Papists
A Hellsing Fanfic
Sapphirewyren
Author's Note: This is not written in the intent to offend those who are Catholic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing
Summary: 10 years after Millenniums attack on London, Integra seeks revenge for Iscariots role in it. Enjoy
It's not that she hated Catholics, quite the opposite. She had to respect a person who was devoted to their religion and was quick to defend their religion against those who would slander or mock it. She was no fool; she knew the history of Protestantism. How a lustful king wanted to divorce his wife and marry a woman, who was prettier and younger. How that same king lopped off the heads of those who could not get him the divorce he desired. She knew that many of the rituals of Protestantism were originated from the Catholic religion. If you really looked at the two religions, they were practically the same, but don't tell the Catholics that. So she really didn't see what the whole childish rivalry between the Hellsing Organization and Iscariot was about. Weren't they both doing the same thing? Weren't they both trying to protect their respective countries from vampires and other denizens of darkness that sought to harm the innocent? Integra blamed that asinine moron Enrico Maxwell. Just thinking about him, made her cringe. The man was a pompous arrogant fool, who thought he was better than her because of his religion. Countless times he called her slurs such as 'protestant sow', 'heretic' and her favorite 'protestant whore'. She always wondered how such terrible words could come out of the mouth of a man who claimed to be a man of God. Maybe God didn't give a crap about what His followers called others. She guessed that she shouldn't totally blame him. It wasn't like she was all that nice as well, but that was merely because the first time she met him, over ten years ago, he looked like a haughty ass, and the minute he spoke to her, it was in a condescending tone of voice, that clearly said that he thought her; a girl was too immature for her position and it was more suited for a grown man. At the time he told her that, she was 18 and wanted to knock his front teeth so far down his throat, he'd talk with an American accent. But she held herself back which was mature of her, only Enrico didn't notice it. And over the years and through their many encounters, Enrico was quick to tell her how God had abandoned her due to her heresy. Integra was not one to forgive so easily, even if it was a requirement. It was hate at first sight.
This attack on the Vatican was almost as bad as the attacks in London, only a lot less organized. Before Yumi had her head torn clean from her shoulders, she and Heinkel had found out that a crazed man that had become a vampire had been turning people into ghouls for months. He had been gathering an army in retaliation for that attacks on London, more specifically Enrico's part in it. The pope had given Enrico charge over several units and he went AWOL and killed innocents and ghouls alike. What was worse was the Vatican's cover up. So now thousands of ghouls overran the Vatican, tearing and eating anyone unlucky enough to get caught. Before he was hustled away to a secret bunker, the pope screamed at Enrico; "CALL HELLSING!" Enrico was not happy to hear this and decided he did not need Hellsing. But as time passed and the ghouls were gaining more ground, Enrico realized that maybe the pope had a point, even without Alucard, maybe Hellsing could be of some use.
"Sir Integra, the phone is for you'
"Who is it"?
The butler squirmed and hesitated, making Integra wish for what seemed the millionth time that Walter was there. She stalked from her desk over to the butler and snatched the phone out of his hand. Her glare sending him literally running from the room. "Who is this'? she snapped. "Nice to hear that you are well," sneered Enrico. Integra threw the phone against the wall, breaking it into pieces. "Philip! The next time that Catholic swine calls, tell him I'll see him in the deepest pits of Hell". The butler nodded and ran off -again. A short time later Philip came back into Integra's office with a new phone. "Sir, it's Mr. Maxwell again…" "So why is that phone still off the hook?'" Philip swallowed hard; "He says it's important, the Vatican City has been overrun with ghouls!" Integra sighed and held out her hand. As soon as she put her ear to the phone, she could hear Enrico screaming; "Hellsing? Hellsing! Get over here, quickly!" Integra chose to ignore his screaming demands, chalking it up to panic of the ghoul infestation. "We're on our way," she said "and a 'please' wouldn't kill you, you dirty papist." Tossing the phone to Philip, Integra walked out her office, barking orders to the soldiers outside to gear up and prepare for a flight to the Vatican. "And somebody wake up Seras!"
