Prologue

The Man and the monster fought with great effort. The man - to kill and survive, the monster – to play gentle so his new toy won't break. However, the blond hair of the Knight was already soaked in blood, as well as the garments. Everything was falling apart. She was already dead, it was just a matter of time.

And then it happened – the portal opened, taking away the blood soaked figure. The monster stared dazzled…And it was gone. His toy took its leave.

Slowly restoring his human form, the one left behind examine the pentagram. It was simple and easy to do even if you don't know much about its originals. It was an escape-route, appearing once in a lifetime, a door to another world, alternative universe.

Maybe his old Mistress was far better than he believed. Discovering this and using it to the best advantage was a very good work for a mere mortal even if the Hellsing blood runs through her veins. Arranging this now, when this portal is possible was going to give her 76 years to prepare for their next meeting and he was going to look forward to it. And so the world was left to the monster, once cherished as a saviour, the one who exterminates the monster even if he's one...

Chapter one: The Witch of Britannia

Area 16, Holy Empire of Britannia, May 2nd, 2005, a.t.b.

"My Knight, Gilbert G.P. Guilford, what are you hiding?" asked the purple headed woman as the 25 years old dark-haired Knight finished the report.

Princess Cornelia was good at sensing trouble, noticed he. Even if he knew that it wasn't necessary to tell her this he couldn't keep it once he's asked.

"Your Highness, news from the Carpathians arrived a while ago. Sir Integral Wingates Fairbrook Hellsing had died during a terrorist attack."

The Princess looked at him, as if she was making sure that he's not joking. "That's...Not possible" said she at once. "Let them check better. I know that woman; she's too good to be dead."

"Her Knightmare was destroyed. None of her comrades survived. The ones whose bodies were found were impaled! Headless, bloody and barbaric." continued Guilford. "That's what the report says."

Something in Cornelia broke. "Are you sure about this?"

"Judging by the reports there is no possibility for Sir Hellsing to survive that much damage on the frame. She's dead. The funeral is to be held at her family's cemetery, in Old London's outskirts in a week."

"I'll attend." said the Princess without hesitation. „Make all the necessary preparation for my leave. I believe that Area 16 shouldn't collapse without my presence. "

"Yes, Your Highness. If you will excuse me I'll go take care of these matters."Guilford asked if it was alright to take his leave.

The princess didn't answer. In fact she was silently crying. Britannian Princesses don't cry in public. Or at least that was said in the rumours. Very untrue, even the 2nd Princess Cornelia la Britannia cries from time to time. Fighting on the battlefield, by your army, by the side of your Knight was one thing. Commanding armies was easy, or at least it was easier than being just the next human losing a precious friend.

"Integral was a close friend of mine" explained Cornelia "We both attended the Royal Academy of War craft. In fact she was my senior by two years. By the time we were close she graduated and went to the Battlefield. We haven't seen each other in a while, but she's one of the people I admire."

"Do you need something of me, Your Highness?" asked the man "How can I be of service?"

"I need comfort. Something to hold on to." declared the Princess."And all that is left to hold is you. The one she recommended after she refused to become my Knight." there was no pity in her voice. Just lack of hope.