Hello! This was an idea that popped into my head a few days ago. I'd always thought of it, but I never really considered going through with it until now. Imagine the great monster Alucard, plunged into a world where monsters are popping up on a daily basis, and an ASSOCIATION is created to stop them! For the most part, this is gonna show events from the anime, with some slight changes, but it's setting the mood for what's about to come. This is my 2nd OPM crossover, and I hope you enjoy it as much as my first. Well, that's what you're going to find out with this all-new fanfic! So, without further ado, here is Chapter 1!


The chamber was quiet. A huge spiral staircase was covered with some sort of green slime or binding glue that was spread all over. On the walls of this staircase, several pipes and metal sheets were stuck to the walls of the staircase, and a ladder led down maybe 10 floors until it reached the base of this building. At the bottom of this foundation, a monster with a single eye and multiple smaller arms was sitting alone at a round table. On this bottom base, the structure had boney, gothic statues and designs all around. Torches were spread all across the room, and several ledges and balconies were erected, clearly meant for a very large crowd.

Sitting in the center of this monumental coliseum, was a monster of immense size. Standing at around 20 to 30 meters tall, the monster had several large spikes pointing upwards above his head. His skin was cracked, with empty eyes, and had several rows of pointed teeth inside his mouth. His claws were about as large as katanas, but 10 times thicker. On his shoulders, wrists, legs, and fingers, there were several monstrous snake heads with more pointed teeth. On his knees, there were large snake skulls, and for his overall clothing, there was a single cape that was connected to a circular, scaly joint in the center of his chest and a piece of cloth on his lap.

"Gyoro, how goes your work?"

The much smaller, one-eyed monster looked up to the hulking monster. "Master Orochi, I believe I have been successful in my efforts. So far, I have recruited 15 wolf-level monsters, 8 tiger-level monsters, 3 demon-level monsters, and 1 dragon-level monster."

Orohi slammed his fist on the armrest of his throne, causing Gyoro to jump in his seat. "That's barely enough to take out even a single S-class hero, much less the entire Hero Association!" Orochi's booming voice echoed throughout the coliseum.

Gyoro struggled to regain his voice. "Yes. Well um, you see, most of the monsters have been uncooperative, and since I can only control 10 spy drones at a time, it's difficult for me to search from multiple areas. Have you finished creating your monster cells?"

Orochi shook his head. "It will take my body at least a few weeks to finish creating the monster cells. You need to become more effective in the monster recruitmen if our plans are to succeed."

"Did I forget to mention the other news?"

"No. Don't sugarcoat it, Gyoro."

"Of course. Ranissam!"

Footsteps came from the corridor. Coming from behind Gyoro Gyoro, a creature in a black hooded cloak came walking in. Although his face nor body was visible, Orohi could see his fingers were shriveled, thin, and old. In fact, they almost looked... wooden. The mysterious being lifted the hood off of his head and revealed his face: his entire face was a flat circular surface. His eyes were replaced by two clocks, and his mouth was just a thin line.

"Who is this?"

"This is Ranissam. He is a wolf-level mysterious being. You might be asking to yourself why such a frail mysterious being like this would be an asset to the Monster Association. Well, you see, he has an ability that even with my psychic powers, I do not possess. He can see into other realities."

"Oh? And exactly how is that going to help us?"

It was Ranissam who spoke. "Master Orochi, is it? Well, through my delving into other realities, I have found a monster of such immense strength that even you will be impressed."

Ranissam rose his hands and up into the air and fired a projection. On the projection screen revealed an ongoing pistol duel between two creatures. "These are vampires. In this reality, vampires stalk in the shadows of the night, and very few are even aware of their existence. This is merely a flashback. On the left, the vampire goes by the name Luke Valentine, and on the right is the one I was talking about: Alucard. Just watch, and you will see what I mean."

