First off, let me express my sincerest apologies for not getting this done much sooner. It was long overdue, I know, but I really don't have that much of an excuse. Also, please take note that school's gonna start up for me real soon, so expect less than frequent updates.

And to answer our dear guest, Baron Bolt - Sorry, but no. The Captain will most certainly not have any relations to Jaune or the Arcs. I've already planned our dear Captain's face. You'll just have to to be patient and wait.

And that's everything that should be brought to your attention. Read and review!

Integra looked at Alucard, her face filled with irritation, displeasure and anger. Alucard merely stared back at his master, RWBY and JNPR right behind him. Integra glared at her subordinate and scowled.

"What...did you do?" hissed out Integra.

Alucard closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. "Alright. But you can't get mad at me."

"WHAT...DID YOU DO?!" she hissed out again, only this time, with a bit more force and anger.

The Vampire King opened his eyes, staring at his master. "Well first, as you ordered, we went to the outskirts of Zephyr to eliminate the source of the ghouls. We killed them, got some intel about who sent them, brought back two teams from Beacon. Oh, and we bought some Big Macs too.

Integra slammed her hand down on the desk, now clearly pissed off. "That's not what I meant! What I mean is that you brought a fucking Arc, a Catholic nonetheless, here, in Hellsing grounds!"

Jaune piped up. "Well, I'm not really discriminatory against other religions. You could be Islamic, a Pastafarian, Muslim or even a Protestant and I still wouldn't care. We all live in a Grimm-infested world, why add to the hate?"

Alucard smiled and nodded approvingly, before answering the leader of Hellsing. "He's a vampire now, my master. Whether you like it or not, he needs to be trained how to properly become a creature of the night."

Integra growled, massaging her temples to stave off her oncoming headache. The blonde glared at Pyrrha, who had the gall to look sheepish. Integra rested her chin on her hands, still glaring at the redhead.

"And to think, I was about to consider buying you that chocolate cellar you've always dreamed about."

All of the color from Pyrrha's face was slowly drained, her mind processing what her aunt just said. Pyrrha slumped down, eyes widening, her lips quivering as she whimpered. "N-no chocolate cellar?"

"No." simply said Integra.

Tears threatened to fall out from the corners of Pyrrha's eyes. She was about to burst into tears at being denied her precious chocolate-filled room, until Jaune swooped in and pulled the redhead in for a comforting embrace.

"It's alright Pyr. If it would make feel happy, I know a recipe for chocolate fondant."

Pyrrha broke away from the embrace to stare into Jaune's eyes, looking at him with hope-filled eyes. "Chocolate?" she absentmindedly asked.

Jaune nodded, a smile gracing his face. "Yup. I was kind of the family's home cook back at our house. Plus, baking always has been a hobby of mine so I wouldn't mind baking for you guys."

Ren heard this information and rushed to his brother-from-another-mother, shaking him like a mad man. "How could you have withheld such information from me?! We could've traded notes or you could've helped me made some pastries!"

Alucard chuckled and separated the two, clasping the blond's shoulder, a grin on the man's face. "Is that so? Tell me, can you make Beef Bourguignon?"

The blond nodded again. "That should be easy. Beef Bourguignon is a dish I always make back at our place."

"Oh really?" said Alucard rhetorically. The Vampire King looked at Pyrrha and smirked. "You've chosen wisely, my daughter."

"F-Father!"

Integra cleared her throat, still quite pissed off. "Alright, let's say I let you go through with letting the boy train here, answer me this - Why can't Seras be the one to train him?!"

Alucard strummed his chin. "Well..."

In a Valean Beach

Seras growled and crossed her arms under her already large breasts, emphasizing the large mammary glands more. The blonde wore a yellow one-piece skin tight bathing suit. It was so tight, that her nipples were poking through the tight fabric, which attracted her some unwanted attention.

Which was the reason why she was unhappy right now. She glared at the three people who stupidly tried to hit on her when she just wanted some peace, quiet and a bit of tanning. One of them was a tanned body builder who was flexing his muscles like an idiot. The second was the life guard, flashing her a charismatic smirk that didn't work on her. The last was, quite ironically, a bat Faunus who was giving her bedroom eyes.

"For the last time, no! I already have someone I'm committed to. So take you flirting and shove it somewhere else!"

The body builder stopped flexing and grinned. "Ah come on. Don't be like that. That boyfriend of yours must be some big douche if he's not here. While here we are, wanting to keep you company. So, whaddya say you come with us for a fun time?"

Seras's eyes twitched, a tick mark appearing on her forehead. The blonde flicked the body builder by the forehead, sending him flying twenty feet away from her. The life guard and the Faunus, along with some other spectators, gasped and gaped like fish out of water.

Seras grumbled and walked away with a huff. "Fucking blokes don't know when to quit. Really wished master let me bring Pip here with me."

Back in Mistral

"...pretty sure she's on vacation." said Alucard.

Integra growled out loudly and massaged the bridge of her nose. Walter then walked in as if looking for something. The butler spotted Alucard and smiled. "Ah, there you Alucard. I'm surprised you aren't in your room yet. Adventure Time is currently streaming on Netflix."

RWBY and JNR blinked as Alucard ran out by phasing through the wall, clearly in a hurry. Integra sighed at her subordinate's antics and faced her niece. "Pyrrha, be a dear and show them around."

Pyrrha nodded dutifully. She motioned for her friends and exited the room, RWBY and JNR following suit. Walter looked at Integra and bowed.

"If you would excuse me, Master Integra. I need to modify Mr. Arc's weapon."

