The night was calm, at first. The calm before the storm, people would later say. Then, from the sky in hellish red and black zeppelins, The Last Battalion came. The people of London stared in horror and fear. The innocent, the guilty. The men, the women. The old, the young. None would be spared from the ravenous hunger the Nazis brought with them. Hunger for blood. Hunger for death. Hunger for screams of agony. Hunger for destruction. Hunger for war.

Little did anyone know, another enemy was coming, with a hunger for flesh and blood much greater.

The Major gave a great speech to his men. A speech about war. A speech about blood lust. A speech about desire. He spoke of the joy it gave him. He spoke of how much he loved it. He spoke with passion and truth, calm and calculating at one moment, then wild and passionate with mad gesticulations the next.

"My friends, it hast often been said, that I like war. My friends, I like war…No, friends, I love war! I love holocausts. I love Blitzkriegs. I love defensive lines. I love sieges, charges. I love mop-up operations und retreats! Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in glass lands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air. I love every act of war zat can occur upon zis earth!"

He spoke of the war he loved. He loved watching people being killed, he loved the explosions, the fire, the insanity it brought. To see the last band of resistance fighters brought him ecstasy. He even liked being defeated, because whether he was on the winning or losing side, he was still at war, and that made him happy.

The speech itself was disturbing to the average person, but well-spoken. It certainly roused emotions in all who heard it (for better or for worse), but one sentence would stand out later.

"Ze humiliation as my men crawl around like vermin, ducking the Jagdbombers flying overhead."

Humiliation? The Major thought he knew humiliation. He was wrong. He did not know the humiliation of being a species nearing extinction. He did not know the humiliation of being trapped inside huge walls. He did not know the humiliation of having his entire world stolen from him. He did not know the humiliation of watching his companions, whether they be friends, family, or comrades, dying before his eyes, being swallowed whole or in pieces. He did not know the humiliation. He did not know the fear. He did not have nightmares of giant fingers closing around him, a maw opening wide, teeth snapping shut, the darkness and agony that followed… he did not know the terror that was the Titans… but he would learn. They would all learn, and some would die doing so.

"Gentlemen, all I ask for is var. Var so grand as to make Hell itself tremble… Gentlemen, I ask you as fellow brothers in arms vat is that you really want? Do you wish for further war as I do? Do you wish for a merciless bloody war? A war whose fury is built vith iron und lightning und fire? Do you ask for war to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even ravens to scavenge from this earth!?"

And the soldiers cried out, "Krieg! Krieg! Krieg! Krieg!" The tongue of Germany translated, they cried out, "War! War! War! War!"

If it was war they wanted, it was war they would get. But not the war they wanted. All their lives, and even before them, throughout history, they had fought their fellow man, or vampire, or other creatures that they could reason with. Creatures who fought and killed with purpose. Little did Millenium know, an enemy was coming with no reason, and no mercy… only hunger.

"Very well, zen Krieg is what you shall have. Ve are ze clenched fists, ready to strike down all who oppose us, vith our might. But, after enduring over half a century, wallowing in the darkness for us, a simple ordinary var vill no longer be sufficient. Ve need a massive var! A var beyond any other that man's history has ever known!

"Ve are but a single battalion…the remnants of a defeated army numbering less zan a thousand strong. However, I believe that each of you old warriors is equal to a thousand of their sickly soft children.

"Ve represent a force zat could easily defeat an army of a million and one men! It is time for zem to avake ze ones who sent us screaming into oblivion und who now lie sleeping. Let's drag zem out of bed by ze hair, und remind zem of vat ve are! Ve vill remind zem of vat it is feel like to live in fear. We will remind zem of ze sound our jackboots make against their throats."

The men cheered. "Es Europa! Es ist Licht von Europa!" The Zeppelins drew closer to their target.

How wrong the Major was. For, while they would strike fear, it would not be Millennium who would make the people live in fear. It happened to another world, and there, they are still fighting. But for this world, the war between the Titans and mankind was about to begin. Not yet, but soon, humanity (which includes vampires, werewolves, cyborgs, werecats, and everything else) would learn, unite or die.

"We will remind them that there are more things between heaven and hell than are dreamt of in their philosophy."

"Friends… let's bring them… hell."

This, the Major right about. There were more things between heaven and hell. Hell would be brought to London… but it would not be by the Millenium Battalion. It would not be by the Iscariot forces, soon to invade. It would not even be by the Control Art Restriction Level Zero that the vampire king Alucard would have unleashed upon his enemies (if they hadn't come, that is). They would bring hell. And no one had any way of being ready.

Upon their arrival, the Major gave a toast, and the last line of it was so ironic, that most members of Millennium would later think it was the Major who jinxed the whole thing. "Now, let us toast the occasion. For tonight is a feast, the likes of which has never been seen before."

