jaw, “And you missed me anyway. Now lets hurry and get this Armageddon on the road, I want to come home. I think my point that free will is dangerous has been justly proven.”

Michael scowled good naturedly, “Damn it Lu.”

“Nope. I have done enough of that.”

“You aren’t here to try and rig it in your favor?” he asked her.

She looked surprised, “As if that has ever worked in the past. No, I can swallow my pride. I just want to come home. Be restored to angelic status, all that. Humans aren’t fun anymore. I mean I used to have to work to corrupt them. Offer them all kinds of lofty rewards in exchange for a soul. Of course I always gave them a wager to win it back. They just weren‘t very good at playing.”

Gabriel smirked at her piqued look, “And now?”
Lucifer sighed in disgust, “Just the other day I saw a woman on a diet who said out loud that she would have sold her soul for a cheeseburger. Please. Give me quality to work with.”

“So that’s it?” Gabriel asked, “You give up?”

She smiled at him then, “My love you know I never give up. I just have to let this Armageddon bring fruition to all the seeds I have sown. Humans have already uncovered their demise. No more humans, no more free will. And maybe the master won’t try again.”

‘That won’t happen” Michael stated.

Lucifer looked out on the world, a sweet smile on her lips, “Care to wager?”