Interga nodded, allowing Walter to exit. The blonde slumped back and massaged the bridge of her nose yet again. "Good God, I dearly hope nothing bad ever happens today."

The leader of Hellsing blinked, realizing what she just said. Inetgra groaned and face palmed. "Why did I just fucking jink it?! FUU-" Interga stopped herself and quickly took out her Scroll, sending Walter, Pyrrha and Alucard a heads up. Once she's done, she dropped her Scroll onto her desk and massaged her temples. "Fuck all kinds of ducks."

Alucard's Room

The Vampire King rushed into his room through the wall. He stopped in his tracks, the scent of candles filling his nose. He took a look around, seeing rose petals scattered across the floor and trailing towards the large queen-sized bed. Alucard quirked an eyebrow, before an angelic voice made itself known.

"You've been making me wait, my Count~"

Alucard's lips curled into a grin. There sat on his bed was his wife, Aphrodite Nikos, who was wearing nothing. Not even a bra nor her panties. Although, her parts were covered by crimson liquid, presumably blood. Aphrodite, in an essence, looked exactly just like her daughter, but more curvaceous and mature-looking. The Night Crawler chuckled as he strolled to his beautiful other.

"Isn't this quite the delightful surprise? I wasn't aware that the modelling agency allowed you to go home early, my Countess."

Aphrodite gave him a sultry smile as she placed her soft hands on his pale cheeks. "Yes, I was quite lucky that they canceled it on the last second. But now, none of that matters. Ravage me as much you want, master~"

As Alucard was about to shed himself of his clothing, Aphrodite told him of something great. "I've been wanting to tell you something. I thought over it, and decided to get you an early Christmas present."

The pale man's eyes widened in both shock and joy, his lips curling into a smile. "You mean-!"

"I stole an SR-71 Blackbird just for you."

The redheaded MILF squealed in delight as she grabbed by the waist and twirled around by a joyful Alucard. "I knew there was a reason why I made you mine! You always give me the best things!" Alucard threw his wife into bed, opting to unmaterialize his clothes instead. "Now then, let me reward you for those efforts."

Husband and wife stared at one another's eyes, before drawing in their lips together for a passionate kiss. If one were to listen in from the outside, all they would hear were the sounds of loud moaning and the bed rocking.

Iscariot Headquarters

Two people were walking across the halls, one male and the other a female. The male was tall and slender, wearing a white and purple garb, paired with white gloves. He had long, silvery-white hair styled in a ponytail and had eyes that appear violet in color. If it wasn't for the fact that his skin was fair, he would've been mistaken as an albino.

The female was wearing the standard Catholic nun's outfit, which consists of black habit, a hooded cowl, a white scarf, white gloves and white stockings held with a garter belt and black loots. Seeping through her cowl was black hair, her eyes colored dark brown.

The female looked at her companion and asked him a question. "Hey, Maxwell, do you have any idea why Father Anderson called for us in the Archives?"

Maxwell shrugged, facing the female. "Well Yumie, from what he said, it something about digging up a buried past."

Yumie nodded as they continued to head towards the Archives to help out the man who essentially paved the very foundation of their lives. You see, the two of them, along with another, were taken care of by Anderson himself when they were children. They owed their life to the Paladin and are forever indebted to them.

As they strolled through the halls, a third figure joined them. It was an ambiguous female that had neck-length, blonde hair and gray-ish green eyes behind round-framed glasses. Although female, she wore a uniform almost akin to what Anderson wears.

Maxwell noticed her and chuckled. "Heinkel, never thought I'd see you out of the orphanage." he commented.

Heinkel shrugged her shoulders. "Well, Father Anderson called for me as well, something regarding about my little brother.

"Speaking of family, how are Uncle Argent and Auntie Rose? I haven't seen them in quite a while." said Yumie.

The blond scratched her cheek and smiled. "Well, mum and dad are doing fine. Though, mum is still a bit frazzled that Jaune went to Beacon."

Maxwell slightly frowned at that. "I'm a bit worried for Jaune. He lacks everything a Huntsman needs, besides willpower and a strong desire to protect someone. Which I can understand, given your parents'...overprotective tendencies since he's the only boy out of the eight siblings."

Yumie nodded. "Yeah. I'm actually wondering what was going through his head when he decided to become a Huntsman. Actually, I'm surprised he managed to last this long."

"Give him a bit of credit, Yumie." commented Heinkel. "Jaune's a quick learner, and a natural born survivor. He'll be fine, as long as someone helps him and he doesn't let his hero complex get to his head."

A couple of minutes later, the trio arrived at the Archives' entrance, which was nothing really extravagant. It was a reinforced metal door, only accessible with a keycode and DNA scanner. Maxwell went ahead and inputted the code, right before placing down his hand on the scanner. It glowed blue and ran through the male's palm. It then beeped its completion and opened the door.

"ACCESS GRANTED - WELCOME, BISHOP MAXWELL."

The male nodded as he, Heinkel and Yumei walked in. The Archives is what one would naturally suspect. A room filled with thousands of documents, files and items from the past. Right in the middle was a desk, where Anderson sat at, skimming through the folder he was holding.

The Paladin of Iscariot didn't bother looking up from the document as he told the three to come closer. Anderson placed down the file he was reading to look at the children he was took care of.

"Finally, my Axis of Righteousness finally arrives."

Maxwell's nose scrunched up at the priest's nickname at them. "Please, Father Anderson. Don't call us that."

