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EDIT: I'm sorry for not updating for a while, my revised version of my first story somewhat took over for a moment. That is a situation that will be remedied very soon.
Thorn's Entanglement, Vale
"Party's over," the hooded man said. He stood up, and appeared to backhand the bartender; that is, until a stump where his head once was began spewing blood. The man next to him tried to draw his pistol, but his hand-along with the rest of his arm-were cut off, shoved into his throat, and left there twitching uncontrollably. One of the guards were stupid enough to try and swing an electric baton at the man's head, only for the baton to mysteriously appear in a place that no electric stick should appear in. A swift kick to the handle shoved it forcibly through the man's organs into his skull, killing him very quickly.
The rest of the club took the hint and started to flee to the exit, only to be gunned down by a man on the DJ's podium; the man was none other than Alucard himself, but he had a look of uncertainty plastered on his face. Two reasons came from this; the first is actually the entire scenario he was placed in. The vampire never killed humans on sight-save for one paladin-without orders from Integra, so being able to do just that on a different world made him nervous.
The second was his compatriot's form; from being a handsomely dressed individual to a mysteriously armored death machine within seconds. How he achieved that within a short amount of time was absurd, until he saw a red glow on the right gauntlet. A closer look was needed, but for right now, the pedestrians were getting away.
The No-Life King smiled; it was time to feed.
"…the mass murders at the establishment, Thorn's Entanglement, have reached a total of 238 corpses, which also includes the owner, Ivy Thorn," Trisha said, her face looking grim while looking in the camera. "The identities of the murderers have not been found, for there have been no survivors of this tragedy. We'll keep you posted for any groundbreaking information regarding this crime: From Channel 7's VDT, I'm Trisha Ceilius, signing off."
Blake shut off the TV in Onyx's apartment; tears were already streaming in her eyes, and watching any more could make her lose her shit. Weiss was in a chair a few feet away, her jaw agape in horror, while Onyx's own face was emotionless, the air around her somber.
Their guest, Anderson, was walking back in, learning a little bit more about the world he was stuck in-to his fortune, he stopped a thief from making off with some Dust at a store three blocks off, and got some Lien as reward-and noticed the trio's look. "What's happened?" he asked, immediately concerned.
"A mass murder, Anderson; right in the heart of Vale," Onyx said.
His eyes widened at those words, and his tone steeped towards worry. "How many have perished?"
"If I remember properly, 238 confirmed, no survivors," Onyx replied. "Some of the deaths they described were disturbingly gruesome."
"How so?" Anderson asked.
"Limbs of some victims shoved into others, organs ripped out-some of those were eaten-by their own arms, decapitations, some had their blood drained, and the most gory of them all was the only one of its kind; some dark crucifixion on the owner," Weiss said, nearly trembling when she was at the end.
"Wait, 'blood drained' from some of the victims?" Anderson repeated. "…When was the last time you were at Vale?"
"A-a few weeks ago, why do you ask?" Blake stuttered in-between crying and confusion.
"Was there anyone that seemed out of place to you in style of clothing, Aura, weapons, or just had a murderous air around them?" he asks, the hint of worry and excitement growing, but just slightly. Unbeknownst to him, Onyx notices this.
Blake thinks this over, and shakes her head. But to her surprise, Weiss says, "One person, in particular; he had mainly dark red clothing, with his hat matching his overcoat, and if I recall properly, he also had orange sunglasses."
She was about to continue, but Anderson shouted, "We leave for Vale immediately; if he's here, then we don't have much time to waste. The Horseman can wait; that man you described to me is dangerous, more so than you could imagine." He turns to Onyx, and says, "When does the next boat or airship leave?"
"The next boat leaves in about ten minutes; as for airships, Mistral's government doesn't allow airship transport out of the country," she replies quickly. Grabbing Olivia's sword, she rushes out the door, shouting, "If you want to get to Vale quickly, follow me. This goes for you two as well, Blake and Weiss."
Anderson didn't need another call; he was out the door in just a few seconds. The remaining two looked at each other for a brief second, grabbed their weapons, and followed the Paladin and the Lightning wielder to their next destination.
"…How did you get that mark, exactly?" Alucard asked.