Orochi did as Ranissam suggested, and watched this ongoing duel. It perplexed him that Alucard was not even trying to dodge and just stayed in his seat. He thought Alucard was done for, and his confidence had been his downfall like several other monsters. However, he was wrong. The markings on Alucard's gloves started to glow, and his entire body became black and covered with eyes. Then, in an unexpected twist, Alucard's body fell to pieces, and several specter hellhounds burst out of his chest. Luke ran like a coward, and Alucard suddenly reappeared from the mass of black matter and shot Luke's legs off. A dialogue went on, but Alucard quickly finished it and sent his dogs to eat their treat. Several more battles like these went on, with combatants that had formidable weaponry, strength, speed, and regeneration, and yet Alucard bested all of them with the dominance, bloodlust, and glee expected of a monster.

But his interest peaked when he saw Alucard summoning a horde of hundreds, maybe thousands of undead humans. It was as if they were huge tidal waves, crashing over all of his opponents and drowning them in this ocean of death. It was... unreal.

"I see what you mean. Alucard would make a very useful addition to the Monster Association."

"Quite. And he's not the only one; there are several more like him in that dimension with powers just as unique as his," said Ranissam.

"And with such a lust for battle, it's basically guaranteed he will join us," added Gyoro Gyoro.

"I see. Very well. Alucard will bring us one step closer to completing our plans."

Gyoro Gyoro nodded. "Yes. Soon, we will begin our assault on the humans and kill them once and for all."


500 years ago, he held back the Ottoman Empire. 100 years ago, he paralyzed London. And today, his ghostly shadow casts itself over the ruins of the city that was once London for the battle against dark and light.

His opponent, Alexander Anderson, was the warrior, the knight in shining armor he had been waiting for so long to challenge him, the dragon in the keep. All the desperate, pathetic pigs: Luke Valentine, Tublacain Alahambra, Rip Van Winkle, and the hundreds of undead Nazi vampires who had sacrificed their humanity for power and eternal youth, they were simply dogs. Well, one was dog shit, but the rest were just a smidge above him. No, there were only a few humans who stood out from the masses, those few who had the bravery, the determination, and the willpower to stand up to monsters like himself. They were the humans that he truly envied, because in the face of death, they would never abandon their humanity in exchange for their lives. No, they would fight until the day hell froze over.

"What will you do now? Your dragon stands before you, Catholic. You plan to slay me, is that correct? How likely are your chances of survival? One in a hundred? A thousand? A million? No, maybe a billion stands to reason."

"Your taunts mean nothing to me. I am prepared to slay you even if the odds are one in a trillion."

"Oh, and how do you plan to do that? You're bruised and bleeding; your arm is hanging by a few threads of meat. How are you going to win? Will you die like a dog of the Church? Or on your feet like a man?"

"You think that something like a torn arm will pare my unwavering loyalty to God? Now silence! And attack me! Hurry! Hurry!"

Alucard smiled. "Excellent. Humans are such fascinating creatures." Hundreds of thousands of his familiars took form, creating a distant barrier between the dragon and the knight.

With the passion of god flowing through him, Anderson charged through the gates of hell, his bayonets sharpened for battle. As soon as Anderson began his assault, the familiars began dropping like flies. The progress he was making in such a short period of time became palpable; it was like his bayonets were a lawnmower, and the familiars were merely grass being cut down by the blades of God. Blood, guts, and bayonets were flying through the air as Anderson made his way through the horde of undead familiars. "Exploding Chain!" From Anderson's coat wrist came a series of long chains that latched themselves onto the heads of the familiars, burning them alongside any familiars next to them in a fiery explosion.

"More! MORE! MORE!" Anderson's fury and determination only grew as each bayonet pared these undead monstrosities. Now swinging with both hands, Anderson hacked and slashed at all of the familiars, watching their lifeless bodies falling to the ground and being crushed under the weight of his body. Anderson stabbed his bayonet and sent it plunging through the head of the next familiar that stood in his way. But for the first time, it wasn't enough to bring the monster down; with Anderson's hand still gripped on his bayonet, he could do nothing to protect himself as the strong familiar grabbed his arm. Anderson let out a moan of pain. But then, his ears picked up the sounds of clopping and metal clanging. He looked behind the familiar, and noticed an armada of knights with lances charging toward him, their eyes red and full of blood.

