Hellsing: Lament of Hermes
Written by: Atikkin
Author note: This is a fan-based composition of the Hellsing comic illustration (manga). References for this written work are given full credit to: Hirano Kohta, Bram Stoker, and H.P Lovecraft.
Mature and unusual contents are ahead. Beware that the written material will be extremely explicit. Please, take consideration that if this story is far-too-violent for the reader, stop reading this immediately.
For those who are unaware, the prequel of this story is "In Depair."
Happy reading, and enjoy.
Forty years have long since past. Peace hums its beautiful melody as humanity blossoms without the stench of impurity.
However, all that shatters when a mad man lays forth his prophecy. Such a prediction opens a new world of chaos. And so it happens. They, the undead, return. Only this time, they are a new breed; creatures that not only thirst for blood but for flesh.
Humanity is then driven to change their religious perspectives. Before their rituals they mutter their prayers to these heathen Gods. If so, their fate does not reside in their newly-found-deities, they face the monster slithering in the depths of the underworld.
The year is 2088. Man and beast are at war.
Her majesty of England has given the order. The monsters who hunt the monsters must rise again. Only now, I, at the end of the bloodline, must unleash my family's darkest secret…
Hellsing Organization: Dungeons
"Come on, Abraham," Michael says. "We're almost there."
Michael leads the young man, Abraham. He is in his adolescent years; no younger than thirteen. His long, platinum color hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Upon his visage are glasses that shield his violet, blue eyes. He wears a dark suit with a blue tie around his neck.
"Are you certain that this is the place?" He asks.
Michael, a tall youngster with handsome features; black hair, green eyes, and opal skin; turns to his master, smiling. "I seem to recall your mother informing us with a firm tone to not venture around these depths. This must be the place."
Abraham glances at all directions. He lowers his eyelids into a stone-cold stare. The hallways appear to be deteriorating from the many years of neglect. The young man finds it unusual how they remain standing over the ages of time.
The two stop when Michael turns the corner. He raises a brow.
"What is it?" asks Abraham.
"Check this out," the retainer says, pointing.
He turns the corner and gazes at the large double doors. Rusty chains are bound against them as a thick layer of red circles around them; forming what seems to be a pentagram.
The younger of the two steps forward, his hands reaching out for the lock. But a sharp hiss from the butler causes him to flinch back. "Don't be a fool, Abraham. You do that, and I'll have to send you straight to the infirmary again."
"Michael, I will be fine! I have to get use it anyway," Abraham replies, angrily. He hates it when people grow concern for him.
Michael scoffs. "I am definitely getting you gloves for Christmas, man, you watch."
"So be it then," Abraham says, reaching out for the lock. At an instant, his vision blurs and his world shifts roughly in a dream state.
"Welcome home, Count."
"I'm home, Countess."
The third party leaves them to their privacy. She smiles, happily. "He's back. Thank you, God," she squeaks as she slides down against the wall, feeling a great wave of relief.
"Is this permanent?" the short haired woman asks. The burning sensation on her hands is agonizing. The woman standing over her frowns, yet she cannot wipe the sad expression on her face.
"I apologize for this,"the eldest of the two women say. " Please, understand that it is for the best. When I am gone, I do not know what will become of him or you. I cannot simply let the two of you go out and about in the open."
"Have no worry, sir," the short-haired woman says, standing up. The heat on her hands slowly dissipates. She turns over to the other party. "I understand your reasons. I accept being a pet to your family."
"Well, then," the old woman says, smiling at her servant. "I suppose I do not have to worry about you."
"As I have said before, sir…have no worry."
"Why are you doing this?" a tall man in a red duster asks.
"Please, do not give me that look," the platinum blond says, feeling his eyes drilling at her. Her order is unheard as he continues give her that stare.
The outcry of a child makes them turn their heads towards the crib. She slowly gets up and saunters over to the bundle of joy. She smiles warmly at her precious daughter.
"What are you to name her?"
"Vivian," she says.
"That is a decent name," the man says, nodding. "You still haven't answered me."
The woman sighs and places the child back. She walks over to him, a sad expression on her face. He stares down at her, his frown turning the same way. Hesitantly, he raises a hand caresses her cheek.
"Understand that I will regret this. I never wanted this to happen. But I have to think of her."
"It is fine," he answers momentarily.
