Chapter 1
It was October 14th 1930.
A woman was in the hospital with a man standing outside looking in. She was panting as she was ovulation, giving birth to a child.
As the woman screamed in pain the baby left her body and the man ran inside.
"Olivia! You did it." he grinned, "You gave birth to the master vampire hunter!"
He grinned but lost it as her heart rate began to decline.
Olivia gasped reaching for the baby, "I...I need to name him."
"Olivia! Hurry! What is his name?"
She sighed, "Walter..."
She then laid back as her heart flat lined she passed away right then and there.
The man looked at her and then at the child. The baby was screaming loudly but the man pet his head, "Don't worry...you'll be fine...I'll take care of you."
14 years later an American aircraft was flying over Europe. Inside the fighter plane was an American war vet who was slumped against the wall asleep with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Hey...wake up you louse. Wake up!"
He woke up as a boy's voice commanded him to. He then saw a passenger he didn't see get on at their last stop had his hand opened to him demanding something.
"You got a Fag? Tobacco?"
The military man growled, "Hey! These aren't for kids!"
Suddenly a blueish flash stunned him. He saw multiple bluish wires wrapped around his cigarette until they constricted it so hard they cut it in half. The other wires snatched his cigarette packet and cigarette lighter.
"Hey...what the Hell?!"
Before the man knew it the kid had popped one of the cigarettes in his mouth and lit it gritting his teeth as he inhaled the nicotine and spewed the smoke out.
"...These taste like absolute shit..." he turned the box over, "American Spirits...Made by Yankees..."
The man replied back, "In War you take what you can."
He was surprised as the boy chuckled.
"Puffin Shitty Yankee Fags," he blew out more smoke and grinned, "...in a shitty Yankee bomber." The boy looked down at the Coffin his Master had commanded him to drag along, "Sending Monsters to do their fighting. So much for an honorable war. Great Britain used to run the world right. They sure pissed that away...Isn't that right? Alucard?"
Hundred of Miles away In England, The Hellsing Manor.
"What do you mean, a 'Vampire Production Plant'? What's this about?! Impossible! Is it even possible?! It seems utterly absurd!"
A calm voice broke the tirade, "Yes it does...It could not be accomplished easily."
The member who was yelling found himself at a loss of words, "Eh...Well..."
The man continued, "Regardless...even a hasty production could prove troublesome."
He shouted back, "What does that mean exactly?!"
The man who spoke grinned, "Ghouls..."
He sat back and spoke calmly, "Intelligence has informed us that we face elite paranormal scientists. Their efforts made impossible fables into stark facts."
One of the members of the round table scoffed, "Really now...'Ghouls'?" he said in a mockery tone but then yelled back, "What the Hell are Ghouls?!"
The man replied, "Simply a vampire's disowned victims, now the 'Living Dead'. That's what they are. Similar to voodoo enchantments or zombies. While their monstrous strength is impressive...they're lacking in speed and intellect. But neutralizing a few is no easy feat. The problem arises-if Nazi's begin to employ these creatures in their plans imagine a large garrison of them in combat. Ghouls may be degenerated but they're still monsters. Only one strike to the head or the heart will kill them."
The man sat back, his yellow eyes shinned in the dimly lit room, "What's more is a victim of a Ghoul will become a Ghoul. Their multiplication is infinite...they could cover the whole planet!"
The man grinned gripping the table,
"1 becomes 2...
2 will make 4...
4 soon becomes 8...8 becomes 16...16 becomes 32...32 becomes 64...64 becomes 128...128 becomes 256...256 becomes 512512 becomes 1024...1024 becomes 2048...2048 becomes 4096! You can see how quickly the geometric sequence escalates! More, more, more, and more! Our front lines would collapse...and the battlefield would be Hell!"
The entire room was silent after Sir Arthur Hellsing's speech about the Ghoul menace. But then one of the members spoke up, "We have confirmation that Germany's Battalion 'Company-B' is mobilizing with the intent to use offensive tactics. Now if what you say is correct Sir Hellsing, and the enemy deploys real monsters, our ground in Dunkirk would be lost and the rest of our forces would follow. This means...we've not the manpower nor constitution to fight another battle like that in Normandy," he gulped, "We have to take charge of this war, if we don't it could be just like June 22nd 1940. Our best action may be diplomacy-"
"THAT WILL NOT HAPPEN!" Hellsing shouted slamming his fist on the round table, "We will destroy those demons where they stand! We will utterly crush them! This is our true purpose, the calling of Hellsing: The Royal Order of Protestant Knights!"
He placed a hand against his chest, "I have already initiated necessary preparations and dispatched the most competent man for the job!"
Arthur grinned sliding a photo across the table to one of the members, "This man was born to bury the dead."
His face was surprised, "This...But he's...He's a child isn't he?!"
Arthur grinned raising his hands, "Even so...he is our most superior authority on Demonology...an amazing human...without a doubt."
Islands asked quietly, "His name?"
