A/N: This only my second fanfic and it's my first writing for Hellsing so be gentle with the reviews. So sit back and enjoy the story.
Genesis and Armageddon
Prologue
The harsh winds howled throughout the northern most Scandinavian mountain. The bone chilling sounds of the relentless jets of air as it is funneled into snow blanketed valleys by the massive extensions of the earth, which seems like attempts by the planet to reach in the mesmerizing depths of the heavens. Hidden amongst the great mountains stands at the near peak a massive stone structure that had the appearance of a union between a majestic cathedral and an impregnable fortress. Following an ever winding path the extends to the summit leads the awe inspiring courtyard which stands six statues that are easily hundred times the size of even the largest man, three each on opposite sides of the area. The first set were that of a great though unyieldingly cruel Viking warlord, the next set was the lifeless representation of one of the most cunning and viscous hunters in the natural world the wolf. The third set though would send an otherworldly chill down those with the most formidable resolve. Opposed two one and another was large feral looking monster with a slit hump. It stood on two hind legs with long muscular arms reaching past the creature's knee caps crowd with razor like claws. Fur covered the majority of this living nightmares body and the coup de grace was a wolf head that displayed two rows of terrifying teeth.
Upon entering the stone structure and traveling the torch illuminated halls the screams of a woman were muffled by the thick stone walls, such shrieks would seem to stem from the woman being skinned alive in the same matter of big game. But when one travels to the source of the maddening sounds they would be astonished to find that is the woman was in the midst of giving birth. Surrounded by a cohort of nurses and midwives the poor lady hoped against hope that the ordeal would pass. Her long chocolate colored lochs spilled out in a chaotic fashion on her pillow. The sweats on her forehead glistened from the gas lamps light as one of the nurse tried but continuously fail in cleaning her lady forehead.
Each push she'd managed to do sapped her of any reserve energy she may have. Such in a repeating fashion for an hour before halted by the cries of a new born boy. The babe was quickly cleaned and handed the exhausted mother who was able to survey her son for the first time. Tears quickly gathered in the mother's eyes as she was breath taken by the infant's seemly perfect features. Tan skin to match his mother's a near symmetrical face apart from the minor narrowing in the center passed down by his father. But most striking quality this being the wisps of silver white hair which nether parent possessed.
The infant's eyes slowly but surely opened reveling a pair of magnificent sapphire orbs that meeting his mother's eyes. The color was a trait that was bared by both parents. Gently rocking the child in her she lifted the bundle in order place a loving kiss on her son's forehead and softly but ever so sweetly whispered in his ear.
"I'm truly blessed to now have another beautiful child, my little Hans."
The mentioning of his new name resulted in a series elated giggles and coos. Kissing his forehead again the mother hummed a soothing nursery song. She then heard the wooden door slowly opened and footstep approaching the bed.
Turning her head to the source of this new noise, to see her husband standing at her side baring an expression of pure joy, he dismissed the nurses and midwives in order be alone with his wife. Standing well over six feet, with dirty blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. He was well built with muscles that could only be gained from countless years of battlefield combat. Lowering his head so he could indulge himself in the taste of her lips.
"Dorothea please forgive my late arrival, I traveled as fast I could when I sensed you entering into laboring."
"Áki it's alright I know London is quite a distances from here. Besides you're just in time to welcome your son into the world."
She motioned to the giggling bundle in her arms, cautiously handling the child over to the imposing man. Cradling the lad in the crook of his arm, Áki carefully inspected his son. Slightly perplexed by the odd coloration of the child's hair, but then again children of lycanthropy specie can have features that differ from their parents. Tenderly rub the boy's cheek which raised even more coo and speaks from the infant.
"Did you have any ideas for names?" Áki asked.
"Yes, I was considering naming him Hans." Dorothea replied.
"That's a fine name and Hans has taken a liking to it as well. Ráðúlfr, Signý come in here and meet you're new brother."
The two walked in with all post haste. Ráðúlfr was two to three inches shorter than his father with his mother's hair, father's pale skin tone, and their signature eye color. Signý was the same height as her mother but displayed more of Áki's features including his Skin tone and hair. The siblings approached the newest member of their family.
"Aww look at look him, he's adorable! Hi there Hansy wansy your so cute I could eat you up!" Signý blurted in a hyper active manner that earned raised eyebrows from all the adults and a bewildered look from little Hans. Ráðúlfr pinched the bridge of his nose, his sister having an uncanny ability to always embarrass him even in front of their parents.
"Signý why is it every time you see a baby, you gush over it to the point that it gets unbearably annoying. Even in front of mother and father." Ráðúlfr said in an exasperated tone.
"Don't be such a sour mutt, besides even you can't resist this cute little guy."
"Both of you please stop it! You two argue like a bunch of pups and the both of Alphas wolves" Their mother said dispensary manner.
"Come now everyone this is a time of elation, not that bickering. Besides I had a premonition that Hans would play a deciding role in future turmoil."
End of the prologue
A/N: So this is the setup for what's to come in the story. Yes this Hans is in fact the captain of the same name we all know and fear. But the poor guy gets an annoying nick not long after being born. Something I know too well and as a finale tidbit of information to the people have been reading my other story A cry for help I do plan on finishing before the years done. Bye and don't forget to review.