AN: I do not own Highschool DxD nor Hellsing. Though I really want to.

Now this is something I planned on doing for a while ever since I was introduced to the 2 different shows. And I can't believe no ones done this yet. I've checked. I mean, who needs an exorcist when you have Iscariot? Enough of this, on with the show!

Chapter 1: A Gift From Above

In Heaven

Father Alexander Anderson. His name was something of renown during his time among the living and even after his passing. Beloved by the Church and the orphans he took care of, feared by the monsters he was tasked with slaying, and respected by his opponents that faced him on equal footing. A man of the cloth whose biggest wish was to be a bayonet wielded from on high. Truly, Anderson was man to be respected. But, even he did not think himself worthy enough, his accomplishments great enough, to get a visit from The Almighty.

Anderson was relaxing in the light of Heaven as he watched the souls of the children who never made it to adulthood play with each other. Here, there was nothing for them to fear. No disease, no sick man who preyed on the young ones, and no terrors of the night for them to run from. He chuckled as he watched the boys roughhouse and the girls braid each others hairs with the flowers from the gardens around them. He didn't know many of them, there was few who he did know when he was at the orphanage, but his heart was pained from the knowledge that the children never were able to live a full life. Never graduate from school, never fall in love, and never have children of their own. It was a sobering thought that was only eased by the knowledge that they will one day live again, for the Lord is kind and willing to give the children another chance at life when they were ready.

He turned around and took a small stroll before he would return to watch over the children. That was something he will always do. Whether on Earth or in Heaven, he will always endeavor to take care of the children. To shield them from harm and give them memories that they could treasure. To make their childhood a wonderful adventure. And it was only the bright, blinding light that brought him from his musings. He brought his hand up to shield his eyes and squinted to help him see better. "Be at peace, my child," came a calm, soothing voice.

"Who are yeh?" he asked cautiously. Even though he's in Heaven, a lifetime of fighting doesn't ever really go away.

"You know who I am," the voice replied just as calmly as before.

Let's see. Blinding light, not feeling threatened, and referring to him as 'my child'. "God?" he asked.

The Almighty let out a chuckle that only calmed Anderson down further and set his nerves on ease. "Yes, my son."

"What need of me have you, my Lord?"

"Alexander, never one to beat around the bush." God heaved a sigh at the end. "But you are right. I do have need of you."

"Anything," Anderson replied back without fear or hesitation.

"You see my child, in the beginning, when I created everything, I made a multitude of Earth's. Each and every one unique in their own way. There are Earth's where Humanity has advanced so that they can travel the starts," you could hear the pride in His voice as He spoke, "There's even one where they no longer fight with knives and guns, but with a card game. And another where they capture various animals with amazing abilities to fight each other, or to show off in competitions, and bond with them. But, I need to send you to an Earth where your skills can be put to use."

It blew Anderson away. Even with all the science they had when he was alive, what he was being told was a shaky theory at best and downright lunacy at worst. If it was anyone else, he would have laughed, but to hear it from the Lord, he knew it must be true. "Where am I to be sent?" he asked calmly. He would never deny a request from the Lord.

"The Earth I am sending you is different in the fact that it has a Heaven and Underworld of its own."

"What do you mean?"

"On this Earth, long ago, I had created weapons of power for Humanity. At the time, the Angels, the Fallen Angels, and the Devils were in a three sided war and Humanity was caught in the middle. Focused on the war as I was, I was not able to heed all the prayers for salvation, and it was only when the hopes for salvation turned to cries of desperation and wishes of damnation on the three sides, did I do something. The fact it took me so long still haunts my being for all those that could have been saved." The Lord's voice was filled with such sadness and regret that Anderson found himself weeping silently.

"And so, I created the Sacred Gears and other holy weapons for Humanity to use to defend themselves. And while a holy weapon can be wielded by someone trained to, a Sacred Gear is something that is tied to ones soul. And while methods to remove Sacred Gears have been made, the price to remove one is the owners life. And, as much as it saddens me to admit, followers of the Church have done such a thing. But that is not your primary concern."