"I'll call ya whatever suits my taste, Maxwell. You should've been used to that by now." said Anderson in a slightly snarky tone. "Now, as for why I called for you here, I need help in looking for some information regarding one word: Millennium."

Almost immediately, Maxwell narrowed his eyes at the word. "Millennium, isn't that the name of the organization that was under the thumb of the fascists who started the Great War? And that said organization's goal was on the search for immortality?"

Anderson nodded. "The very one and same. From what I've gathered, Millennium is back. Or perhaps it might be some radical who's using the same name. Either way, if they have men who can turn people into ghouls, who were probably already deflowered, then they're dangerous. We need all the information we can get and give it to Hellsing."

The three took a couple of seconds to process what Anderson had just said. "WHAT?!"

"There's the part I was waiting for." sarcastically thought Anderson.

"But why, Father Anderson?" asked Heinkel. "Why should we give those heathens our information? Even if we do have a non-aggression pact with them, it still doesn't make any sense."

Anderson looked at the blond and told her the reason. How Alucard eliminated the source of the ghouls with him, along with two teams from Beacon Academy. Anderson quickly found himself being shaken by Heinkel, who grew hysterical once Beacon was mentioned.

"Who were the teams that you brought to Mistral?! Was Jaune in one of them?! Please, tell me Father Anderson!"

Anderson grew annoyed at his former student and lightly shoved her off of him. He adjusted his glasses and looked at her. "Alright alright! No need to get so hysterical, Heinkel. Yes, Jaune was with me. You should be proud to know that he's the leader of his own team and that he's been doing great at Beacon."

Heinkel smiled at the status of her little brother. It was nice to hear to that he's doing fine. "So, where is he? Is he back in Beacon?" Heinkel noticed the priest's hand tense slightly, bringing back her hysteria. "Where is he? Where's my little brother at?!"

The Paladin of Luna sighed and told her where Jaune is currently at. "Mistral, more specifically, at Hellsing Manor."

This brought on a look of shock from Yumei, a look of surprise from Maxwell, and a look of horror from Heinkel.

"What? But why, Father Anderson?" asked Yumie. "Why did you leave Jaune leave with those, those, heathens?!"

Anderson sighed, bracing himself for their reactions. "This is it. Time to face to face the bloody music." The bespectacled Paladin looked at the three of them. "Because, Jaune is now a vampire."

Yumie gasped in shock, her eyes wide as plates. Maxwell looked very surprised, an emotion of conflict present on his face. Although Heinkel's was the most drastic. The blond's eyes were wide in horror, her mouth wide open still in shock.

Maxwell managed to recompose himself and stared at his father figure. "How? How was anyone able to convert Jaune into a vampire? Isn't the Arc's armor completely blessed? Not one unholy being should have been able to bite him, let alone come near him! And yet you say he's now vampire. Which begs the question, who bit him?"

Anderson opted to remain silent and not reveal that Alucard's wife, nor his daughter, was a bloody vampire. He respected him enough to keep it a secret. The Paladin of Iscariot looked at the frozen Heinkel and asked her if she's alright. When he received no response, he quirked an eyebrow.

"Heinkel, you okay there?"

The blond remained frozen, her mouth still wide open. Maxwell walked up to his friend and slowly pressed his finger on her cheek, eliciting no response from the stunned female. The almost albino sighed and looked at his father-figure.

"She's in shock. We might have to put her in the medical bay." The Bishop looked at the nun and snapped her out of it. "Yumie! We need a stretched to carry Heinkel out."

The nun blinked and nodded. She spun around and ran out of the Archives. Seeing Heinkel in frozen shock brought Anderson a migraine, one he desperately did not want to have.

"Good Lord. If THAT'S how she's gonna act, I dread how Argent and Rose are gonna react. Bloody hell. Can this day get ANY worse?"

It can.

Yumie came back running, looking quite panic-stricken. "Father Anderson! A small segment from Section IV Shawcross have gone renegade and ransacked the 'Don't Fuck with This' Armory!"

Anderson and Maxwell stared at Yumie in disbelief, while Heinkel finally snapped out of her stupor. The Rival of Dracula clenched his fist and uttered one word. "What?"

"They stole two Bullheads, four dozen weapons, over a hundred worth of ammunition. And, a-and-"

"Spit it out, Yumie! What else did they steal?!" the bespectacled priest demanded.

Yumie flinched at Anderon's tone and meekly said it. "T-The Spear of Destiny."

"No." was all Anderson could say. What else could he say? He was in disbelief, that the very weapon that pierced Monty Oum's body, was in the hands of some renegades. Anderson growled and faced Maxwell. "Enrico!"

The male shot up, a look of seriousness on his face. "Yes, Father Anderson?"

The Judas Priest narrowed his eyes as he started to walk out. "Follow me, we're going to be hunting some deserters." Anderson looked at Yumie and Heinkel and pointed at the documents. "You two, see if you can find anything else about Millennium."

The Axis of Righteousness nodded with absolute, with Maxwell following Anderson out of the room. Yumie and Heinkel picked up a few documents and started to skim through them. Anderson looked furious as he traipsed across the halls. A single bayonet slid into his hand, clenching it very tightly.

The fear of man brings a snare, but he who trusts in the Lord will be exalted.

Back to Hellsing

"And here we have our Training Area."

Pyrrha smiled, as she showed her friends around the very room she always trained in. The training area's design was quite average. The walls were painted crimson, a few motivational posters pasted on.

The room had four test dummies lineup next to each other, targets painted all over its body. In the far back were some exercise equipment, such as dumb bells, weight straps, bench presses and squat racks. At the left were training weapons, such as a wooden spear, a gun filled with BB pellets and a bokken.

