A/N: Welp, I was finally convinced to write a Hellsing Fic by you, the readers. That being said, I won't be the only one writing this story. Please welcome Lord Creator as the co-Author and catsvrsdogscatswin As our Beta. This story will be AU and OC focused, I have no idea on the pairings, but we'll see in the future.
That being said: We do not Own Hellsing, We do however own the OC's respectively. Please, leave a review and enjoy!
"Arcana" and the Avértas are owned by Archnecromancer, Richard is owned by Lord Creator.
Story Style: 2nd and 3rd Person
X-Unknown POV-X
He shifted in the leather seat. This was uncomfortable, no matter how much he figited. The wait was killing him with boredom, and he really didn't want to be here anyway. After all, they were the ones who had called the meeting. And yet...those bastards. They hadn't even shown up. "I'm starting to think this is some kind of trap..." The voice grumbled irritably as he once again switched his position. Heavy steel-toed boots thumped onto the dark mahogany table as he leaned back into the plush leather. His hands stuck into his black leather pants pockets for a moment, fishing around for the pack of American Spirits he kept on hand. "Hush, Arcana. The weather's getting bad outside. I'm sure it's deterring them." Came the cold, almost mechanical voice sitting a few chairs down. The metal chain on his right hip clacked against the seat, as the scraping of a flint wheel was heard before a flare of fire bloomed, casting long shadows into the dark room and exposing his face.
Black, shaggy hair hung over his face hiding his eyes. It was cropped short at the front while the back was a long ponytail hanging down to his shoulder blades. His skin was slightly tan, and his features didn't give his gender away either. Red, fingerless gloves with silver rings glinted on his hands as he brought the lighter up to the white tip of the cigarette. The faint hiss and inhale of breath cut through the silence, before the zippo clicked shut. Eradicating the glowing light and replacing it with the faint ember coal of the tip which flared briefly, before dulling as he exhaled. Long tendrils of smoke escaped his lips. "Even if that's the case, Libara, I would have at least expected for Hellsing to have shown up before us." Arcana pointed out lightly as he tucked the butt of the cig between his fingers, his boots making a heavy thump on the floor as he scooted the chair back and stood.
Taking a second, he cinched the black studded belt on his waist a bit tighter, before making sure the dark red dress-shirt was well tucked in, and the black butlers vest was in place. His fingers digging in the vest pocket for a moment, only to pull out a simple gold pocket watch he then flipped open. "It's been two hours since we've arrived...I'm going for a walk." He grumbled as he closed the lid and slipped the watch back into his pocket, flicking his ponytail over his shoulder as he walked around the long, rectangular table to the wooden meeting room doors.
"Now wait just a minute! I'm sure they'll be here any- Hey! are you even listening to me? Get back here! Arcanaaa!" He didn't even spare a glance to the other man, even as he heard his hands slam down on the table. His form was cloaked in shadow, even as lightning flickered through the windows to light up the room. He simply gave a wave of his hand and kicked the doors closed behind him, pausing to glance into the shadows of the hallway. The lights had been out for the last forty minutes or so, since the storm began. Arcana paused as a loud crash of thunder overhead seemed to shake the whole building. It wasn't much. A small private art gallery owned by the Knights of the Round Table that acted as neutral ground for the otherwise hostile organizations to meet at. It hadn't been too hard to find, but it was a bit out of the way of the town of London. They'd gotten inside just as the rain had decided to come down in a torrential downpour. He still thought it was a damn trap.
"Bloody religious freaks..." He muttered as he placed the cigarette back in his mouth, letting it hang from his lips as he shoved his hands into his pockets. His booted feet made heavy thumps on the carpet as he walked with no particular purpose down the right wing, towards the entrance hall. The red carpet did little to muffle his steps- just as he intended- as his eyes glanced around, looking out into the darkened, stormy sky and ignoring the many paintings on the wall, or objects in glass cases. About halfway down the hall he stopped, turning to gaze outside at the storm, watching as trees shuddered under the onslaught of rain and wind. It was a bad night, to say the least.
He still remembered what summoned them here. The events of only a few short months ago. England had recovered in no time, of course, with Hellsing and Iscariot helping to clean up the mess. Though, even that wasn't enough. Many FREAKs and Vampires still roamed the streets, making it hazardous for normal humans to walk about, save for during the day. Both organizations were hard pressed to clean up the mess left by Millennium. Originally, Avértas didn't plan to get involved. But after seeing the sheer mass of chaos that had erupted, they had no other choice. Avértas made it a point to lay low and stay out of the affairs of the "otherworld", save for doing what the group had been formed to do those many years ago: find and protect the Holy Artifacts. But then came Millennium. Their goal changed after that. Now they made it a point to eradicate any of the the cursed hellspawn, in any way they could. Starting with what remained of those deplorable Nazi's, and their ridiculous vampire army.
They had definitely made it a point to stay under the radar, and a secret from the two largest vampire hunting organizations in England: Hellsing and Iscariot. But that had backfired...It had backfired the moment he had attacked both Alexander Anderson and Alucard, the aces of the two powerful organizations. Anderson had been about to use the "The Nail of Helena" Artifact . He had been sent to stop it. During the fighting, the Nail was presumed lost during the chaos that ensued, as he struggled to fend off both men until his backup had arrived to give him some cover.