'Is this how I die? What a disappointing death. Forgive me, God.' Anderson grimly braced for the dozens of javelins about to stab themselves into his chest, when out of nowhere, a shower of bullets were shot from behind him, quickly sending the knights in the front of the armada to their permanent deaths.

Anderson clenched his teeth. There was only one person it could be. "Damn it! I ordered you to return to the Vatican! You stupid fools!" Heinkel, whose guns were still releasing smoke from her fired rounds, spit her cigarette out of her mouth and shouted back to her superior, "And what did you expect us to do? Just pack up our things and go back to the Vatican like a bunch of cowards?! If we did that, none of us could call ourselves soldiers of Iscariot!"

""By the cry "Amen" and the slaughter of the unworthy, the world slip it back into place."" The familiar who had Anderson locked in a death grip quickly had his eyes sliced off of his body, and standing behind him, Anderson's faithful disciple, Yumie, stood with her katana unsheathed. "Those are the words that you taught us to live by every day of our lives! Do you think we would abandon your teachings and our beliefs? You are the fool, Father Anderson."

"You imbeciles! All I wanted was for the legacy of the Catholic Church to live on! To have the Pope be protected by the soldiers of God! Too many of us have gone to Limbo this day." Anderson turned his head back to the army of familiars. "But since I'm charging full-speed into hell, I believe some company wouldn't hurt. I guess we're going to do this together, then."

At his words, dozens of the soldiers of Iscariot lined up behind Father Anderson, ready to rally under their leader.

"Let us tell them who we are!"

"WE ARE THE SOLDIERS OF ISCARIOT! WE ARE JUDAS ISCARIOT!"

"CHARGE!"

With an army of their own to match this army of the dead, the lost souls were mowed down with an even quicker speed than before. Dozens by dozens, these zombies were slain by the soldiers of Iscariot, but as every dozen were killed, one hundred more came to take their place.

While the men of god were fighting through the army, a javelin pierced through the throat of one of the Iscariot soldiers. Blood began spilling out of his throat, and the soldier didn't need a doctor to know he wouldn't make it. There was only one thing he could do now. "T'ill Death!"

Hienkel stopped in her tracks when she heard those words. She turned back and gasped. "NO!" The soldier's jacket was unzipped, revealing a huge set of explosives strapped to his chest, with the cross hanging just over it. "Go to hell, you beasts!" The soldier pulled the cord, and his body was burned beyond recognition in his tragic yet successful suicide, with hundreds of familiars joining him in the flames. These explosions quickly began to increase, as the members of Iscariot were being outnumbered by the monumental numbers of Alucard's familiars.

But all of those deaths had not been in vain; with a final slash, Anderson leaped past the final familiar through a cloud of smoke. When he landed with a thud, a line of smoke came out of Anderson's mouth. Alucard stood on the rubble, standing above on the perch like a predator watching over his prey.

"You stand before me. I'm impressed, Iscariot. Show me more." Alucard took out his guns and smiled. "SHOW ME MORE, ALEXANDER ANDERSON!"

Alucard prepared for an attack, but instead, Anderson took a strange box out of the inner pocket of his trench coat. "You are not the only one who carries a mighty weapon, monster."

"Oh? Is this the toy that will defeat me?" asked Alucard, smiling with utmost confidence. Anderson said nothing, and broke the box with his hand. Alucard's smile instantly faltered; his nostrils became filled with the scent of something... holy. "A nail?" The realization of what this object really was struck him, and he frowned. "The Shroud of Turin, the Holy Grail, the Lance of Longinus... Should I assume that you're threatening me with the last of the holy artifacts of Rome?"

"Oh yes..."

"It smells of ancient blood and miracle... The Nail of Helena..."

To Alucard's shock, instead of pouncing at him with the nail, Anderson turned the point of the nail to his heart. "PREPARE YOURSELF, ALUCARD!"