They both remain silent before she pulls him into a kiss. Hot tears begin to trail down her face as the man pulls her into a tight embrace.
"You are…serious…about this?"
"You and he, as strange as it sounds, are becoming far too powerful. The Knights, including myself, are becoming concern."
"He is far more powerful than I am."
"Is that so…? Then, why, servant, does he say different?"
The short-haired woman turns over to the other woman with a bewilder look on her face.
"If this is in regards to our most recent mission, sir, then surely you must understand that I have no recollection of it. I recall the maggot carrying special ammunition. If I hadn't intersected between him and Master Alucard, then he would have-"
"I know," the elder woman says, keeping her voice neutral to calm the woman before her. "I know what happened. He told me everything." She sits down at her desk. "It is because of that, I am giving you this responsibility."
"Sir…?"
"I am not doing this because you are what you are. I am doing this for his sake and, for matters that I have been suspecting, yours."
"What…? What do you mean?"
"Come forward. We have much to discuss."
"ABRAHAM…!" Michael shrieks, pulling the boy away from the lock. He stumbles back and leans forward, taking deep breaths. The butler stares at him with daggers in his eyes.
"That's it! That's the last time you're doing that! I'm going to the store right now and fetching you some damn gloves-"
"This is it," Abraham lets out while panting.
"What…?" Michael mutters with a little squeak in his voice.
"This is it. This is where she put him."
Michael turns to the door and then to Abraham. He cracks his knuckles, ready to penetrate the door with his bare hands. "I hope you're right," he says, pulling the thin metallic wires in his hands.
Ten years later…
The beginning of this nightmare takes place in Patrick. This area is the epicenter of the impurity that has been running amok in my country. Knights and officials from the highest positions in Parliament remind me countless times that there are other strange occurrences going about. There have been numerous reports of ghastly figures appearing and disappearing before residences. Those residences, unfortunately, vanish.
Most likely, they are dead.
Because of this, I draw my attention fully on the matter. With me is Michael as we both make our way towards the camp. Armor vehicles are ready and fully loaded in preparation against anything…abnormal; even more abnormal than the undead freaks my grandmother has fought during her lifetime.
Camp
"Abraham Gabriel Van Hellsing, I assume," Lieutenant Barber asks.
"You have assumed correctly," the man says, stepping in from the entrance. He wears his usual entire, only with a white coat over his shoulders. Around his neck is a marble crucifix. Stepping in after him is an older Michael with a braid hanging behind him. He wears an all black suit with a white tie around his neck. His one hand cradles several claw-like rings.
"Well then," Lieutenant Barber says, with no amusement. "I hear you know what is going on out there."
"As a matter of fact, I do. Out there, right now, is a freak of nature. This thing is the new species of vampire that we have fought for over ten years now."
"If it is a second generation, why the hell does it not act like it is? The bastard acts as though he is first generation."
"May I remind you, Barber, that the freaks now are envious of their predecessors. Therefore, they will mimic them," Abraham explains. "These beings are unaware of what they are. With that they are, as my exterminator puts it, 'unfit to be called a true no-life king.'"
"Your exterminator…?" Barber asks. He and the other soldiers sitting at their radio stations turn their heads towards their visitors. Abraham simply smirks while lighting a cigar.
"I assure you, the Hellsing Organization has this taken care of. You have my word."
The Town of Patrick
The night happily greets its favorite traveler. The moon above him shines brightly over him as a red ring surrounds her. He takes a glance at her and smirks with a set of fangs.
"What a beautiful night," he says as a gust of wind passes him, allowing his red duster to flow with it. "It makes me want to have a bite to drink." He continues his way through the small town, seeing nothing but debris from the ashes, the shattered windows, the car wreckage, and lastly the blood of victims.
He stops suddenly when he hears a strange metallic sound. He frowns. "Again, these maggots use that." Quickly, he steps aside before a light beams brightly from behind his head. The light strikes the streets below, creating a massive explosion that sends several pieces of tar and concrete into the air.
"Damn it…!" says the creature. The vampire has monstrous features; twisted jaw, multiple eyes, and deformed arms. Within his hands is the mechanism. It is large cannon with several technical keypads. The panel displays a red light. The creature whines angrily. "Over-heated…!"
"What a disgusting display you are," a voice says. The creature glances up to see the red clad figure rising from the shadow below him. He grunts in anger and disbelief.