"At the climax of the war, when I faced the leader of my fallen children, Azazel, and the four Satans, Lucifer, Beelzebub, Leviathan, and Asmodeus, I and the four Satans perished."

"Perished?" Anderson asked. "How could you be slain?" He wasn't asking so that he could hope to kill God. Nay, his curiosity was in how God was able to die in the first place.

"I cannot enter an Earth for the fear that my light would purge all the sinners from the world. And with it seeming that people start sinning at a younger age every decade, I might purge the world for every human capable of taking care of themselves. In all honesty, the internet is a wonderful invention, but it's what has led to people sinning so young." Anderson didn't say anything, but he agreed whole heartedly. "But I was able to make a weaker copy of myself to lead the Angels. And with the Satans no more, it was no longer needed."

"But my copy's death has lead to many Angels falling. And it wasn't so long ago that the Devils, whose numbers were devastated in the war, were able to come up with a way to reincarnate others, Angels, Fallen Angels, Humans, and Monsters, or Yokai as they are more commonly called, into devils. And the only thing keeping the Fallen Angels and the Devils from attempting to wipe out the Angels, is an uneasy, paper-thin truce between the three factions. But war is on the horizon and should it come to pass, the Angels will most assuredly be defeated. That is why I need you to go. I need you to even the playing field. See if you can't help the Angels reincarnate others into angels as well and try to keep the war from coming to pass."

"As you command, my Lord," Anderson said, now knowing the full scale of what's at risk. Should their Heaven be destroyed, then Humanity will most assuredly be doomed.

"But before I send you, I have gifts."

"Gifts?" he asked. A mission from God was not to be ignored. But gifts from Him were few and far in between.

"Yes. I will not have you be sent unprepared. Now first, is a Sacred Gear of your own. I know how fond you are of your bayonet's and it takes time for you to replace them, so now you shall never have to go without. It is called The Light Blade Forge." A glow surrounded Anderson and he could suddenly feel something emanating from his core. Acting on impulse, he summoned two bayonet's to his hands. He examined them closely. They were just like the ones he used!

"Now for my second gift, a pair of golden bayonets with holy properties." A flash and buried in the ground before him, were a pair of golden bayonets with ancient words or runes carved into their surface. He unconsciously dismissed the bayonets he was holding and picked the new ones up. "These two are special and I urge you to be cautious on who you use these on. They will never harm an innocent, but will burn a sinner. No Devil or Fallen Angel will ever be able to wield them. Even lightly scratching your opponent with them will cause them to be purified. Now, depending on how sinful they are, depends on what will happen. For those that haven't sinned a lot, they will experience a painful burn that spreads throughout their body, purging them of their sins. While for the more sinful ones, it would be akin to a fire that cannot be put out, spreading throughout their body till it becomes naught but ash and their souls shall be sent to me so that I can judge them. They are Purity and Sanctity."

If there was one thing Anderson could wish for right now, it would be to have another fight with Alucard. He wondered if these would kill him or be just one soul at a time. "And my final gift, though more akin to a curse." Before he could ponder His words, Anderson felt someone touch his forehead, only to realize it was God. He could feel the power flow into him. "There are those even within the Church who will endeavor to deceive you for their own gain. This will allow you to sense someone's purity and know what their intentions are. But know this, should you come across someone so vile and wrapped in sin, it will affect you."

"If someone is as vile as you say, then I'll know who to use your blades on," Anderson said without flinching. And even though he still could not see the Lord, he could feel the pride from Him.

"Very well. Now it is time for you to go my child. And please remind the Angels that though I am no longer physically there, I'll always be with them."

Anderson could feel himself being pulled away, but before he was gone, he asked one last thing. "What about the Nail? Do I still it?"

"The Nail is no longer with you, but it's powers are. Goodbye my child and live your life." Anderson's vision went white, then he was gone.