Pyrrha's smile turned nostalgic, remembering the times her father and her mother trained her into using Milo and Akuou. The redhead was snapped out of her reverie by Nora, who ecstatically wanted to move on to the next room after looking around the Training Area swiftly.

The Vampire Princess obliged and they moved out to the next room. Pyrrha smiled and gestured to the door. "And this is-" Pyrrha cut herself off, looking confused. "Actually, I don't think I know what room this is. Before I left, there never was a room next to the Training Area."

Nora beamed brightly as she took hold of the door knob. and twisted it open "Ooh! Maybe it's a room filled with treasure! Or maybe it's like an indoor swimming pool!"

Unable to contain her excitement, Nora pushed the door open. The Valkyrie peered in and let out a shrill of excitement. "Oh my god! It's heaven!" Nora quickly barged in, leaving her friends in the dust.

RWBY and JPR looked at each other confusedly and looked into the room. The room was basically an indoor forest, but that was not what was peculiar about the room. No. What was peculiar about it were the dozens of sloths hanging on the trees.

Everyone blinked in surprise to see that the room was essentially a Sloth Sanctuary. Nora was doing her job and admiring each one. Pyrrha placed her fingers on her chin, trying to make sense of this. Her eyes shot open and she snapped her fingers.

"Oh, right. Mother loves sloth just as much as Nora does. I almost forgot about that little detail."

Nora zoomed towards Pyrrha, eyes in the Sloth Lover's eyes. "Your mom is the best woman to ever exist!" Before Pyrrha had time to react, Nora dashed back to admire the sloths.

Weiss then decided to ask an important question. "Why DOES Nora love sloths so much?"

Ren opened his mouth up to answer, only to close it and instead scratch the back of his head in confusion. "That's...actually a good question. I don't know the reason myself." He shrugged. "We'll figure it out some-"

Ren was cut off as the ground suddenly quaked. Everyone stumbled from where they stood. Some of the sloths managed to clung onto the trees, while others were not so lucky. Nora saw the sloths about to fall of and quickly took action to catch them. The Valkyrie used her body as a landing pad, two sloths landing softly on her stomach, another landing on her head. Nora giggled and cheered in victory.

Pyrrha narrowed her eyes, her vampiric senses going off as she felt the presence of three dozen men, besides her family and friends, right inside the manor. The redhead growled and unconsciously clenched her hand in anger.

"Someone DARES to try and attack my home?!"

Ruby then decided to ask, "Why would ANYONE even try to attack your home? It doesn't really make any sense!"

Pyrrha didn't answer her and opted to reach for her weapon instead, only to feel the air. At first, the redhead looked confused, until realization dawned upon her. "Oh no."

Earlier that Day

Walter bowed and greeted the two teams. The butler stood straight and gestured to the cart."If the seven of you would so kindly put your weapons into here so i can upgrade them. Yes, being blessed is great and all, but it doesn't hurt to modify your weapons so you can easily combat the ghouls, and lessen your effort in fighting the Grimm."

Pyrrha smiled and placed in her weapon, despite being told not to. The redhead faced her friends and explained. "There's no need to mistrust him, guys. Walter created my weapons, you can trust your weapons in his hands. Trust me, it'll be all worth it."

RWBY and NR looked at each other, silently contemplating. Jaune looked at his sword for a moment, before placing it in. The rest saw this and decided to follow, placing in their weapons carefully in the cart. Ruby was the last one to place her weapon in, giving it a tearful goodbye. Walter bowed again and took hold of the cart.

"Estimated time of completion is possibly within two days. Although, Miss Pyrrha, Milo and Akuou just need a bit tuning up, nothing major."

"We don't have our weapons!" exclaimed Pyrrha. "Not all of us can exactly fight hand-to-hand."

Yang nodded in agreement. "Yeah. There's you, Ren, maybe Nora, and me. Besides, we don't exactly know what we're up against."

The Vampire Princess lowered her head and glared heatedly at the ground. She hated feeling useless, she hated not being able to do anything. The redhead felt a comforting feeling on her shoulder and looked up to see Jaune flashing her a smile. Pyrrha could practically feel Jaune's concern radiate, which was something she rather enjoyed. Pyrrha placed her hand on top of his and smiled back.

Pyrrha perked up, hearing her Scroll ring. She took it out and looked at the message she received. The others looked over her shoulder, curious as to what message she received. It was both cryptic and confusing.

"Go to the security room and bring along your friends for a little show."

The scene flashed to Integra, who grounded her teeth in annoyance and anger. "Of all the times I decided to lend my men to Lionheart just to exterminate a few Grimm nests." Integra whipped out her Scroll and quickly dialed Walter. Once he picked up, she opened her mouth to issue an order, but he immediately cut her off.

"No need to worry, Master Integra. I'm approaching our mansion's first level as we speak. I highly suggest that you arm yourself for your protection." said the butler.

Integra nodded and asked Walter if he called Alucard to inform him of the situation.

"Yes, I did. Unfortunately, he's currently…busy with Lady Aphrodite."

For a second, Integra didn't understood what the aged fighter meant but quickly realized the context behind the statement. "Oh." she simply said. "Have you contacted Pyrrha?"

"Already sent her a message. Although, with their weapons with me, I won't be having any sort of back up, which isn't quite necessary. Master, I highly employ you, sit back and relax. Watch as I do exactly what the butler does, and tidy up." And with that, Walter ended the call.