"You..! You are…!" He gasps when he sees a silver gun aiming at him.
"You use man's newest technology and expect others to address you as a true nosferatu…? Pathetic…!"
"Shut up…! Even you are using man's weapons. Who would have thought that anyone would use something low-tech style? Look who is pathetic now-"
"Silence…!" the man's says with a multi-vocal tone. This takes the deformed creature off guard. He steps back as he could see angry red eyes seeping through the lenses of the stranger's sunglasses. At an instant he falls back, feeling his chest tearing up from the impact of the bullet. He does not even hearing the gun shot. He shrieks out an animalistic cry before he turns to dust.
"Target silenced…" the gunslinger says before turning his head over his shoulder. He smirks. "Funny, how you all seem to want to add to my work load." Behind him are several other monsters much like the recent scum. With his other hand he pulls out another weapon encrypting the words, "Jesus Christ is in Heaven Now."
He fires.
Camp
"A vampire…!" Lieutenant Barber cries, slamming his hands onto the table consisting of strategic plans and maps of the Patrick vicinity. "That's impossible…! How the hell did you get a vampire to do this?"
"Calm yourself, Barber," Abraham says, raising a brow at the man's reaction. "The only way to defeat a vampire is to fight fire with fire. However, the vampire currently fighting the enemy out there right now is a far more powerful nosferatu than any other. I am sure you are familiar with the war that occurred eighty years ago?"
Lieutenant Barber's eyes bulged out as sweat builds up on his forehead. "But how…? Everyone heard that he was destroyed…"
"Apparently, not," Abraham says.
"It's no matter," one of the recruits says, standing from his station. "Even if he's the vampire who assisted us all those years ago, how the hell is he going to handle with the increasing numbers, including the greater enemy infesting several areas around the globe?"
"This organization has been dealing with it, soldier," Abraham says, narrowing his eyes. "For the past ten years, Hellsing has gone beyond enemy lines to settle the score and end the turmoil we and several other countries have been suffering from since the year twenty-seventy-eight."
"You and what army, Sir Hellsing…?" Barber asks. "You, your soldiers and a lone vampire…?"
Abraham chuckles softly, before he lets out a big laugh. His sudden outburst alarms everyone in the tent.
"What…? What is so funny?" the recruit asks.
"All of you," Abraham says. "Who says he is alone?"
The Town of Patrick
They lose so much blood, yet continue to seek their prey. He could only shake his head after they fall to the ground, turning to dust.
"Either they have no logic, or they are unaware of their wounds," He says to himself. He flips the more powerful gun over his shoulder to shoot the upcoming bloodsucker from attacking him. "And I hate it when they sneak up from behind. Have they no guts to come and attack me head on?"
Slinging both hand guns by his fingers he fires at both of his sides, turning the creatures to dust. The rounds, however, do not stop with one pest but bounce off to one victim after another. Each creature howls out as they fall to the ground, blood gushing out their bodies before they melt into nothing.
Needing carnage, the vampire grins like a mad man. Flinging his body into the air, he lands after the group of devils like the hawk seeking its prey. His hands tears through their flesh with ease. Limbs fly in all directions as blood splatters against his clothes. The crimson substance sinks into his skin, rejuvenating his body. He could feel the rush inflaming his veins. He cackles loudly, scaring his prey as they flee.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asks.
As they leap through the rubble of their destruction, they glance back to find their attacker gone. They are unable to see or sense him anywhere. The sudden chill in the air alarms them. So suddenly, they choke. Their bodies twitch as their life blood slowly glides out from mouth to navel.
The light of the moon reveals the massacre. Shadow-like thorns stand erect from the ground below, impaling the undead. They let out a silent scream before the wind takes their remains with it. The shadows then melt and coil towards the center of a red eye. Gradually, the shadows morph into the red clad hunter. He stands up, frowning.
The unique roar, however, wipes the glare off his face. He turns around slightly to see an interesting sight. He raises a brow to find a massive creature. It is obviously one of the second generation freaks. It has metal straps centering towards its large belly. Upon its shoulders are extra sets of deformed arms.
"I haven't seen the likes of you before," he says, pulling out his guns. "But that's no matter to me at all."
"This stench…first generation nosferatu…?" the monster hisses out with dull multi-tone voice. "Why do you kill us; we are the same as you?"