Earth, Near Vatican City

There was a blast of light in the middle of the night and a thud before it was black again. Kneeling in the middle of the scorched earth was Father Alexander Anderson, fully clothed, and wide awake. He stood up straight, tall and proud as always and breathed in the night air. It was the smell of home. But before he could make his way, a sudden queasiness overtook him and he found himself bent over trying to keep his empty stomach from regurgitating air. 'What?' he thought. 'What in the world could be the cause of this?' He stood back up, his glasses glinting in the moonlight. 'Whatever it is, will not live to see the sun rise!' He confidently made his way to the first one to feel the power of Purity and Sanctity.

Vatican City

In a building not far from the Church, a well dressed man paced and muttered to himself. No one knew his name, not even himself. After all the crimes he's committed and how many times he's fled countries, underwent plastic surgery to change his face, and changed his identity, he could no longer remember who he once was. Not that it would matter if he could just leave the city and country. What he and most don't know is that two days ago, several fragments of Excalibur were stolen. So the city's been on lockdown ever since. People could still leave but they were questioned heavily, their items searched through, and everyone was given a background check. None of those he could afford happening.

"Damn bitch, just skipping out of town like that," he said to himself. He was talking about a young girl named Asia Argento who had an extraordinary gift. She could heal any injury or illness. The only problem was that the Church kept her to themselves and she rarely left the building. It was only when one day she was wandering around that he accidentally cut himself. She was nearby and rushed over to him. And to his and everyone's amazement, she healed it. Before he knew it, she was swarmed with people asking her to heal them or a loved one. And it was then, he saw a sinister opportunity.

He befriended the naïve girl and was able to constantly lure her out of the Church to heal people. He laughed to himself whenever she denied a reward so after she left, he would take it. It eventually got to the point that if they didn't have enough money or any at all, he would take it out on their bodies. He would then threaten them to keep quiet or he would have them killed. Once he had enough money, he started hiring goons to help enforce him and they took part in it as well.

But all that's over now. Apparently, the Church found out and banished her to a different country. Now he's without his prized cash cow and soon he'll be back to where he started unless he can find her. He had just located her, some place in Japan of all places, and was about to leave when the city went on lockdown. Now, without her, people stopped coming. The money stopped flowing, and soon people will begin talking if they haven't already. He and his men will be hunted and that's why he wanted to leave soon. But unknown to him, his hunter was already at his front door.

Outside

Standing at the front doors were two men in black suits with MP5's in their hands. They seemed calm, but in truth, they were extremely nervous. They had helped in harming a good portion of the city's population and the risk of their victims telling the authorities or coming together to attack them was pretty high. Even with the guns, they wouldn't be able to shoot every single one and there's no guarantee that every bullet would actually hit. They weren't paid for their accuracy. None of them were.

Despite it being night and the city being on lockdown, people were still out and about. But at least one in forty had been a victim and were glaring at them as the hurried by. Their attention was on them so much that they didn't see a pair of glasses reflecting the moonlight across from them in a darkened alley. There was a flash of silver and then, next thing anyone knew, two blades were embedded within their chests. One just fell listlessly while the other reflexively pulled the trigger, firing a few rounds into the air, scaring off the people and alerting everyone inside.

The streets now cleared of pedestrians, Anderson made his way towards the front door. He could hear as the ones inside rushed around from the noise of gunfire. He smiled as he brought two more bayonets up and kicked in the door. The men inside were caught off guard by the door being kicked in and by a priest no less. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. We are nothing but dust and to the dust we shall return. Amen."

"What the he-" the man was cut off when a bayonet sliced his throat.

"Quiet," Anderson said, "The dead do not speak."

"This guys insane!" shouted one.

"He's just one man. Come on boys, we can take him," another said. That brought the men out of their short fear induced state, brought on by the sudden attack. The men raised their weapons and fired, but Anderson was already on the move. He was a nightmare to the men as they can't seem to hit him while he was tearing them apart with his blades. But Anderson could feel the bullets pass through him and smiled as he felt his body stitch itself together.