Integra smirked and picked out one of her cigars, quickly lighting it up. Hellsing's leader took a puff and pressed a button on the screen in her desk, which lit up and accessed the security cameras scattered across the halls.

"I get to see the Angel of Death rise up from retirement on a front row seat? How delightful." she sighed, exhaling the puff of smoke.

Hellsing's Foyer

The renegade Catholics trudged through the halls, a smirk on their faces. They had a total of fifty men, not counting their leader. The entrance had no sorts of guards, which allowed them to get in without any sort of worry. All of them wore white and gold versions of the uniform that Anderson wore, with a golden cross necklace hanging from their necks.

The leader, as evidenced by the golden sash around his shoulders, who had chestnut brown hair and black eyes, held a long spear, the mid-section of it colored golden with a small cross right in the middle.

It was the Spear of Destiny, also known as the Holy Spear or the Spear of Longinus. This spear was the very weapon that pierced Oum's body during His death. The blade of the spear was coated with His blood, making the spear a weapon of Holiness.

"Heh. Hellsing Headquarters, the supposed top-notch monster exterminator of Mistral." The leader scoffed. "Protestants fuck everything up. There wasn't even a single guard at the gates. What kind of security is that?" He shook his head as he grinned ecstatically. "It doesn't matter! We'll kill that Integra bitch, take Alucard's head and everyone else in this damned building. Screw Anderson!"

One of the renegades looked at the leader and addressed him. "Um, excuse me, Father Niwatori?"

Niwatori looked at his fellow priest, whom had Caucasian skin, dark red hair and dull blue eyes. The leader nodded at him. "Yes, what is it, Samston?"

"What exactly are we? We're not exactly Catholics anymore since we've broken away from Iscariot and the Pope."

Niwatori let out an evil chuckle. He swung around the Spear of Destiny and looked at his reflection through it. "We are God's true divine will. Not that prat Maxwell, not the Pope and certainly not Anderson! If they were truly apart of God's divine will, why had they not yet attacked this place and killed all of the heathens? Instead, they set up a truce with these Protestant fuckbuckets."

Samston smirked and cocked his guns. "So, that's why we have the spear - To kill Alucard and take his head."

"Indeed! Not only that, it deserves to be in the hands of true Catholics! We still serve our Lord and Savior -Monty Oum, but we do it our own way." Niwatori stopped his march and slammed the spear on the ground, gaining everyone's attention. "Listen up! Our objective is simple; kill the leader of Hellsing and behead their pet! Kill anyone else that stands within our way. Godspeed, men. May the Lord be with you!"

"And with your-"

Exactly half of the renegades were bisected by wires so thin, it wasn't tracked by any of them. The halves of the bisected men fell down and started gushing out a shower of blood, which coated their surviving men. The others unlocked the safety pin of their guns and circled around Niwatori, who growled in annoyance.

"Oh dear, it seems I missed quite a few. I guess I'm not as spry as I used to be."

Niwatori clenched his teeth and gripped the Spear tighter, looking around and barked. "Who dares try to kill the servants of God?! Show yourself, coward!'

The wires glowed, allowing the survivors to see it clearly. It spun around and retracted into the gloved hands. From the shadow, Walter walked out. The butler had a menacing smirk as he adjusted his gloves.

"Greetings gentlemen. My name is Walter C Dornez. Ex-vampire hunter and butler to the Hellsing Family. I answer the door, I clean up the estate and I take out the thrash. And I also take out self-entitled little twats such as yourselves."

Niwatori jabbed the spear forward, pointing it right at Walter. "Open fire!"

The renegades started unloading their bullets straight at the aged butler. Walter's smirk never disappeared as he ran towards the rogue Catholics, swerving through the bullets with a mixture of nimbleness and agility. Walter re-summoned his wires, slicing through a couple of the renegades.

Walter wasn't done and quickly started flicking his hand through all directions, forcing the wires to follow it, and in turn, slice through anything its way. About fifteen men, including Niwatori, were left. The renegades gritted their teeth and didn't stop firing.

Walter chuckled lightly and moved his wires around him, slicing the bullets before it could even reach him. He looked at the fifteen renegades and gave them a creepy grin. "Night night." And he flicked his arm to the right, dismembering every renegade from limb to limb. All except Niwatori, who survived because of the miscalculated distance on Walter's part.

Niwatori gritted his teeth. The priest twirled the spear around and took hold of it with both hands, pointing it at the aged-butler. "You are a demon-devil conceived by the bleakest of wounds!"

The so-called insult made Walter laugh. "That is both hilarious and ironic, seeing as my former moniker was 'The Angel of Death'. It pleases me."

"Angels are the helpers of God! You are no angel!" declared Niwatori. The man slipped into a stance and glared at Walter. "Face me, cretin. For I shall rid the world of the filth and reclaim kingdom of Mistral in the name of the Catholics!"

The butler snorted and surrounded himself with his wires. "How frightening. You have a spear with some of Monty Oum's blood on it. If Alucard wasn't too busy shagging his wife, he probably would've said something like, 'Oh, you got a spear with some Savior juice on it~'. But alas, we're not going to find out, are we?"

Niwatori roared and charged at Walter. The renegade priest delivered a few thrusts towards the butler, whom swiftly dodged. The aged butler entangled the spear with his wires and pulled it down just as it was about to stab him in the face. Niwatori struggled and tried to wrest back the spear.

Walter noticed his struggle and released his hold on the spear, making Niwatori stumble like an idiot. The butler charged straight and flying kicked the brunette on the stomach, making the renegade gasp for air. Walter flipped over him and kicked the back of his head, spinning him around. Walter brought out his wires and embedded it through the priest's limbs. Not enough to cut, but to deeply pierce.