He frowns, yet keeps that insane smirk on his face. He realizes that the grotesque figure before him is the leader and master of the abominations causing havoc around this place.
"You go out in the open baring your hideous face to the world around you. Even the freaks you associate yourself with are no better. You and their kind make me sick, which is why the humans send me to clean up trash like you."
"Trash…? You call me trash when you serve the humans. It is you who is trash, first generation!" The creature cries out. "On your feet, my children…! Bring me the intruder's head..!"
From all around him, the vampire hunter finds monstrosities edging out of the shadows. Their large deform bodies consisting of muscles and large, blundering eyes from head to toe. In the center of their bodies is a mouth with massive jaws. Potent saliva oozes out. As it touches the ground, there is a hint of combustion.
They all charge at him. Their mouths dive in first towards the vampire as they twist their bodies into the form of an arachnid. He quickly dodges the attack, firing at one creature and knocking another with his elbow. He crouches quickly and twists his body rapidly as the bullets fly, sending the things around him to fall backward. Slinging one gun, he aims at the head of one beast and sends the bullet right through. Its thick blood splatters against him, burning into his flesh.
"Foolish, first generation…! At that rate you will die shortly," the creature says, laughing madly. However, his laughter dies down when the hunter's body heals instantly. He chokes out in shock. "Impossible…!"
"A true no life king has no worry for simple injuries such as that," says the hunter. Dodging another attack, he points the gun at a head before turning to the others with rapid fire. The smell of the impure blood drives him mad. His eyes ignite into their deep crimson hue as the shadows beneath him form a canine beast. The phantom dog with dual heads and twelve red eyes, charges at one creature and sends it to the floor. Its teeth rip and tear through the thing as if it is food.
The leader of the monsters growls angrily at the vampire. He finds all this unbelievable. How is a lone vampire capable of defeating him? He gives out a smug look suddenly when he realizes something interesting about his guest.
After the enemy turns to dust, the vampire grunts out. His hands are burning. He glances at them, for the pentagrams on his gloves shine brightly. His familiar howls out before a red mists takes it away. His body aches, having him lean over for a moment.
"I see," the leader says. He chuckles. "You, first generation, are forced into slavery. You cannot reach your full potential without the permission of your human masters. Filthy black magic…"
"You're overlooking the matter," the vampire says. He grins evilly. "I can reach my full power. But what fun will that be? You'd die instantly. That will ruin my whole evening."
"Bah…! You're full of talk. You're also out of ammunition."
The vampire glances at his guns, seeing that the creature is, indeed, correct. He chuckles. It has been a while since this has run out of bullets. From the corner of his eye, he could see more of those creatures coming for him.
"Hurry up and kill him..!" the leader demands. His minions leap after their master's intruder. However, their roaring turns to silence. Out of the blue, a figure, spinning around in a crouch position, reaches the vampire's side. Standing up, the figure raises a sheath in one hand, and flipping a sword in the other. Snapping the sword back within its resting place, the steel against metal makes a loud 'pang.' The creatures surrounding the pair suddenly shatter to dust.
Stumbling back, the leader shrieks out in astonishment. Standing beside, the red clad vampire is another first generation. But that is not what makes him growl in disgust. His eyes scan the being from head to toe, glancing at the semi-long reddish blond hair, black trench coat, theoverly-large-white-shirt underneath; its sleeves sliding out of the trench coat with such elegance over black gloves; and the steel brace boots, it is obvious to him that it is a woman.
Her hand digs into her pocket and offers ammunition to the other. He takes it from her hand and loads his guns. "It is about time you showed up."
"I was busy," she answers in an elegant English accent.
"So you're not alone…" the leader says. "Very well, I'll deal with you both…!" The arms on the creature's back extend to his large belly, tearing it open as large quantities of potent blood seeps out towards them. The duo quickly step aside as the substance corrodes through nearby trucks; the metal melting from impact.
The lady vampire vanishes into the sky while the other turns to mist. The thick fog spreads around the deformed vampire. He glances at directions, sniffing them out with the multiple nostrils on its large nose. From the corner of his eye, he could see the shadow of one of them. His hand reaches out to grasp him, but fails when he sees that it is only a shadow.
"What…? Impossible…" he cries.
