I neither own Hellsing or it's characters.
Though really, none of the characters are actually specified by name, but whatever.
They were far away from the true monsters. They fought elsewhere, those who had given away their humanity in the name of God, given their humanity to the Devil, those who's humanity was very much in question from the start.
The lesser monsters, the soldiers, the ones who still had at least the smallest drop of their human selves left, they fought elsewhere.
And like in all wars, legends and fables sprang up. Stories of battleground ghosts and imps that messed with guns and planes.
The most prevalent of them was the myth of the one the called the Hellcat.
She was the one who raced down the streets, taking down all she saw. A shadow followed her, in place of her arm. It acted of its own will, and all who threatened the Hellcat met death by the shadow.
The Hellcat and her shadow, they said, protected all of England. It was on the words of all the people in the days after World War III.
In the days after World War III, mothers would put their children to bed, saying "Go right to sleep, and the Hellcat and her friend the shadow will come by and protect us."
"And if I don't go to sleep?" the children would ask.
"Then the tall man with his skull cap will come, and take you away."
"I'll go to sleep! Don't let him take me!"
And the mothers would stroke the hair of their sons and daughters, and say, "Don't worry then. The Hellcat will stop him."