"Now, I highly suggest pissing yourself. Followed by of course a prayer to your IMPUDENT god. Oum knows you're a pathetic little shit. " said Walter, who was grinning.

The renegade priest spat at the butler and glared at him defiantly. "Fuck you, bastard! May the Lord rain his wrath upon your wrinkly ass and beat you with your own shriveling dick!"

Walter smirked and tugged at the wires, making Niwatori flinch. "Good heavens. Didn't your mother teach you some manners?"

And he pulled back his arms, which in turn, pulled back the wires, dismembering the priest. Walter smirked and retracted his wires. The butler walked up to the limbless priest and held an interrogating look.

"Now then, you're going to tell me exactly who you are, why you attacked this place and what your exact goal is. I'd make it quick if you don't want to-"

Walter cut himself off as the stumps quickly regenerated back its respective limbs. Walter blinked in both shock and surprise, giving Niwatori an opening. The priest shot up and punched the butler straight in the cheek, sending him stumbling.

He picked up the Spear of Destiny and kicked Walter down. The renegade priest twirled it for a second and stabbed straight Walter in the shoulder, making the butler grunt in pain. Niwatori chuckled madly as he further plunged the spear.

"As if I'd tell you my goals. But fine, I'll give you the courtesy. The name's Niwatori Ketsuiki and as I've said, I'm here to cleanse this land of its filth and reclaim it in the name of Catholicism!"

Much to the rouge's confusion, Walter started chuckling. Niwatori took out the spear then hovered it above the butler's neck, as he started to get infuriated by the sound of Walter's laughing.

"Why are you laughing? What's so funny?!"

Walter controlled himself and smirked. "Because I'm starting to see how Alucard feels! Just a little bit anyway. Well then, Father Niwatori, I must say, it's quite ballsy of you to try and kill me with the Spear of Destiny. Pray tell, does it actually work?"

Niwatori frowned from Walter's words. "Of course it does! Let me demonstrate!" shouted Niwatori, whose face contorted into that of a mad one.

The priest pulled back the bloodied spear and prepared to plunge it deep into the butler's gullet. Until a set of bayonets rained from in front and stabbed the renegade in the arms, forcing him to drop the spear. Walter's reflexes kicked in as he rolled out of spear's range, which embedded itself deep in the floor.

Niwatori gritted his teeth and clutched the bayonets plunged into his arms. As he was about to pull it out, a familiar voice to him echoed through the halls.

"Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and for thy possession, the ends of the earth. Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron. Thou shalt dash them in pieces, like a potters vessel. Be wise now, therefore ye kings. Be admonished ye judges of the earth. Serve the lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the son lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, though his wrath be kindled but a little."

All color from Niwatori's face was completely drained as he heard that verse be spoken. Throughout the entire Iscariot Organization, this verse was one of the most feared for one single reason = It was commonly used by Anderson himself whenever he's about to bring upon down his wrath.

The frightened renegade looked around, trying to predict where the the Paladin would attack. Sweat dripped down heavily from Niwatori's forehead, looking around with paranoia. Walter slowly stood up and propped himself against the wall, clutching his wound, trying to not let any blood leak out. He looked around in confusion, not expecting Anderson to come back so soon.

A spear of light shot Niwatori from behind, hitting him straight in the chest. Niwatori screamed in pain and tried to pull it out, only for his hands to burn when he touched it.

"Heh. As the millennials would say, 'got 'em'!"

Niwatori's head shot up in surprise, but couldn't turn his body to face the voice. Walter looked certainly surprise as Maxwell walked out from the shadows, his hand enveloped by the same light that's piercing Niwatori.

"M-Maxwell?!" shouted the renegade priest in surprise.

The almost-albino chuckled mirthfully as he walked up to Niwatori, the spear being pushed further forward. "Indeed! Did you really think Father Anderson would waste his time in hunting you? No. He had more important things to do then kill some idiotic vermin who thinks he can act on his own and call it God's divine will."

Niwatori gritted his teeth, blood leaking out from the corners of his mouth. "Y-you lot don't do anything about Alucard and Hellsing! Instead, you fucking went up and formed a non-aggression pact with these fuc-argh!"

Maxwell's unoccupied hand glowed and materialized another spear, which was then stabbed into the renegade's abdomen.

"I'll be perfectly honest, I hate Hellsing as much as you do, but our organizations have a common goal. Father Anderson has battled Alucard dozens of times, and both of them are equal in power. They respect each other enough to not meddle in one another's business. Anderson is far more powerful and influential than me. What's more, he IS our father. He has raised every soldier in the Iscariot as if they were his own. And YOU spat at his efforts like it was nothing but thrash!"

Maxwell raised his foot and kicked Niwatori in the ass, pushing him out of his spears of light, making him fall on the blood-soaked floor. The wounds on the renegade's chest healed up. He pushed himself up and spotted a nearby pistol. Niwatori picked it up and spun around, shooting at the pink-eyed Bishop.

Maxwell grunted and raised up his hand, a small, round barrier forming at his palm. He moved it around to block the bullets with ease. The Bishop spun around and re-materialized the spears around his arms.

Niwatori panicked and wildly shot at the charging priest. Maxwell sliced through the bullets that neared him like paper and continued on towards the traitor. The renegade whimpered as the gun made a clicking sound, signifying its lack of ammo. Having nothing else, Niwatori threw the gun at Maxwell, who sliced it in half.

