Ok this is my first serious Hellsing fic... and it centers around our favorite arrogant preist, Father Maxwell. Also known as Enrico... or Rico... I do not own Hellsing, sadly to say and I wish I did... but don't we all?
It is about Enrico's childhood and is probably not accurate but hey, we know nothing about it. No Enrico is not uber religous, but I will get to that. Anderson is in it and is spiffy but I did not write his accent as it is annoying to read.
And ja... that is about it for know.
The Land of Excess
Italy is a land of excess, excess of old artifacts, excess of sun, excess of religion, excess of people that come with religion (i.e. Priests, nuns etc.), excess of dictators, excess of indecisiveness during war, excess of pagan cults, and in Rome, the excess of orphans.
Enrico was not what most people would call… normal. He was a manipulative little jerk and a quick thinking child… though you normally have to be to survive on the streets of Rome. On his good days he could swipe a few apples and some processed meat on the bad days… well lets just say Enrico didn't have "bad" days as he normally ended up stealing food from fellow orphans.
By the age of 13 he had been on the streets for five years and was quiet content to stay there, but sadly it was not to be.