Oh, it would be a feast, alright. Just certainly not the one Millennium had in mind.

The bomb doors opened, the music started, the glass dropped and shattered, and the first missiles launched. The Nazis attacked mercilessly and efficiently. When the bombs hit their targets, the brightest fires soon burned in the shape of a giant Nazi swastika in the center of the once beautiful city. Men. Women. Children. They screamed in horror, fear, and agony. People in comas, the deaf, the blind, the sick, the old. No pity was given. Fire burned flesh. Falling and flying debris flew to crush and pierce the flesh and bones of the innocent. Explosions burst eardrums and destroyed all they touched. No life was spared from the hungry jaws of the freaks once the Vampires fell from the Zeppelins, down to the earth like the merciless arrows of vengeful angels, punishing humanity for some sin. The problem was, no victim knew: 'Why? What have we done to deserve this?'. Those were the first two waves. Then, from the corpses and ashes, rose the ghouls. The mindless ghouls who devoured any human they came across at the orders of their masters. The first wave rendered Britain defenseless with it's once proud capital burning, its people dying like dogs.

Then came Iscariot. Under the mad reign of Maxwell, who was trying to take over as the new Pope. Flares gave off the illusions of Angels. The survivors looked to the sky with a mix of hope and fear. Were these their saviors or their destroyers?

"We have come for you! We are the righteous soldiers of the Angel of Death! And tonight, the world below shall know justice!" Maxwell said into the microphones, his thumb pointed downward like the thumb of an executioner. "England is guilty! The heathens are guilty! You are now all sentenced… to your deaths!"

The people of London looked up with horror. First the Nazis, now the church, the representatives of the God who was supposed to love them, who was supposed to save them, who was supposed to protect them, were coming to kill them, too.

"Death! Death! Death! Death!"

The Nazis looked up to see the commotion, too. Not with fear, but anticipation. Finally, an actual opponent!

"I can offer you my pity. But forgiveness? Never! Now prepare to be purged from the Earth! Mowed down like grass! Crushed like bugs!" And he laughed! He laughed!

Maxwell was a hunter. A hunter drunk on power. He did not know what it was to be prey. He did not know the humiliation. He did not know the fear. In his eyes, he was Catholic, and anyone not Catholic was a heathen who needed to be purged from the Earth. He, and others with similar opinions, did not realize that people were people, whether they be Catholics, Protestants, Nazis, Buddhists, Jews, Atheists, black, white, asian, male, female, straight, gay, or bisexual. Humans were humans. They were a species divided by borders, beliefs, colors, genders, and old grudges. Foolish humanity. But they would learn. Not yet, but soon, humanity (which includes vampires, werewolves, cyborgs, werecats, and everything else) would learn, unite or die.

In another world, humanity did learn. Humanity did unite. Against a greater enemy, mankind laid down its' differences and united against it for the sake of its' species survival. It would be hard, but they would soon learn, too. They would all learn.

The helicopters landed, and the eighth crusade began. They slaughtered every protestant and Nazi they came across, though the Last Battalion killed more.

On the ground, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing seethed in anger at Maxwell's betrayal. Her heart held fury, and sadness at the innocent lives she knew were being lost every second. Even Father Alexander Anderson, who saw Protestants almost the same way Maxwell did, was angered and horrified by the actions of his superior. Raptured with authority, intoxicated with power was Maxwell, and that was a very bad combination, indeed. In Alexander's eyes, Maxwell had turned his back on God for power. Anderson was so disgusted, that although he didn't say it, he considered siding with Integra against the power-crazed bishop.

Outside of London, an airship was headed for the Hellsing Manor (which was being guarded by Pip Bernadotte and the Wild Geese Mercenaries and the draculina Seras Victoria), filled with soldiers of Millennium, commanded by the vampiress Zorin Blitz…

If they hadn't come… this story would have ended very differently. Different people would have died, Alucard would have been banished inside himself for thirty years, and in the end, Hellsing would have come out on top. Victorious, but weak.

But, they did come. Zorin's blimp was about halfway to the Hellsing Mansion, Millennium and Iscariot were facing off, and the No-Life King Alucard was still many miles away from shore aboard the battleship Eagle… that's when the lightning hit. All over the city, lightning rained down from the sky and struck the Earth, making it shake. The strikes themselves killed quite a few people, and certainly got everyone's attention. One strike narrowly missed hitting the Deus Ex Machina, the command zeppelin of Millennium, on top of which the Major and his subordinates, Schrödinger and Doktor, had been 'enjoying' the view of the battle happening below. It gave the three quite a scare, which was impressive in itself considering how much the Major didn't get scared. Those who didn't die were either injured, or at least scared stiff like a bunch of deer in the headlights. Other than the roar of the fires and the sounds made by the Iscariot helicopters and Millennium Zeppelins, everything and everyone went dead silent. Once the shock wore off a few moments later, most looked around with a 'WTF was that?!' look on their faces while a few quick-thinking crusaders fell to their knees and started praying to their God for forgiveness, thinking that surely only he could be responsible for so many bolts of lightning at the exact same moment. Some members of the different sides had just started to turn on each other again… when the sounds of the first giant footsteps echoed across the nearly silent battlefield.

