Disclaimer: I don't own MTNN, nor Hellsing. Just my writing.

Prolog

After the defeat of the 50th king of hell, Eden, Hell is in chaos. Although it did not posses order in the first place, it is even more so out of order. Life has become unbearable, even for the most royal, and well set up demons.

Most demons would prefer this, but the few, self claimed elite push for one leader to pull hell together. The members of the "elite" are family members of the oldest living blue blooded families, and they are also, usually, the only ones chosen for becoming the next king, or emperor. But, it all comes down to the daemon court.

The Daemon court has happened rarely- usually when a king does not have a spawn to take over the throne- only 5 has been attempted. One out of those 5 has been held because a king has been killed.

During these 5 court holdings, there have been the largest scale massacres ever in hell's history. With many clashing, strong, political views, many inside court as well as outside have lost their lives over arguments, and support for their candidates. Some species have even been thrown into extinction, mostly only if one of their own has been nominated as one of the king candidates.

Now, this calamity is about occur again, by the hand of the new order.

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His eyes opened to met the blackness of his dwelling. His eyes widened, glowing red in the darkness. His skin burnt as if he had been thrown into the very fires of hell. He flung out of his shallow grave, and allowed the man-made wind sweep his hair out of his eyes.

He walked to the lone chair in the room, and sat, hand upon his chin. Closing his eyes, he brought himself to a time long ago, before he was imprisoned.

Swords, light, blood… war. The joy of it all, laughter bubbling from his lips as he stood above another, sniveling, demon his chest occupied by a gloved hand. He hadn't fought for political reasons, no not at all. Far from those pompous fool's reasons.

His hands clasped to his stomach, as if trying to keep the laughter inside himself. Bliss overtook his sight, and he closed his eyes, laughing.

It had been roughly 6 months since the toucan had visited him, and his manor. He knew that this would happen, as a consequence for what they had done. Of course the residents of hell didn't care one way or another if they had a king or not. It was the order that seethed once they were leaderless. More like pawn-less, but that's beside the point.

This was going to be another lovely chance to see his little bird friend fight for what he believed in, and to survive. He might have to pay Hell a little visit.

"Master?" A slight voice said.

He looked up to his still young charge, her uniform's color like it was stained with their very life source, contrasting with her angel like blonde hair, and blue eyes. He saw shadows unraveling from the tips of her fingers.

"Ah, Police girl." He said, grinning, "I think its time we witnessed another, great war."

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Lionwhizk: The stage has been set for the sequel I have promised (and been avoiding). See, it took me a while to work out a plot I liked, and one that didn't make me…. Aggravated. Sos, I will get the first chappie up soon-ish, which will be longer… I actually have this planned out, so lets see if I stick to my original idea! Please read, and review! Tell me what you think, too :D