He would never admit it, but Enrico was actually glad to see the black and red Apache Guardians and Pave Hawks from Hellsing. He would never give her the satisfaction. He was glad to see the soldiers; male and female in their armored gear rappelling out of the helicopters and mowing down ghouls, left and right. What he hadn't expected was to see the leader of Hellsing herself join in the fray. He had hoped that she would just send the female vampire and soldiers. But really who could blame Integra if an opportunity arose for her to gloat? All around him was chaos, bodies of Iscariot members and gore. Enrico crawled into a damaged office deciding that there would a safe place until the ghouls were dealt with. He would wait in relative safety and then when it was over, he would send the Hellsing heretics back to England and take charge. Everyone would see him as a hero, important…. wait…what was noise? There…at the back of the office, shuffling movement…A ghoul! No, it was more than one ghoul and they were dressed as priests. The poor souls that worked in the office were now part of the clan of the dead. As Enrico tried to back out of the office, he bumped into a wall of more ghouls. "NO! NO! GET WAY!" shrieked Enrico. But the ghouls did not heed his cries as they closed in closer and closer, grabbing his arms, legs, hair…. but strangely none of them bit into him. This gave him a bit of hope and strength as he fought more fervently. "Get off of me, you damn monsters!". The ghouls grip just became stronger as they held him in place. Enrico could smell the foul scent of death and decay of the ghouls and the way they were salivating, he could tell it would only be a matter of time before they feasted on him, so what the heck was holding them back? The vampire must still be alive. Suddenly Enrico realized that this attack on the Vatican was personal. "Help! Heinkel! Anyone!" At once the sea of ghouls parted, Enrico breathed a sigh of relief, until he saw who it was.
The look of shock and stupidity, brought a smirk to her lips. "Were you expecting someone else, papist?" Enrico's mouth moved, but no words came out. "Ten years ago, a crazed sad little German had the gall to attack London with his army of ghouls. The number of dead were innumerable." Integra took out a cigar and lit it. "Less than half of the population survived." Enrico's face turned red; "Are you going to help me or stand there telling me stories of the past?" he demanded. Integra ignored his rant and blew a cloud of cigar smoke in his face. "Those who did survive that night time onslaught, saw the dawn of a new day and with that fleet of helicopters….Vatican helicopters. They thought that these helicopters bought their salvation, but instead they bought about MORE death, more needless death." "What are you going on about?!" bellowed Enrico. Integra stepped forward, grabbed his chin in a vice like grip and bought inches from her own. "I'm talking about YOUR role in the massacre ten years ago, Archbishop Enrico Maxwell. Or has the Vatican covered it up so deep, that even you forgot?" The only response she got from the man was an opened mouth gape, well as well one can gape when your face is in such a strong grip.
The reality smacked Enrico like a ton of Bibles; as well the truth. "This is your doing" he gasped. He could only just stare at her. She was supposed to kill these freaks, not unleash them and certainly not on the Vatican. "Yes, you are always spouting off about divine judgement, well yours comes today, although divine is not the word that could be equated to what you will suffer." "Please! Don't do this! I'll do anything! I'll admit to the killings…" Enrico pleaded. But the cold glare that he saw in Integra's eyes told him it was no use begging. "You'll burn in Hell, you protestant whore!" he yelled. Surprisingly Integra smirked "Keep my seat warm for me." With that she turned on her heel and began walking out, but not before snapping her fingers; "Enjoy your meal, boys." Enrico's last screams could be heard from one end of the Vatican to the other.
A couple hours later the news gave the story that terrorists attacked the Vatican, but the Italian army was able to kill or arrest all the terrorists involve. The leader of the terrorist attack; a citizen of Britain was killed with several bullets to the chest in the shape of a cross.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed. Please feel free to read my other series "Winds of Change", "Alucard Discovers" and "An Unfortunate Series in Which Enrico Maxwell Suffers- A Lot". Thank you.