He sees the same trick happen again as he splatters his own blood from out of his mouth. Again, the figure turns out to be an illusion. He growls out angrily, tearing his belly open again as he soaks the air and ground with the burning substance of his own flesh. His environment melts around him, yet there is no sign of the vampires.
"Where are you?" He demands.
"Here," says a womanly voice from above him. The creature jerks his head up to find the other one floating over him, upside down. Before he could attack her, her claws snatch his eye. He shrieks out, thrashing his arms around to tear her apart. However, her body elevates upward and lands onto the awaiting ground.
"You bitch…!" the monster screams. Again, he unleashes his belly, seeing that she is far from having a chance of escape. As the woman gets on her feet, she raises a single hand. Through the black glove, a pentagram, similar to her male counterpart, appears on her palm. The substance used to attack her, passes by as some force blocks it.
"Impossible…!"
"You said that one too many times…" she says. The sword in her left hand gradually ignites with energy. Crouching, sword behind her hip, she releases it, sending a wave of inferno towards her enemy. The creature makes his way to move; however, one half of his body falls victim to the impact. The remains land to the ground, organs twitching as the blood sinks into the concrete below.
He screams out in pain. Stumbling away, he tries to retreat from the woman nosferatu. But she charges at him, slashing the blade against the opening of his main weapon. Blood and internal tissue splatter all over her body. She ignores the burning sensation of her skin as the blessed blade continues to tear through.
The monster's hands reach out to grab her; however, he fails when he feels the blade slash off his fingers.
She continues her massacre until she finds what she looking for. With one final cut, she whirls back as she is dancing. The creature leaps out to attack her as she leans back, her body elevating slightly when a bullet penetrates him. He stumbles away, revealing his heart from his grotesque stomach.
A great mass of shadows lunges from behind her. Vine like tendrils wrap around the remaining limbs of the maggot begging for mercy. The other rises from the darkness, gloves shining brightly from the pentagram upon them. Raising his primary weapon he pulls the trigger, again and again, as a shockwave escorts the silver bullets to explode against the decomposing flesh of his prey.
Until the shooting is over, she raises herself and re-sheaths the blade back in its place. The other stands beside her. The duo watch the creature as it gradually diminishes from existence.
"You two…what are you…? Who are you…?" he demands, hysterically.
Ten years ago…
Abraham's hand is dripping with his blood. Standing behind him is Michael, looking over his shoulder.
"We come in peace," he mutters, while chuckling nervously.
Before them is not one, but two. Abraham stares at them with awe. He certainly does recall from his grandmother's journals that while her family pet had been gone for thirty odd years, another one has been there to be her protector and head hunter.
Both are in unusual clothing. The tallest of two appears be wearing a stray jacket with numerous straps all over him. However the other seems to be wearing a sleeveless shirt and simple jeans with the same number of straps as well.
He steps towards them as they slowly fall to their knees before him. He blinks once or twice, finding this surprising. 'They're bowing…' he thought.
"Your orders…" the male vampire asks.
"Master…?" the female says, finishing his sentence.
"What are your names?" Abraham asks, not knowing what else to say.
"My former master, you grandmother, Integra, called me Alucard," the long haired one says before raising his head to greet his new master eye to eye. Abraham's eyes expand to glance into the red orbs. His eyes shift to the woman with semi long hair, seeing that she has the same.
"Master…I am Victoria," she replies.
The Town of Patrick (Present Time: 2088)…
His face constricts as crimson over-flows his face. Melting into the floor, ash-like particles rise into the air. A great stench, unfortunately, spreads. Both vampires hiss out in disgust and turn away from their mess to lessen the smell.
Alucard turns to his partner in arms, while placing his guns back into his coating. "Where have you been?"
"I repeat because you have not heard me the first time," Victoria says, turning her strong red eyes to him. "I was busy."
"It took you far too long to deal with simple ghouls, police girl. What happened?"
"Come along and I will show you. But Master Abraham needs to know first-hand," she says while beginning to make her way back to the camp outside of town. Alucard remains there for a moment before grinning.
Camp
Abraham waits patiently. After putting out his cigarette, his eyes catch the figure of a female stepping out from the shadows. As she approaches, Michael shows up finishing a piece of liquorish.
"Report," Abraham says.
"Targets have been silenced."
"All of them…?" Michael asks with surprise. "Yikes, Victoria…you and Alucard mean business when kicking ass, don't you?"
