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Streaking across a blanketed dark hued blue sky, glittering with jewels of distant realms, golden fire expels from the heavens to the surface below. The Fallen.
"Seras, report." stated a stern female voice.
"Yes Sir, Integra." answered a rather short blonde woman with blood red eyes. She wore a black military looking uniform, with shorts stopping mid-thigh, knee high black leather boots. A white gloved hand rested on her side-arm, the other at her side, as she looked into a still smoking crater. "It looks to be just a crater, perhaps it was just some space junk finally falling."
"Even still, I want a report. Can't have anything happening on thee estate without us knowing." responded Integra.
"Yes, Sir." as Seras walked into the rather deep crater she started to hear groans. "Sir, I think someone is down there." Seras reported as she stepped closer.
"Were they hit by whatever fell?" Integra asked a loud.
The smoke started to clear as she got closer, Seras could now see who or what was making the noise. Laying in the middle of the crater was man dressed in black robes held together with a gray sash, his tanned skin was covered with black soot. A mess of long black hair covered his face. However, what made Seras stop where she was were the six black wings under him.
"Seras? What's happening." Rang Integra, snapping Seras out of her trance.
"Sir, you're not going to believe this but I think an angle fell."
"…Bring it here." Ordered Integra.
Laying in a medical bed was a man that looked to be in his early twenties, he looked very handsome, beautiful even. After treating his wounds, it was easy to see he was strong, well trained muscles with many weathered scars. He was laying on his back with the lower four wings bound, as they were broken, the top two were placed in a comfortable folded position. He only seemed to be unconscious at the moment.
"It's rather lucky we had personnel with a zoology background." Remarked Seras, looking over the what she called an angle.
"Indeed, I didn't really think employing personnel with a background in that field would ever come in handy. It's a good thing Walter instilled some good habits while he was alive." Responded the Hellsing matriarch.
Seras's POV
'I don't know why I thought of angles when I first saw him, I mean sure he's good looking, but aren't angles supposed to have white or gold wings with a halo or something?' I thought looking over the man.
'Maybe something happened.' Pip sounded in my mind. His shadow appearing beside me.
'What do you mean?' I asked back.
'Really, mon chou. Don't you work along side the church? Angles have fallen before, with all the shit that happens with this organization, I wouldn't be surprised.' The Frenchman responded.
"If he really is an angle, what did he do to fall?" I ask aloud.
"Probable something along the lines of going against God." Answered Sir Integra "And, if that really is the case, he could be dangerous."
"Well you wouldn't be completely wrong." A voice sounded, it was as if it was echoing around the room "My master has indeed dealt with Gods before, but he is by no means an Angle." Echoed the voice, it was deep but didn't seem to be masculine, just deep. "Hello, you may call me shade. I am one of masters avatars." Echoed the voice as a creature walked out of the shadows. It looked to be something like a goat, though it had longer legs, and a tail lazily swaying low along the ground.
The Hellsing matriarch pulled out her gun, training it on the creature. "What the hell are you and how did you get in here." She questioned.
"Me? I am something called a Kapra, terrors of the shadows, and you let me in here by bringing my master into your home. Which I am very thankful for, though he would have been just fine if left alone." Echoed the creature.
"Shade, that's enough." Chimed a man's voice behind me. I turned around to see the man now awake and removing his bandages. I was about to stop him before I saw that he was completely healed. "Yes master." It echoed before the creature vanish into the shadows.
'Pip where is it?' I asked my familiar.
'I-I don't know, I didn't even detect it when in entered.' He answered.
"You'll have to forgive my avatars. They may be a part of me, but they are their own." Said the man as he moved into a sitting position, keeping the blanket over his lower half. "Hello, my name is Michael and I am a Fallen."
Integra's POV
"A fallen what?" I demanded.
"Just Fallen, that is what my kind have come to be called by the other races. If you're asking if I'm a fallen Angle that would be a no. Though we are mistaken for them by everyone upon first meeting. You'd be surprised how many thick-headed Paladins try making it up to you when they learn you're not an angle that went against their god but 'fallow' said god." Michael responded putting 'fallow' in air quotes. As he started to look himself over, stretching his wings and ruffling his feathers. Once he looked up at us, we saw his bright gold eyes wrapped in crimson sclera.
I couldn't help but raise a brow at his words. "Other races?"
He looked at me for a moment then to Seras, his gaze was... unnerving. It was as if asking me if I was being honest. "Yes, other races. You know human, elf, drow, demon… vampire." Finishing with a look to Seras, then shifting to the gun in my hands. "I see, I must be on another plane, and by the looks of it one far out of reach." He let out a heavy sigh "Fuck." he exasperated looking down.
I give a quick glace to Seras, only to receive a shrug. "What happened?"