It was hours ever since the brutal decimation of the many civilians of Vale at Thorn's Entanglement. The bloodbath was listed on every single broadcast-news channel, each one depicting the incident as 'more sinister than the White Fang themselves.' The No-Life King wasn't bothered by that little fact at all; it's been a while since he fed on dogs, after all.
But what did bother him was what his boss-and compatriot-was able to accomplish within a few short seconds. And the mark on his right hand made him even more nervous than he initially had been in the first place; if The Horseman was a very powerful demon in disguise, then he's been doing his job beyond normal expectations-which was rare to find, nowadays.
"None of your concern, Alucard," The Horseman said sharply, clearly intending on trying to change the subject.
"Only a demon could possess a mark like that," the vampire countered. "You know me well enough to understand that." His gloved hand-branded with the Hellsing Pentagram-was more proof than was initially needed.
The Horseman was silent at that notion. I'm seriously hoping right now that I don't die a horrible death at the hands of this man, Alucard hastily thought.
There was one thing he noticed ever since he met The Horseman; it's that he never took off his fedora-or his sunglasses. They've always stayed on, whether the situation was talking with others, fighting drones, even the indoors got the same treatment-I'm starting to sound like a hypocrite, that's not my style. So it was no surprise that Alucard's eyes widened as The Horseman's hand raised itself-towards the sunglasses.
"You have a point there, Alucard. I suppose it's time I finally got a chance to really talk to you, a Demon King to a God," The Horseman said, devoid of all emotion. The fingertips clung to the frame of the silver sunglasses, and slowly took them off. At first, his eyes were closed, to prevent Alucard from seeing what they looked like; the moment they opened up, a new person seemed to take his place.
"Vlad Impali, otherwise known as Dracula-better known now as Alucard-it is a pleasure to finally meet the No-Life King," the man said, his voice distorted with a very heavy echo. The yellow eyes glowed with power, knowledge, and…something else. Alucard couldn't put his finger as to what it was, but it was overwhelming.
"I go by many names, Dracula; The Horseman is a disguise I use to walk the mortal plane without being mobbed by the populace. The first name that I used freely was Coronox Kardas; the one I was given was over a millennium ago, ShadowMoore," the man continued, unfazed by the vampire's uneasiness. "However, the name that I've always had-and what you will call me, should we ever meet again-is Oblivion; I was given many titles, two of them are The Dark God and The Light of Eternal Shadows.
"As for the mark you've seen, that was my doing; The Twisted Pentagram is my creation. It binds the host with my power, and originally, allowed them to keep their minds. After the fall of ShadowMoore, that has changed. My hosts are now mindless workers, filling out my orders until their time for death arrives."
Silence. That was all that could describe the room's inhabitants; Alucard was given the information he needed, but now was stuck on what to do next. Stay on Remnant, disappoint Integra, and be free from control? Or return to Earth, be praised on finding something that NASA failed to find, and return to being the Hellsing's plaything?
To his misfortune, the man/godlike figure noticed this. "You're debating something. What is it?"
"…I was given a job back on Earth. I've completed the job, but now I can't seem to decide on my next move," Alucard said. "Any suggestions?"
"Here's one," Oblivion said. And he remained quiet, for a few minutes.
"How's this a sugges-?"
Alucard was interrupted by a rumble from outside the office, along with a man shouting in the nightclub. He was accompanied by some sort of accent, one that Alucard knew all too well.
"A-Anderson's here?!" he said, his excitement growing by the second. He pulled out the Caliber-Swords, but realized that the guns were instead Casull and Jackal again. "W-what?! What the hell happened?!"
He spun to look at Oblivion, but realized that the sunglasses were back on, and the gun-blades were in both of his hands. "It's time to ride the darkness, Alucard," Coronox said eagerly. "Will you join me and kill off this pesky light for good?"
It's like he made a friend in hell-without even trying.
The Bayonet Priest was right in the middle of the nightclub, causing widespread panic amongst the regulars, some of them shouting, "First the Entanglement, now the Pit!" "I don't want to be crucified!" Ruby and Yang had their respective weapons out, ready to blow apart the paladin without even breaking a sweat: If anything, Ruby changed the most from being at Beacon Academy for three years now. Her constant missions against patches of Grimm infestations, jobs from The Horseman, and the robberies committed by Roman, Cinder, and members of the White Fang hardened her resolve. It was a slow, painful, transformation from an innocent girl to a deadly Huntress, but in her mind, it was worth it.