Alucard's eyes widened, and his face twisted in shock and anger. "What do you think you're doing?! ANDERSON, STOP IT! Do you have any idea what that nail will do to you? It will distort your very body and soul; it will turn you into one of God's monsters! Maintain your humanity! Don't succumb to power! Either side, it amounts to the same deal. Whether in the name of the divine or the demonic, you're still a monster in the end! Do you intend to use that scrap of miracle to become nothing more than a scrap of miracle yourself? This duel between us... Would you really push it this far? Into the borders that lie beyond humanity? A lowly creature such as myself, a pathetic shell of a man who couldn't even bear the weight of his human life, who chose to become a demonic monster and abandon everything I believed in for survival. If a monster such am myself is to be defeated, it must be by a man and a man alone! Not a dog or a monster, it must be a man with the bravery of one thousand knights."

Alucard's face twisted back into regular shape, and his eyes softened. Anderson almost stuttered back by what he saw in this vampires eyes: plea.

From the spectating field outside of the battle, Seras Victoria and Sir Integra were watching this duel with seriousness and concern. But more importantly, Seras, along with Father Anderson, was unnerved by the look in her master's eyes. Never had she seen him with any sort of emotion, any sort of sadness in his eyes.

"Don't do it, human. Don't become a monster. A monster like me."

Anderson slightly dropped his arm in hesitance, but his face still remained a stone wall. "I want nothing more than to be a weapon of divine punishment and judgement. A weapon wielded by the Lord Almighty to conduct his heavenly work down below his glorious kingdom. I would have loved to be born as a natural disaster, a storm, a mighty hurricane created by God. Without pity, without regret, and without emotion. And if this relic in my hand can transform me into such a thing, then I, Alexander Anderson, will happily throw away my humanity in the name of God."

With all of the passion, fury, and love for god flowing through him, Anderson screamed and stabbed the Nail of Helena straight into his heart. Alucard flinched when he heard the sound of the nail piercing through his chest.

Only drops of blood dripped out of wound. From the nail, thorns began to grow, spreading throughout the former human's body and infecting him with its holy power. He did it. Alexander Anderson had actually abandoned his humanity, making the same fateful mistake Alucard once made 500 years ago in a time long forgotten; once God's assassin, the bayonet priest had turned himself into the Monster of God, a demon of holiness.

Alucard was clenching his teeth so hard they could break from the pressure building. "You fool..." Alucard began walking from his spot on the ledge toward Anderson until he was standing directly over the crouched priest. Letting his rage take command of him, Alucard pointed his pistol straight for Anderson's head.

"YOU BLOODY FOOL!" But before he could pull the trigger, his arm and his head were sliced off from his body by Anderson's bayonet. But such wounds were trivial for a vampire like himself; Alucard fired his Jackal, which ripped off the right side of Anderson's face, and broke his spectacles in the process. Blood was pouring out of both of them like water fountains.

Both monsters staggered back from the blows. On one side, the demonic matter of the familiars regenerated the vampire's body, and on the other side, the thorns of the Nail of Helena were reforming Anderson's splintered face.

"It's thorns... All thorns..." said Yumie in a state of bewilderment at what had happened to her teacher.

Alongside her, Heinkel was just as shocked as she was. "Anderson, what in God's name have you done to yourself?"

Alucard watched Anderson's regeneration with pure rage. "His body is no longer that of a human. The only way either of us will return to dust is if we have it gouged out of us: the sickness in our hearts."


Destruction, chaos, and bereaved citizens were running rampant through a city in a land far, far away. In City A, one of 26 cities on this planet with four orbiting moons, a monster was wreaking havoc, destroying buildings, massacring men, women, and children, and defeating all of the foolish humans who dared challenge his divine power.

For flying in the sky, a monster of purple skin and two large antennae on his head was destroying all of City A with powerful energy balls and blasts of lightning he conjured in seconds.

Dozens of blocks away, the headquarters of the Hero Association was attempting to assess the threat level of this new monster that was attacking A-city.

"How many heroes have been deployed?!"

"Lightning Max and Smiley Man were sent, but it appears that they've been taken out!"