"Alucard," Abraham says, looking to his side. The elder vampire chuckles as he steps out from the shadows.
"You always seem to know where and when I am approaching, Master. How very impressive…" Alucard says.
"Are you patting yourself on the back again, Alucard? It was you who taught me how to control 'it'?"
"Perhaps…"
"I found something," Victoria says, cutting in.
"What is it?" Abraham asks.
"I am not sure. It is something that you, Master, are able to comprehend."
"It's not what I think it is, is it?" Michael says.
"Yes," Victoria states, dully.
"Are you being facetious or did you read my mind?"
"Neither…" she answers. Michael and Abraham stare at her for a long moment before turning to Alucard.
'What did you do now?' Abraham asks the elder vampire through his own train of thought. He frowns when the vampire smirks.
'Nothing,' Alucard thought back, while shrugging. 'She is in one of her moods again.'
"Please, be less concern of my behavior and more on the subject at hand," Victoria says aloud. Michael blinks at the trio.
"Hey, don't do that telepathy bullshit again! I hate being left out!" He says, pouting slightly.
"I will ready the rest of the recruits," Abraham says, giving out a small sigh because of the butler. "Meanwhile, Victoria, you will lead us the way. And one other thing…"
"Yes…?" she says.
"For once, can you smile?" Abraham asks.
"Please…?" Michael says, stretching his own cheeks into a smile.
Victoria stares at them both. After a long moment of silence, the two sigh. Again, they fail. Abraham walks towards the troops with Michael following. "Shit," he says. "I might as well put myself in a tutu so--"
"Michael," Abraham says loudly, while cringing. Hanging his head, he places a hand on the butler's shoulder. Intense violet-blue eyes penetrate Michael's emerald ones. "Put yourself in a tutu, I will send you out in a field to shoot you." Abraham pats his shoulder hard before proceeding.
"What…?" Michael says. "You're the one complaining that she never smiles. Hell, I'm even complaining..!"
The Town of Patrick
Armor cars follow the vampiress as she leads them back into the gloomy town; her body phases out of nowhere to reach her destination. Soldiers exit the vehicles, their faces expressing their astonishment to this, once, so happy place. Now everything around them is in ruin, except for hospital before them.
Abraham steps out of the armor vehicle and approaches Victoria. She points out to the building before them. And that is when the Hellsing leader senses it. He cringes.
"What is that?" he asks, the negativity sending chills down his spine.
"The source of most of our problems," Victoria says.
"Apparently," Alucard says, appearing before them suddenly. He frowns, sensing the growing energy. It is the same source of power causing the rapid mutations of the second generation impure freaks.
He turns to Abraham. "Your orders…?"
"I am going in. I need to see it for myself. Both you and Victoria go on ahead. If it is the source, then there are bound to more freaks waiting inside."
"And the recruits…?" Victoria asks, keeping her eyes on the building.
"Dornez," Abraham calls, going by his retainer's last name.
"Yes sir," Michael says, stepping out the armor car.
"Lead the troops and search the perimeter. Do not allow any of these freaks to live."
"On it, chief," says Michael who cracks his knuckles in his process. "You heard him, saddle up," he tells the men.
"Yes, sir," they all cry out.
Abraham turns to Victoria, but finds her gone. He turns his gaze towards the building, suspecting that the Guardian has proceeded without him knowing. He shuts his eyes and concentrates to seek her out.
Suddenly the Protector starts laughing, startling the Hellsing leader. He glares at the vampire for disrupting him.
"Alucard," Abraham says in a dangerous tone.
"There's no need to worry. She will be fine. Any thing standing in her way will meet their end," says the vampire as he turns away, vanishing into the shadows. Abraham's face softens.
"I know, Count," he says.
It all begins here. In this very place, one of my two servants discovers the source of all this. Though, I cannot be too certain. Many acclaim that forbidden rituals from the occult has much to do these strange occurrences haunting the world now. There are also ancient artifacts that cause such things. The last one in particular it when an innocent person is taken victim by an entity.
But I digress.
For now I can only think that to find one thing will lead to another…
Next chapter: Hall of Endless Nightmares
Author note: This is not the follow-up of the recently completed Japanese manga, "Hellsing." It is simply, a fan-based story. Once again, credits go to: Hirano Kohta, Bram Stoker, and H.P Lovecraft.
Thank you for reading. Until, next time...