He looked at me, then took in a deep breath before starting. "I was in a battle, me and my party. Which, by the looks of it are now dead. We were sent to fight a rouge Goddess, she had started the human on path towards the destruction of other races, deeming them inferior to said humans. I was asked by the other Deities to rid the world of her, and if that last blast sent me this far across the planes that would mean either she's dead or was pushed across the realms as well. I can only hope it's the former, that or she's here so I can finish the job." What sounded like multiple guttural growls echoed around. Only to stop abruptly "However, I would have detected her by now. That or this plane is much larger then my own." Michael finished with a shrug.
"Are you telling me you were fighter toe to toe with a god? You may look like a fallen Angle, but I find it hard to believe you are as powerful as a god." I stated, trying to get a rise out of this guy.
He simply raised an eye brow before getting up slowly. The cover fell, revealing his everything to all. I could feel my cheeks heat slightly. "I will never claim to be a Deity, or as strong as one." He said as he walked to Seras, who was having a hard time hiding her burning face. "However, I will always do what is within my reach to do what is needed." He bent down slightly and looked her over, he was tall, he stood a full head taller than me. I went to move in front of her, only to find I couldn't move. "I used hold person on both of you, it'll wear off soon. Now, you my dear are a second-generation vampire, and by the looks of it are still under the blood curse." Hearing this snapped Seras out of her blushing trance, causing her to meet his eyes. "I can fix that."
"What?" Seras and I questioned at once. "How could you 'fix' that, vampires need blood to survive." I finished.
"No." Michael stated. "They just need blood to grow their power, not to live. In my world, the vampires looked into solving their blood problem, only to find that it was a side affect of turning. A curse that could be removed. Though they could still consume blood to grow their power, or just for the taste. They just no longer needed it to survive." He finished.
"… Will y" Seras started
"However, the process for it is… Binding." He interrupted.
"What do you mean?" I asked now curious to see if he really could.
He let out a small sigh before sitting back down on the medical bed. "For this blood curse removal, you need blood, and no not virgin blood." He said looking at me, I felt my face turn to a slight scowl. He turned back to Seras. "Do you have a mate? Someone you love?" the Fallen asked.
Her face turned an interesting shade of red. "W-w-what? N-no-o. W-why is t-that important?" she stuttered out.
"I don't know the specifics of why, I just know that is the best way. The other way is like binding yourself to another by blood. Think of it like an arranged wedding that was arranged for royals, which happened quite often. Basically, to remove the curse you have to married a certain way." He finished waving his hand. "Guess I'll to think of another way to 'prove' how 'powerful' I am." He said putting effort on the words. He stated looking around the room, eyes landing on his robes. Getting up, he walks to them giving us a view of the three circle tattoos, each between a pair of wings, A 'V' being in the middle of the top two circles.
We were just watching him, still unable to move. "Hmm, still dirty." He mumbled before waving a hand over the robes. Crystal clear water started to appear around him, floating as if there was no gravity. His black clothes gave a slight shine and fluttered. The dirt started to left off the cloth, as the tiers mended themselves. It took a few second, but when he finished, they looked brand new. "There." He put the robes back on, then turned around and looked us over. Then we could move again.
'I should try and keep him here' I thought. 'That amount of confidence is not for nothing, and judging by the scars he's seen a few battles.' "Well if any of what you say is true, then you have no place to go. You're welcome to stay in my estate for the time being, I will expect something from you though."
"I would be very grateful, madam." He replied with a slight bow. Seras went stiff for a moment.
Seras's POV
"Seras, show Michael…"
"Seasons."
Integra gave a slight nod "Show Michael Seasons around thee Estate."
"Yes, Sir Integra." I saluted before guiding Michael out of the room and into the hall.
After walking in silence for a while I try to brake the ice. Looking behind to find that he was looking at the paintings and art work along the wall. "So, what do the tattoos on your back mean?"
'smooth.' Pip commented.
'hush.'
"They represent the paths I've taken, in my world we call them classes, but that's not quite right." He responded still looking at the art work.
"You say you're from another world, but you're speaking English. Is that a language in your world?" I asked.
"No, though we do have a common language that most can speak. It's nothing like this English."
"Then how are you and to speak English?"
He looked at me and made a small show with his hands. "Magic." I rolled my eyes at that, which was met with a chuckle.
'His laugh sounds nice.'
'Does someone have a crush on an angle?' Pip chimed.
'Shut up.' I turned around to hide my blush.
"It's not nice to tease young girls. Even if their reaction is cute." Michael said as he walked by.
I didn't move. 'Did-did he hear me?' asked Pip. Michael turned around and smiled before continuing down the hall.
'D-did he call me c-c-c-cute?!'
Suddenly, Michael stood at attention. "They're here."
"U-um, Who's here?" I asked. I could still feel heat in my cheeks.
"My Familiars."