"Give me an assessment of the threat level stat!"

Lightning Max and Smiley Man were knocked out, lying on the ground with bruises and dirt all over their bodies. A few meters away, Vaccine Man was walking with a calm stride. He formed another lightning bolt, and destroyed all of the adjacent buildings with the blast.

"As you can see, the devastation of these explosions is truly dramatic!" A news team was risking their lives attempting to get this destruction on footage for the public's view. "With a monster of such unprecedented strength, the Hero Association is analyzing the threat level in order to properly-"

Those were his last words before the transmission was abruptly cut off, leaving static in it's place. But what those newscasters didn't know was that a certain bald-headed man was watching this broadcast, and he'd just realized that this was a tad bit more than the noobish heroes could handle.

"I guess I'll go."


The battle between the monsters of heaven and hell raged on, and Father Anderson was only getting stronger as he adapted to his new body.

"What has he become, Master Integra?" asked Seras.

Integra stood with a serious gaze. "He has become neither a man, nor a demon. He is neither day, nor night. He is just a monster, nothing more, and nothing less."

Father Anderson jumped up into the air, and from his body expanded more and more vines until a cross was formed behind him, with Anderson at the center.

Alucard aimed his Jackal at Anderson, but it was too late. Anderson's bayonet fired at speeds even faster than Alucard's reflexes could anticipate. The bayonet cracked through his skull and into his brain. Now enchanted with the magic of the Nail of Helena, from the bayonet grew more thorns, spreading into Alucard's brain and through his chest.

Alucard's familiars suddenly burst into flames; with their master's life force draining and the pyro-kinetic abilities gained through the nail, Alucard's familiars finally returned to the dust from which they came. The flames spread and enveloped Alucard, weakening him and scorching all of his organs. The vampires eyes were slowly closing. Death was closing in on him.

"MASTER!"


"Mommy! Daddy!" The cries of an anguished and bereaved little girl were filling the ravaged city. No heroes were there to help her; her parents were gone, her home was destroyed, and she was all alone.

Her grief was so great, that she was completely unaware of the very monster that caused all this destruction walking right behind her. The monster stood above the poor girl, observing her agony up-close.

"Hahaha..." The monster reached out to the girl, mutated his arm by adding spikes and increasing it in size, and squeezed the life out of the girl. Well, at least, that's what he thought. But when he looked into his hand, there was nothing. "Hmm?" The monster turned and realized that a newcomer, a bald man with a fluttering white cape, had the girl safely nestled in his arms.

The creature lifted his head up and stared. "You're a slippery little bastard. Who are you?"

The bald man smirked. "Just a guy who'se a hero for the fun of it. The name's Saitama."

The purple monster scoffed. "Are you serious? What kind of half-assed story is that? Mine is far superior! I am Vaccine Man!

"The Earth is a single living organism, full of complex life and beautiful nature. Human's are a filthy disease, destroying everything they see, eating away at Earth's precious life force little-by-little." As he spoke, his entire body began to mutate. His body began to increase in size, the spikes on his arm spread so they were all over his body, his teeth became elongated, and his eyes went from white to blood red. "In order to wipe away the sickness of this planet, the Earth and her infinite wisdom has given birth to me! You say you do this for fun? FOR FUN?! How dare you confront Mother Earth's apostle for such a ludicrous reason!"

Vaccine Man was now 18 meters in height. He now had four arms, and his claws and fangs were now the size of swords. "Behold the power of the Earth Almighty! Now prepare yourself to join Mother Earth deep below!"


"MASTER!"

Seras Victoria quickly sprinted to his master's aid, for she knew he was in mortal danger. The female vampire grabbed Anderson's bayonet, her red eyes burning with an even brighter shade of maroon with the anger and worry for her master burning even brighter in her vampiric soul. "MASTER!"

Seras whimpered when she felt cold vines beginning to wrap around her forearm and crept around her neck. But that feeling of cold quickly faded away, for now her entire arm was doused in Anderson's flames. Seras wailed as the flames spread across her skin.