The traitor scampered back, fear now coating his face. This wasn't what he dreamed in doing. He dreamed to have successfully kill of Integra and claim Alucard's head as a trophy to assert his dominance. Then he would've stormed the Iscariot Organization's headquarters and recruit those he did not kill.

But this wasn't a dream. This was real life. He knew it himself that he was pathetic. That everything he ever planned in doing would never come into fruition because he wasn't strong enough. He always placed himself on others, expecting them to carry him straight to the top and feed off of them like a parasite.

Niwatori let out the loudest scream he could muster as Maxwell trudged towards him with a blank yet horrifying look. The renegade's back bumped into two soft things, which made him forget his fear for a brief moment. But then his fear returned as he was picked up by the shoulders.

The renegade felt two short yet very sharp things plunge into the nape of his neck. Whatever it was, it made him squeal like a worthless pig. Niwatori could feel his very soul be sucked out from his body, along with his Aura and blood.

Maxwell and Walter stood there, as they saw Aphrodite continued to feast upon Niwatori's blood. Normally the Bishop would've done something by now, but there were two reasons that was stopping him - One; Niwatori was a traitor. And two; Aphrodite completely dwarfs him in comparison of their power.

In a manner of minutes, Niwatori faded out of existence, as his soul was absorbed into whom absorbed him. Aphrodite flipped her hair to the other side and giggled with mirth.

From her office, Integra smirked and puffed out another smoke. In the security room, RWBY and JNR looked in shock and awe, seeing the process of a vampire sucking out blood for the very first time. Pyrrha felt a swell of pride rise inside, seeing her mother kill the ringleader of invaders.

Back to the Foyer, Aphrodite blinked and let out her tongue. "Ugh. He tasted like chicken blood."

Maxwell chuckled as his spears of light dissipated. "Perhaps that is why his name literally translates to chicken blood."

Aphrodite narrowed her eyes at the sight of the Bishop. Her warm green eyes turned red, her nails sharpened like claws, her fangs bared against one of the students of Anderson. Even still, Maxwell didn't look unnerved. In fact. he rolled his eyes and raised his hand in a surrendering motion.

"What are you doing here, Catholic?" hissed out Aphrodite as she glared at Maxwell.

"I'm not here to do ANYTHING to Hellsing." The priest motioned towards the littered limbs and corpses around the foyer. "I'm just here to pick up these fools up."

The Countess slipped into a battle stance, growling like a rabid animal. "That's what they ALL say."

Anderson stepped into view, catching Aphrodite's attention. The bespectacled paladin looked at the redhead and nodded. Aphrodite frowned and stood up straight, her eyes and nails going back to normal.

Anderson and Maxwell looked at each other and nodded. The both of them took out a Bible and slammed their hands on the cover. The book opened up by itself, dozens of it pages unattached themselves and flew into the air. The scriptures were blown away and encircled around the corpses and two Catholics. Seconds later, the pages disintegrated and showed nothing but the remaining blood splatters.

Walter walked towards the vampiress and bowed. "Hello, Mrs. Nikos. Fine evening, isn't it?"

The mother of Pyrrha smiled and waved at the aged butler. "It was. Until those bastards interrupted mine and Alucard's little tryst."

At the mention of their...provocative activities earlier, Walter blushed as both Aphrodite's and Alucard's moans would be forever stuck in his head. He could only nod in agreement. "Why yes of course!"

Aphrodite flipped her hair and disappeared in a flurry of bats, leaving Walter to recompose himself and to start tidying up the Foyer.

Within a Desolate Wasteland

Salem clasped her hands as she watched the video sent to her from Cinder via the Grimm Seer. Her inner circle, Arthur Watts, Tyrian Callows and Hazel Rainart watched the video with various reaction.

Tyrian watched with sadistic glee, chuckling every time a limb got blown up. Arthur grew nervous and nervous as the video progressed. The same could be said with Hazel, normally calm, had a look of fear in his eyes.

"Well, at least Cinder had a semblance of a brain to send us this." stated Arthur.

Tyrian cackled madly as he watched Alucard barrage Anderson with bullets. "Have to say, they sure know how to fight! Dramatic flair and lots of pain!"

Hazel composed himself and steeled himself to continuing watching. "Who are they?" he asked to no one in general.

Salem lowered her hands and informed her cohorts of the knowledge she knew about the two. "Alucard is the oldest vampire in existence, and is also the most powerful one. He has lived even before the kingdoms of today have been formed. He is also known by many monikers. Such as Vlad Tepes the III, Son of the Dragon, The Impaler, and the most important one of all, Dracula."

The last moniker brought shock and fear through her minions. Arthur was the first to snap out of his stupor and shakily asked his mistress for confirmation. "D-Dracula?! Y-you mean the vampire lord that has killed hundreds, nay, THOUSANDS?!"

The Grimm Queen nodded. "The very one and same."

"Surely you can beat her, mistress?" asked Tyrian.

Much to their shock, she shook her head. "I'm afraid that I wouldn't be able to. He is FAR more powerful than I am. Perhaps, there WAS a time when I could've beaten him but that time has passed. " Salem clasped her hands and placed her chin on it. "But that's not even the worst part. Alexander Anderson is practically Alucard's opposite but virtual equal. You've seen how he traded blows with the vampire. He's a devout servant to Monty Oum, giving him a plethora of holy abilities."

Arthur deeply frowned and slowly leaned back into his chair. "Then the both of them are very much a threat to our plans. Forgive me if I insulted you, my mistress, but there is no way to remove them from the equation if they are that powerful."