As he tore throughout the building, decorating the walls with the blood of the slain, his skin still crawled at the vile presence. But he noticed that when he came to the last hall, the presence in the final door was on the move. He dashed to the door and kicked it open to reveal the room, empty. The window at the back was wide open showing that his prey has clearly left. 'I always enjoy a good hunt,' he thought.

The Streets

The unnamed man was running through the back alleys of the city. At first, he believed it was just some upstarts who wanted revenge and was confident his men would be able to handle it. But, as the sounds of fighting and people dying drew nearer and nearer, he knew he had to get away or he would be next on the chopping block. So he jumped out of the window and fled.

Up ahead, he could see the lights and hear the sounds of people from one of the main streets. If he could just get there, into view, his pursuer(s) would most likely stop. He sped up when he heard something fall to the ground not far behind and leapt into the street, startling some passerby's. He bent over to catch his breath and turned to see the alley he just came from. He gave a satisfied smile when he noticed no one was there. He straightened himself, unmindful or just ignoring the glares being sent his way. He then proceeded to smooth out his shirt.

SHINKT!

He stared in horror at the golden blade protruding from his abdomen. As he numbly fell to his knees, he could here a scream from someone. People were panicking and looking around while some just watched him with smiles on their faces. "I have fought monsters that tore through villages and reveled in the slaughter," came a voice, silencing everyone. "I have visited and even passed through the doors of death and have been a witness to the scum of the Earth." Footsteps could be heard echoing through the now silent street. "I have seen horrors unimaginable." There! At the entrance to the alley was a large man in priests clothes. His glasses glinting in the light and his cross shining brightly. "I have sinned and always filled with remorse for those I could not save." The priest walked into the light, and what a sight he was.

Standing at around 6'6", broad shouldered, and a menacing smile on his face, caused most to step back. It was only further enhanced by the fact that his glinting glasses hid his eyes and his teeth almost seemed to come to a point. He had short, flat-topped blond hair with a fair amount of stubble along his strong looking chin and a nasty wedge-shaped scar on his left cheek. He wore a large white trim cassock with blue interior, black pants, black boots, a black shirt with blue trim, a pair of round glasses, a glowing necklace with the cross, and white gloves with inscriptions on them. His right hand said "Jesus Christ is in Heaven" and his left said "Speak with the Dead".

"But you," said the priest. "You are worse than most monsters." He stepped forward towards the kneeling man. "You have committed an almost uncountable number of sins against your fellow man." He now stood, towering over the kneeling man. "And for your crimes, you shall be purged from the Earth." The kneeling man gave a strangled scream as fire started to spread from the blade, igniting his clothes. "You have been judged by the Lord, and have been found wanting."

"Help me!" cried out the man. But as he looked around him, he could see no one stepping forward. In fact, some had smiles on their faces. The fire had now spread to just below his collar. His cries of pain continued until the fire consumed him completely. Then, he was silenced. The fire went out and in the mans burnt corpse remained with the holy weapon still impaled in him. Anderson reached down, grabbed hold of the blade, and yanked it out. The corpse crumbled to ashes and was then blown away by the wind.

All was silent, before some people started cheering. Even those that weren't a victim of the man, but knew of him, were cheering. Anderson just gave a small smile as the vile feeling that was making his skin crawl vanished. He put away Purity and silently left, knowing that regular police would not be so understanding. He chuckled to himself as he headed towards the church. 'It is time the Angels knew of the Lord, once again.'

AN: Well, what do you think? Now I know someone will complain about how powerful Anderson is, but to the place he's going, he really isn't. The things that give hime the edge is, 1. He doesn't mess around much, and 2. His regenerative capabilities. In fact, his last gift can hinder him when faced with someone like Freed. So he'll have to look for someone to help him control it.

So what do you think of this idea? Which Hellsing character do you think would most fit in Highschool DxD? And, how do you think Anderson will react when the first devil's he meets are children (at least in his eyes)?