"Master! MASTER!"

"Stop your yelling, Police Girl!" Seras' eyes widened, and her mouth was agape. "Master?"

"Your awful ruckus is splintering my ears! Why must you always insist on such dramatic shouting? You'll wake the dead at this rate..."

The female vampire could do nothing but smile at her master. "My Master..."

Anderson gritted his teeth in rage. How could he recover from his attack like that? Alucard's arm began to regenerate, with a trail of dark matter spewing from it. He placed his hand on Anderson's.

"Alexander Anderson! There was a moment in which you had the opportunity to slay me! You had your chance, and you wasted it. I would have let you tear my heart out of my very body, but now that you have become an abomination of God, I will not allow you to defeat me!" The bayonet snapped in half, and the vines wrapped around Alucard rapidly tore off. Alucard's entire body was now a fluid, red mass of dark matter in the shape of a man, his gloves being the only parts of him not covered in this matter.

"Only a human could dare hope slay a monster!"

The symbols on Alucard's gloves began to glow bright red. Alucard finally took on a tangible form, but unlike his regular form, his red cravat and red flock overcoat were gone, leaving only his dark charcoal suit as his last pieces of garments.

Alucard crossed his hands so both were perpendicular, and the symbols glowed bright red once again. "RWAHHHH!"


"Now prepare yourself to join Mother Earth deep below!" Vaccine Man launched himself at Saitama with his teeth bared and his claws unsheathed. "This is the price you pay for confronting Mother Earth's Apostle for such a trivial and minute reason! But that's to be expected from a filthy hu-" Those were Vaccine Man's last words before he was utterly obliterated by a single, lackadaisical punch from Saitama, sending hundreds of liters of green blood and bits of brains flying everywhere, the green intestines and chunks of purple organs and bits of his skin spilling all over A-city.


Alucard dashed for an attack on Anderson; the bayonet priest retaliated by launching a stream of vines. But Alucard's new form wasn't just for show; Alucard was able to expertly outmaneuver all of his attacks with ease. No matter how many vines took the place of the pared vines, Alucard continued to dodge and slash them away. It was already too late for Anderson.

With a tremendous thrust of his hand, Alucard plunged his fingers through Anderson's body and grabbed the monster's heart, the nail still stabbed in its center. In a desperate attempt for survival, the vines enwrapped themselves around the heart, but it was fruitless. Alucard ripped the heart from Anderson's body with all his might. The vines were stained with blood, and Anderson's entire body became pale white, with his lower legs being severed from the rest of him.

Alucard stared at the heart of his enemy. He snarled, and crushed it in the palm of his hand, sending even more of his enemy's blood spilling all around him.

Seras gasped in shock and awe.

"All it took was one attack..."


"All it took was one punch... Not again..."

Saitama clenched his fists and yelled up to the heavens. "DAMN IT!"


The battleground was silent. Alucard was staring down at his fallen nemesis. The wind whipped at Alucard's hair, sending it fluttering through the air. Anderson, the Bayonet Priest, the trump card of Iscariot and one of the only warriors who ever posed a threat to him, was finally defeated. But Alucard was none too pleased. Not in the slightest.

"YOU AND I ARE THE SAME!"

Gasps spread through the spectators like wildfire, except for Integra, who quietly took out another cigar and put it in her mouth. Alucard dropped down to his knees like a defeated soul, placing his hands on his face as he could not bear to stand another brave soul burdened with the weight of this monstrous body. "You are me! I was just the same! Don't you understand that this is how I became what I am?!"

What Alucard did next was something that Seras thought she would never see in her now immortal lifetime: her master, Vlad the Impaler, the Vampire King, the monster that consumed his opponents, his soldiers, and his subjects, was sobbing on the ground, covering his eyes with his hands, and tears of blood running down his cheeks.