Salem seemed to be in deep thought. Her eyes lightly shot up and looked through the windows. This prompted the other three to look and their jaws dropped as they saw a whole a fleet of zeppelins coming into view.

"Zeppelins? I didn't think anyone still used that old type of aircraft." Arthur muttered to himself with a mix of curiosity and genuine confusion.

Salem looked at the air ships with wonder and amazement. "How is this possible? Who are they and how were they able to locate my land?"

The doors were slammed open, prompting Tyrian to jump out of his seat and draw out his weapons. Arthur and Hazel calmly stood up and walked over to stand next to their mistress if anything were to happen to her.

The intruders were all soldiers. Arthur narrowed his eyes, recognizing the uniforms the soldiers wore. - It was the one used by Mantle when it still existed. The sea of soldiers parted, allowing a man in white to walk. Behind the man were five figures, each looking quite distinctive.

The man was short and plump with blond hair and golden eyes. His hair was oddly styled, with a longer section coming up and then down again in the front left side of his head, like a folded piece of paper. He was dressed impeccably, wearing an expensive white suit with a long matching overcoat, white gloves, glasses, and a black tie with a red gem on it.

Next to him was a tall and lanky man with blond hair. He's dressed in a perpetually bloodstained white lab coat, an unusual shirt which reveals his lower torso, and glasses with an assortment of adjustable, multi-lensed spectacles. He wore four fingered gloves with both his ring finger and pinky forced into the last one.

To the blond's left was a tall man on par with Alucard and Anderson. He had snow white hair, bloody red eyes, and somewhat tanned skin. Unlike his companions, he wore a green overcoat with its neck guard turned up and an officer's cap emblazoned with some sort of symbol. His trousers were a dark shade of green and he wore boots.

After him was a tall and lanky female with glowing blue eyes and freckled cheeks. She had long blue tinted black hair that reached down to her knees, wearing a dark blue-purple suit, a dark pink dress shirt, a green tie, and black shoes. She also wore glasses, white gloves - presumably to protect her hands when firing her musket, which she carried and rested on both her shoulders - and a large silver Swastika pendant.

Came next was an androgynous woman with dark brown skin and short, spiky orange hair. She was very tall and muscular. She had narrow green eyes, with the right eye being much darker in color. The most notable feature on her are the tattoos. They consist of a large pentagram on her forehead, a purple spiral on her right shoulder, and innumerable letters covering the entire right side of her body. Her outfit consists of a dark green halter top, pants and boots. She's also wearing black gloves on both hands, and a silver and dark gray scythe in-hand, resting on her right shoulder.

After her was, surprisingly, a feminine young boy around the age of 14. The boy had spiky straw-colored hair and pink eyes. He wore a yellow dress shirt, black shorts, black knee high socks, a black tie, white gloves and black dress shoes.

The last one was a tall and thin man with green eyes, light silver hair, and a thin brown mustache. He's dressed in a brown suit, vest, and wide-brimmed fedora with a blue tie and white gloves.

Being devoted and insane, Tyrian growled and bared his weapons. "Who dares invade my mistress's land?!"

The short man in white smirked as he saluted, prompting the others to follow. Salem and her associates raised a single eyebrow at the odd way they saluted. Their right arm straightened and inclined upward, with the hand open and palm down. All of the soldiers shouted as one.

"Sieg Heil!"

Of course, this brought confusion to the three men. Salem strummed her chin, as if trying to remember something. Her eyes shot open, understanding what the soldiers had just said. It was in Mantle's old language, meaning 'Hail, my leader!'. Which narrowed down the identities of the people in front of her.

"One of the instigators of the Great War. A battalion rumored to have survived conflicts throughout decades and have achieved a great power: Vampirism. Millennium."

The man in white chuckled with mirth as he smiled at the Mistress of Grimm. "Our reputation proceeds us! Yes, we are in fact, Millennium! The very one and same that started the riot which ignited the Great War! My army and I have heard of you, Salem. We searched high and low to offer our services to you. You see, I am a purveyor of war. No matter what kind. We LIVE for war. We LIVE to cause induction, destruction, no matter the cost!"

Salem unclasped her hand and looked at the man, not convinced. "Go straight to the point. What is it exactly that you want?"

The man grinned. "The death of Alucard." he stated with a grin.

Of course, that was met sounds of disapproval from Arthur and Tyrian. Hazel opted to remain silent, wanting to comment after the man had entirely said what he wanted.

"It may sound crazy, it may sound insane, but I can assure you that it can be done. I know how to beat him. You are the Führer of Grimm, which would mean you'd want him gone to further your plan. I can hazard a guess that involves destroying all kingdoms!"

When the ash-skinned female nodded, the man's grin turned maniacal.

"Then our interests align! So why not work together? I assure you, with our numbers, power and technology, we can surely best every Kingdom within this world. We can make their defenses crumble and their kingdom fall onto its knees." The man offered his man, his glasses gleaming brightly. "We can offer so much! We were bred for war! We were made for destruction! That is our purpose in our life! We can do more than the Grimm! My army is tenacious, horrifying, powerful and adaptable! All I ask, is for war and you may use as you see fit! So, what do you say to an alliance?"

The three men looked at him apprehensively, while Salem seemed to think it over. The witch stood up from where she sat and approached the man. Arthur, Hazel and Tyrian looked at her in shock as she clasped her hand with his. Salem smiled as she shook his hand. "Very well then. We shall work together. You know my name but I do not know yours."

The man chuckled, the gleam in his glasses disappearing, showing his gold yet hostile eyes. "Please, Mein Führer. You may call me Major."