He could see why the two were called Aces. "Night Walker" and "Monster of God" Both were fitting titles. But then, they had also learned of his title. "Blood Harbinger". None of them had walked away unscathed. Himself, least of all.
Arcana exhaled again as he felt his lips pulling upwards into that same, sadistic smirk that had earned him his title. He could remember that battle well...
x-Flashback-x
No rain fell, though the skies were dark and clouded from ash and smoke. He could feel the scorched ground under his boots as he calmly walked through the wreckage of Millenniums final plan. The heat roaring from spent fire and coal was nearly suffocating. Earlier the town of London had looked like a visage of hell itself, and it's humans had become it's lost, demonic souls, groping for salvation within its fiery pits. His boot met the rotting remains of an unfortunate mortals corpse, burned and seared by flame. The skull gave way before his weight as he continued his path. London was in ruins. Beyond ruins. It looked like a ghost town, and smelled far worse. This was precisely why Avertas had sent him out less then an hour into the attack. They knew this was coming, and they knew, due to intel, that this would be their only chance to grab the Nail of Helena. That cursed artifact that spawned a monster far worse then any demon of hell, in his opinion.
Arcana squared his shoulders as he pushed off the ground, darting around the grabbing hands of the blind, unfortunate souls that made up the vampire Dracula. His gaze was focused up ahead, centered on the two figures, surrounded by Iscariot's. This one would be tricky. Any of the monsters undead soldiers that got close enough, soon found their bodies being sliced in half with a flick of his hands. He didn't have time to deal with them. Not with the artifact so close.
The two men, Alucard, and Alexander Anderson as they were called, began their fight. Cursing under his breath, Arcana dodged a swipe by a long spear, jumping away last second to land on the head of one of the ghoulish haunts that came from the count in question. He didn't linger, using the undead visage to launch himself towards the fighting, only sparing a glance for the surviving Iscariot members, who hadn't decided to blow themselves up after being surrounded. Not that he could blame them for taking their lives in such a cowardly fashion. Mortals were a fragile bunch in the end. But that, was what made their mortality, all the more precious. Somehow, Arcana had the feeling most of Iscariot didn't share this view.
His fingers flexed as glints of blue light swirled around his body, in the shocks of wind that occurred from the fighting ahead. His body flipped in the air as his hand shot out to the left, sending these faint tendrils- Micro-filament wires, to wrap around a nearby chunk of destroyed building, pulling himself up quickly to escape notice as the wires snapped taught. He flexed his fingers as his feet met the side of the broken concrete. His eyes glanced down at the blows the two were exchanging, but he couldn't make out the words. Normally, Arcana would let the two duke it out. But he was afraid he didn't have that much time. "Damn..." He spat as he curled his fingers tightly, waiting until the two were close enough. 'Just a little more...there!' He hissed as he pushed off the building harshly, twisting his wrist as the wires sliced through the stone slab, causing it to fall between the two fighting bodies. "Wha?!" "Insolent Wretch!" Came the cries as the two Aces of Hellsing and Iscariot darted backwards from the falling rubble, which crashed to the ground with a deafening crack moments later. Arcana twisted his body as he fell, turning upside down in the air for a moment, only to land on his palms before pushing off the concrete slab to flip to his feet on solid ground.
He didn't have long to regain his composure, as soon as his feet touched the ground he was pushing backwards as a white gloved fist connected to a very pissed off, black haired vampire collided with the ground. "Whoa whoa! Hold it!" He taunted as he turned on his heel, spreading his hands out from his body to grab the set of bayonets thrown at him. His wires gave a metallic twinge as he yanked his right hand down towards his feet, causing the metal to shatter as he leapt away again. "Calm down! I'm not here to fight you Vampire! Though I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to put you in a bloody grave..." Arcana muttered the last to himself, but knew the vampire had heard him, due to the growl of mocking arrogance that issued from his throat. They were fast. Arcana had to give them props for that much. "You dare interrupt a fight between us? Why should I allow you to live, mortal?" Alucard. The sarcastic and indignant tone gave him away, as Arcana's eyes turned to study the man. He was standing, his red coat ripped in several places but otherwise intact. His guns, both white and black, were pointed at him, and Arcana knew very well that Alucard was seconds away from pulling the trigger. Arcana only thanked his family for the extensive training and augmentation they had put him through as a child.
"First, I'm not here to fight you. I'm here to take back something that giant beast of a man has on his person. After that, you two can go back to killing each other and pretend I don't even exist." The sarcastic, scolding tone, accented by a mocking scowl that told Alucard exactly what this boy thought of him, was probably not the best way to approach the situation. Anderson was scrutinizing him. Arcana could feel the daggers being bored into his back without even turning around. Tilting his head to the side, he flexed his fingers slightly as he studied the Judas Priest. "I'm here for the Nail of Helena. Hand it over, Iscariot."
A/N: There ends the first chapter! I figured a good cliffhanger would keep you coming back for more. Just what is Avértas? Who is Arcana? And what do they want with the Holy Artifacts? Those are answers you'll have to stick around to find out!
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