Anderson was shocked at what both women were wielding; in his eyes, it was a miracle to have a scythe be combined with a gun, and he didn't know what kind of bracers the one in yellow had, but he was certain that he saw shotgun shells.
Right behind him was the bartender, VulGrimm. He was pleading with Anderson to try and prevent any more damage to the nightclub-Alucard's fight with the multitude of drones proved that it was dangerous to have prolonged fights in the building. Underneath the table, his hand was holding onto the tip of a dagger, attached to some kind of wire. The Horseman never gave his employees weapons, but VulGrimm was an exception; besides, the owner kind of owed VulGrimm a favor many years ago, and this was the payment.
"I do not need to fight any of you; I'm only here for one man in particular," Anderson said. The issue is that it's not really convincing when a man flies in through the window-smashing it up by what appears to be many pieces of paper-wielding two swords. "Give him to me, and you'll be spared."
"I really can't say the same for you, ANDERSON!" a dark voice said. Ruby and Yang were accustomed to the terrors of the world, but this sent down shivers down their spines. Anderson smiled wickedly, and turned around to find the vampire, in his full attire, along with his signature guns at the side.
"Before I kill you, Alucard, do you want to know how I got onto this god forsaken planet?" Anderson asked, getting a "Hey!" from both Ruby and Yang.
"The portal in Colorado, right?" Alucard said nonchalantly.
"…As it turns out, yes. Now…" he charged, and impaled the vampire with the bayonets. His grip left them as he jumped back; letting two more take their places.
He froze when he noticed that there wasn't any smoldering coming from the wounds he made. "…W-What is this black magic?" he asked, very concerned.
Alucard grabbed them by the hilt, and pulled one of them out of his abdomen-making the onlookers gasp in shock, except for VulGrimm. Inspecting the hilt, he realized that the inscriptions on them were no longer there. "To be quite fair, I'm as confused as you are," Alucard replied.
Of course, more arrivals came in; Weiss and Blake charged through the front door, finding an impaled man on the left, another with two swords on the right, and Ruby and Yang retching on the far right. Onyx came in as well, and face-palmed. "Should have seen this coming…" she muttered.
The next one caught all of them off guard.
Three more windows were smashed, courtesy of a man in a casual outfit and six Empty Souls; Viktor Azrael. "Anderson, Millennium wants your head," the vampire said. Looking at Alucard, he said, "Didn't really expect you here. Well, at least I'll get immortality faster now!"
He landed behind Anderson, the Empty Souls following suit. Upon noticing the women on his left and right, Viktor set them loose. What he was expecting was a quick feast.
What he got were six dead Empties by the hands of them both-one of them wielding a massive scythe that could actually beat Blitz's own, and another wielding what appeared to be shotguns attached to her gauntlets. "…that plan was better in my head," Viktor deadpanned.
It was a Mexican standoff; neither side moved, but waited for someone to do so. Viktor cracked his knuckles; Anderson's grip on his bayonet's tightened; Alucard clicked the safety on both guns off; VulGrimm was about to jump the bar table entirely, both of his hands on said table; Ruby reloaded, Weiss's blade glowed red, Blake had one hand on her sword and the other on her sheath, and Yang traded out her short-range shells for her long-range slugs; Onyx held the former Olivia's sword/ringblade, waiting for someone to take the first move.
The first move was the door opening…which led to The Horseman's office. All heads turned to the gap, with Ruby, Yang, and VulGrimm shocked at it's opening; the last time it opened, there was a gang fight between two rival gangs-fortunately, neither of them were in the pants of the White Fang-and the resulting bloodbath was too much for everyone to handle. With it's opening now, no one knew what was about to happen. Though Alucard knows a little bit, even he is concerned about the end result.
Then, a few words were spoken; ones that made even the No-Life King freeze in fear:
"Releasing Dark Art Restrictions to Level One; Three…Two…One~…"
That…took forever. I really need to set up a schedule for this shit, and follow it to the letter. Honestly, I have no real updating schedule for any of my stories, so this will be remedied after I end this crossover.
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