Boom… boom… boom… boom…

Confused at the sound, everyone stopped to listen, trying to figure out what it was. It was a very unfortunate group of Millennium soldiers and Vatican crusaders who figured it out first. It wasn't that difficult, when a giant naked foot stepped out from behind a building, followed swiftly by the largest, most hideous creature any of them had ever seen. It was a giant, naked, disproportioned, humanoid creature lacking genitalia. It was about fifteen meters tall, with messy hair, bulging eyes, a rather large head, and a ridiculously wide smile that stretched almost completely from one ear to the other, lined with large, crooked square teeth. That smile seemed to widen when it saw the group of tiny figures, and it began to approach them. The Crusaders held their ground and got into formation, pointing their guns at the creature. The Millennium artificial vampires started backing up with their guns pointed at it, but stayed back enough that they could run if it started fighting the crusaders.

The On top of the Deus Ex Machina, the Doktor noticed the commotion and was quick to point it out to his Major and Schrödinger, who both turned and looked down at the commotion with a pair of binoculars.

The leader of the squad of crusaders yelled at the creature through his white hood, "Identify yourself! Who and what the hell are you and what do you want?!" It didn't say anything. In fact, it completely ignored the ramblings coming out of the tiny human. It reached down with it's big, meaty hand. The crusaders started to back away, and by the time the unfortunate man realized that the creature was about to grab him, it was too late. The giant fingers closed around his body and lifted him off the ground. It raised him higher and higher, towards it's face, and those giant, terrible jaws started opening wide. The man realized what was about to happen, and he screamed desperately at his men, "OPEN FIRE! OPEN FIRE! OPEN FI-" But it was too late. The last thing he ever saw was the inside of that monster's cavernous mouth, and those huge, terrible teeth snapping shut right on top of him. The last thing he ever heard was the sound of his own screaming, his bones breaking and grinding, the squelsh of his flesh tearing. The last thing he ever felt… was the intense agony of his body being crushed, torn in half, and chewed. He was no longer alive to feel it as his corpse was swallowed down the Titan's throat in one gulp.

For a few moments, no one moved. They could only stare in shock as the blood and bits and pieces of human tissue spurted out of the creature's maw, running down it's chin and chest like a child messily eating spaghetti. It's adam's apple bobbed once as it swallowed. On top of the Deus Ex Machina, even the Major, Doktor, and Schrodinger were shocked into silence, mouths gasping in horror. Then, someone finally screamed. And all hell broke loose.

The crusaders finally opened fire, and the FREAKS took off running, only to have their path blocked by a much smaller, much faster version of the first creature. This one was about five meters tall and even more ugly and disfigured than the first creature. It leapt forward face-first with it's jaws open wide when it saw them and caught two artificial vampires in its mouth, chewing and swallowing them both before lunging for more. The soldiers of Millenium opened fire. The bullets on both sides, despite the Vatican's ammo being blessed, did little to nothing. Steam erupted from the creature's wounds and healed over in seconds. And the fingers kept reaching for more, and the mouth kept closing, and the blood flew, and the men screamed. The entire party was either devoured or crushed in less than three minutes.

Aboard the Deus Ex Machina, the Major watched with a mix of horror and glee. Horror, because his men did nothing against the monsters and this most certainly was not according to plan, and glee simply because of his love for war and bloodshed. But soon, that 'delightful' feeling would disappear entirely. Because throughout the city, men on both sides began to scream. And the screaming got louder. Everywhere the lightning had struck, these monstrous creatures appeared, devouring anything human-like they came across.

So, what'd you think? I totally plan on going further with this, because there is too much awesomeness going on in my brain to be forgotten.

Oh! Also, I will be taking ship requests, though I will be staying away from MxM and FxF relationships, unless they are explicitly in the fandom (ex: Historia/Ymir). NOT BECAUSE I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THEM SO DON'T GET MAD OR TRIGGERED AT ME! You do you, LTBG all the way! I'm only staying away from Yaoi and Yuri because personally, I am straight, and don't think I could accurately or properly write a same-gender couple. The Survey Corps WILL be making an appearance in this, so I will accept across-fandom ship requests.

Also, I will listen to and accept death requests. Who do you wanna see get eaten? And don't automatically say, "KILL ZE MAJOR!" With Pitchforks and torches, because although I know how many people hate the little psychopath, he's gonna have a pretty big role in this and I can guarantee that you won't hate him as much by the end of this story.

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Till next time!

-alphashley14