Suddenly, soft laughter filled the air, causing Alucard to look up from his palms. "Demons do not cry. Are those the tears of a long dead child?" The bayonet priest had not yet perished, and he still had the strength to muster up a voice. "Demons do not cry. You became a demon because you could no longer cry. Humans cry, and when their tears finally run dry, they become nothing. Just a pale shadow, a demon or a monster, and one final prayer for death. So laugh demon. Laugh that arrogant, condescending laugh of yours, but just know that today, I beat you to it."

Alucard was now standing up, his frown disappearing as he opened his ears and his very soul to his adversary. "Farewell, my nemesis. I'll see you at the gates of hell."

Anderson, or what still remained of Anderson, grinned. The peak of dawn was beginning to rise just above the horizon, shining it's holy light onto Anderson. The bayonet priest reached his hand out to the stars as his soul began to slip into eternal rest. "I can hear them. The voices of the children. I can hear them. I should... I should go. They're waiting for me; is that... is that really you, Maxwell?" The soldiers of Iscariot were on their knees, their eyes watery in the face of their superior's tragic demise.

"Don't cry, children. Say your prayers before you sleep. Amen, children." These were the last, stirring words of God's Assassin before the last of his mummified remains were carried off into the wind. God's assassin had finally rejoined his holy contractor.

Alucard gave one last look at the remains of Alexander Anderson, and smirked in respect of his ultimate adversary.

"Amen."

But in the spur of this deep moment, an unknown intruder stepped on the head of Anderson, defiling his final remains. A flurry of glowing blue wires were then spread throughout the desolate streets, slicing through the stone buildings like it was cutting through paper. The buildings quickly tumbled down like a Jenga tower, creating dust clouds around the base of the city.

The dust quickly began to clear, but what it revealed was something despicable. Integra's mouth dropped open, causing her cigar to fall onto the ground; Seras gasped, and Alucard's eyes slightly widened. The man who was controlling these blue wires was a man with jet black hair who appeared like he was in his thirties. He wore the attire of a butler, and on the bridge of his nose was a monocle, covering his right eye. The three Hellsing members recognized this man instantly.

"Walter, is that you?!"


The sun had set. The flourescent light was shining brightly in the rinkydink market store. Walking out with a plastic grocery bag in his hand was the hero named Saitama. He'd just finished pounding that purple antenna monster, and a few hours later, he killed another gargantuan monster that was as tall as a mountain with only a single punch. What a day.

But something kept nagging at Saitama's conscious. Every day since he gained this unimaginable strength, he felt his emotions growing more and more distant from him. Everything he once felt: sadness, happiness, passion, they were all gone. It was as if in exchange for power, he lost an essential part of himself.

Just a few feet away, some really big monster or something was tearing up a car parked on the sidewalk. The monster noticed Saitama's presence, and immediately walked up to him. This monster stood about 3 meters tall, with the body of a car, the spot where his privates and his pooper would be replaced by license plates.

"I'm Super Custom YO649Z Mk. II! I love building cars. In fact, I got so hooked on cars that I decked myself up, and became a mon-". Saitama simply listened to this boring monologue while he continued to lament about his tedious feelings of boredom. In battle, he used to have all sorts of intense feelings coursing through him: anger, dread, passion.

"-, and if you were thinking of getting in my way, I'll put spin sign on that big headlight of yours-". That insulting comment got his entire upper body crushed and sent him driving on Interstate 666 straight to hell.

'But now all it takes is one punch for me to win...' thought Saitama

Every day, Saitama came home uninjured and washed his gloves. I mean, Saitama only did the hero gig as a hobby, and as long as he got a kick out of it, it was good enough for him. But nowadays, it was just a tedious cycle that he longed to break.


"Come and face me, lapdog of Hellsing!"

The wind whipped through the sky and dust spread across the barren wasteland. But then, Alucard began chuckling, demeaning his once arguably best friend like he would any other enemy of Millennium.

"The Angel of Death. Weren't you the very man who said that Englishmen look forward to growing old? It seems in your childish desire to battle me, you've lost the maturity you gained through your many years of aging. This is quite a shame. You were such a lovely old man, and I thought you would die an honorable death of old age, but it pains me to see how truly ugly you've become. Your very body and soul has been corrupted, and whatever honorable traits you once had have now vanished into the wind, never to be seen again. A Grim Reaper to the very core."

