Fun

Oh so fun.

Vergil Redgrave hadn't had this much fun since his childhood.

Why you may ask ?

The answer is quite simple. He was at War

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Upon the blackened London skies flew a Zeppelin , it's title daubed in great crimson letters 'Hindenburg II'. The bloated monstrosity held some of the greatest (and most disturbed) minds of the century .

Unfortunately said minds were now reduced to bickering like children.

"Closer" ! "Bring the Zeppelin closer herr Dokter, this monster, this creature of darkness does he eclipse that of Nosferatu Alucard" ? "I must know" !

The 'Dokter' ran a six fingered hand through his lank blonde hair before sighing , "As I said before Sturmbannführer, mein engine design cannot achieve a higher velocity without incurring damage upon itself ".

Dok's superior was unable to reply though , his face rammed as close as possible to the viewing screen trying to catch a glimpse of this 'Devil in Blue' that was destroying his troops with such ferocity . Three hundred of their original one thousand military trained , superbly armed and mentally stable vampires had been reduced to mere shreds of meat by this…this..thing..

It was stupendous.

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Yamato slid effortlessly between leather and flesh , these inferior demons (or were they ? A noticeable stink of human remained upon them , contradicting their apparent supernatural abilities) dieing in their droves. He contemplated the creatures origins as he teleported above the rending claws of another 'demon ' , the Beowulf gauntlets ( lent to him by his brother) allowing him to return the favour ten-fold.

His reverie was broken by a familiar (and confusing) sight.

Red coat ? Check.

Black and Silver pistols ? Check.

Jumping at least a mile above a city ? Check.

What in Heavens name was his idiot of a brother doing here , wasn't he clearing out some little island being terrorised by an overzealous business corporation ?

Deciding that this little surprise was more interesting then these weak 'demons' he teleported. Now Vergil (unlike his lazy brother) actually spent the time and patience in figuring out how to teleport , it was a difficult process for the weaker demons and even he (with the blood of Sparda running through his veins) found it taxing after more then seven or eight 'ports in a row.

Thus was the reason why he found himself hanging in mid-air and cursing his minor (yet soon-to-be painful ) miscalculation.

"Damn"

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Alucard's lips peeled back to reveal what he would consider a grin and others a death sentence ; most would agree though that the words 'Shark' , 'Mommy' and 'help me' usually followed (in that order of course).

The No Life Kings smile never faded as he began, "The Bird of Hermes is my name……"

Dark energy condensed around his coffin , ancient magiks awakening from their century long sleep , hundreds of souls unshackled from their maddening prison.

" I devoured my own wings ……"

The enemy began to quiver. The unmistakable stench of fear festering away at their once might resolve ; he would crush them to powder, leaving nothing . Not a shred of skin, flesh, or bone , nor clothing or weaponry.

To fight a true vampire was a invitation to gamble with your very existence. These poor unfortunates had lost upon entering the battlefield it seems . Monsters to man , yet men to monsters and upon witnessing a real monster they were reduced to what he had suspected .

How pathetic.

"And that's how I wa-"

WHAM !

Alucard's spell froze , before slipping away, the thin shades of materialising servants fading back into nothingness. His rage simmering , he poked his head over the current tangle of limbs and glared at the whelp.

Things were about to get very ugly…….

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Man I love Hellsing , though their were a few….spoilers here and there.

I don't own DMC, nor do I own Hellsing

Note : From now on my standard cut off points for these will be around 630-650 words.