Arthur grin grew wider, "Walter...Walter C. Dornez...Codenamed: The Angel of Death."
At a secret laboratory in Warsaw
"Where is the Major?"
"He's on his way. Due to arrive shortly sir."
"Is that so?"
There were a few figures walking through a dark hallway walking through tons of feet past sample jars and other laboratory specimen. One of the men spoke, "I wonder if I'll receive a commendation for all my hard work once he sees the results."
One of the doctors reassured the head doctor, "Oh! Of that there is no doubt! He is bound to be very pleased indeed."
The Doctor in the middle asked, "You think so? Then again I suppose you;re right. I think we really outperformed ourselves this time. What about the Russian in Cell 41?"
The other doctors quivered in excitement, "Most outstanding! What's more is he's still alive! The patient endures a full body sarcoma. The infected tissue obscures his lineaments. The patient is showing an accelerated metabolism and regenerative cellular regrowth."
The doctor in the middle spoke with awe, "Wonderful...the patient has surpassed mortality!"
As they passed the cell the Russian inside was completely immobilized as he was sitting there decaying, his eyes were looking in different directions as he bled profusely.
As they entered the main scientific Ghoul research wing The Doctor looked at the patients including those put in strait-jackets and stuffed in bags.
"Incredible...Why don't they die?" one of the Doctors asked.
The head Doctor in the middle spoke, "Pure survival instinct."
They reached the end of the hallway where in a chair one Doctor was shaking his stop watch bored out of his mind as he counted down the death rate of the Ghouls. Suddenly the head Doctor came into light. His lab coat covered in pure human blood, his hair was long and hanging below his chin. His glasses had at least six lens on each side three for each eye. His gloves had four finger sleeves with the exception of one due to two fingers on each of his hand being melded together since birth. He spun his arms to cross each other as he grinned.
"The 'Demon'...The 'Vampire'...What a sublime Mystery!"
In front of the Doctors was a corpse on the wall mummified and chained up in a contorted position. It was silent...but still alive at the same time.
As The Doctor was leaving the light bulb in the ceiling shook.
"That Infernal 'Allied Resistance' still hasn't been suppressed up there?" He growled, "How distasteful..."
One of the Doctors asked, "Do you think we'll be safe here? I've heard rumors the Soviets have already reached the other side of the river, and are still coming."
The Doctor grinned, "Once our efforts come to final fruition...The Major shall burn all of them to the ground."
As they walked outside The Doctor was blinded by headlights.
"You're late...Doc."
The Doctor froze up in fear as he saw in a tiny black car The Major in his SS uniform with his white overcoat hanging over him. He laughed as he saw there while the Doctor felt unnerved. He never met the Major in person before, but he heard stories about the Major's brutalities.
The Major grinned putting a hand in the air, "Your work is magnificent, so you're forgiven."
The Doctor stammered in fear, he was never used to dealing with Higher ups before, he mainly worked in a laboratory under the safe houses and in the Dark work on his experiments. He never thought he'd see the Major face to face like this. He never thought he'd have the Major's attention like this.
"I-I apologize! I wasn't expecting you to arrive so early, Major!"
The driver, a hulking man whom the Doctor recognized before turned off the engine and stepped out along with the Major.
Once inside The Major spoke, "Our Section Leader in Berlin is Eager to see the Results of your labors."
He smiled in the most sickening way possibly, "So Doc...the time is at hand to complete your projects and take stock of this war directly."
The Doctor smiled, he was intimidated of the Major but he knew his work would speak for him.
As they walked down the Hallway the Major spoke, "I will not allow this playhouse's curtain strings to be drawn so soon. I enjoy this so much! I cannot allow it to end so abruptly. "
Back to a Shitty Yankee Bomber in the Sky flying over Warsaw
Walter blinked looking out the window, "Ah! I see it! Soldier, this is our last stop."
He waved, "Bye-Bye," walking to the side of the plane.
"Hey! Parachute! PARACHUTE!"
Walter calmly said, "I don't need one."
Walter threw out more wires cutting out the side of the plane into tiny bits which ended up falling out into the night sky.
Walter still smoking his cigarette began to drag Alucard's coffin.
"Alright..." he said lazily, "let's go...Alucard..."
"Hey! Wait!" The soldier said causing Walter to turn to him Lazily.
"Hm?"
The soldier began to sweat, "As a grown-up I have to say...I'm ashamed to admit I can't do anything to help a young kid like you here," he looked down at his cigarette packet, "So unfortunately...it's your burden!"
Walter's scowl left his face and in that moment a smile crept up as he closed his eyes in a childish fashion giving the pace symbol, "ROGER THAT!"
Walter gave the Coffin a hard kick as it tumbled out of the plane. He then threw out his wires to grab hold of the interior and exterior structure as well as the coffin itself as it fell at a high speed.
As he moved himself to fall in front of the coffin he yelled,
"I am the Angel of Death...and we are Hellsing! Beware enemies of the world...I'LL DEFEAT YOU!"