"You're correct, Alucard. After all, this world is merely a violent, fleeting dream in the end. And as the dawn breaks, I, Walter C. Dornez, will stand, ready to reap the Earth. Now STAND AND FACE ME, ALUCARD!"

"Calm yourself, boy. You know full well we're both dogs, following the orders of our master." Alucard turned to his lord and master, bowing his head and bending to the ground on all fours. Walter, Alucard, and Seras all watched, each wondering when and if Integra would allow a battle between two of the four members of her Hellsing Organization to pass.

"Say the words!" shouted Walter.

The tip of Integra's cigar fell onto the ground as Integra swept her arm across the air. "Search and Destroy! Search and Destroy! You have your orders! Nothings changed! Annihilate all forces that dare oppose us! Crush all obstacles that stand in your way and keep pushing forward, regardless of what it is! Regardless of WHO it is! Destroy... anyone in your way..." Integra's unreadable face slipped, and her servants could see the sadness in her eyes as she ordered her butler and her practical father figure to his death.

Alucard rose from the ground, his symbols glowing once again.

"Yes, my master."

Walter stared at Integra with sick pride in his eyes. "Excellent! Just perfect! You were a master worthy of my years of service!"

Integra gave her former butler a cold stare with her teeth bared in response. "How you became this, I do not care anymore. You are nothing to me now but my enemy. Hellsing's enemy! You're a traitor to your master and to your country, and I find ectasy in watching your demise!"

"Well said, Integra Hellsing!" A loudspeaker blard to life above the air, as Millennium's Zeppelin floated in the sky. "To think I called you an amateur. It appears I owe you an apology. At last, you have become worthy of this battle! You have finally become my absolute, my lovely, my enormously dangerous archenemy who I will crush to a bloody pulp at all costs!" The Zeppelin came landing down to the ground, flattening all of the remaining stone statues and buildings into paper. From the front of the Zeppelin, the opening panel extended out and onto the ground, inviting whomever desired to enter the formidable fortress of Millennium. "Now come. I call your bet."

The atmosphere became intense. A wave of pressure came and wrapped itself around everyone in it's vicinity. Alucard, Walter, and Seras began to look around in confusion, wondering what was causing this. Could it be Millennium?

Unknown to them, in the Zeppelin, the Captain touched the shoulder of the Major and the Doctor to see if they were feeling this pressure too. "Major, what is going on?"

"Peculiar. Perhaps some supernatural force has gathered around us that we are unaware of."

Then, a bright light began to envelop the Captain. The Major and the Doctor looked at the Captain with confused looks. Who was doing this?

The two looked at the monitors outside, and they saw Alucard, Walter, and Seras were being enveloped by this mysterious light as well.

"Master, what is happening?" shouted Seras.

"I don't know, police girl! Stay on guard!"

"Alucard, stay focused and-" Integra's sentence was cut off; in the blink of an eye, all three of them vanished with a pop.

"Alucard? Seras? Walter?" Integra's heart constricted.

"What just happened?"


That's a wrap, folks!

For those unfamiliar with Hellsing Ultimate, and are only here because of OPM, let me give you a rundown of all the characters:

Alucard- An overpowered, fuck mothering vampire

Seras Victoria- Alucard's policegirl and servant and the only one who's actually sweet or relatable

Integra- Alucard's master and a person who you can never get a read on

Walter- Integra's faithful butler

The Major- A Nazi who loves war

The Doctor- The Major's "friend" and a guy who spent most of his life finding ways to make humans into vampires.

Anderson- The only opponent Alucard shows any respect towards

There's a TFS Abridged version of this series, and I'll try to mix some of those personalities in there, but it won't be that often.

And to Dual Binoculars, the fanfictioner that was the VERY first to favorite both The Space Emperor's Besiege and Monstrum Hominis, I thank you very much :D :D

Until Chapter 2, where we finds out what happened to the monsters of the Hellsing Universe!