WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT

Avarice slid out of the dungeon wall with Seras still trapped in his tentacles. He slammed her body up against the far wall and unraveled his tentacles from around her body, taking care to keep her arms and legs pinned down. "I think its time we finished fucking, don't you?" He taunted Seras as one of the tentacle-cocks forced its way inside her mouth and down her throat. More of his tentacles shot out from his lower half and began groping Seras' breasts.

However, his fun was cut short by Sinister's gigantic knife, which pressed itself against the back of Avarice's neck.

"No fucking the harlot until Hubris has completely prepared the ritual. Understood?" Sinister asked his younger 'brother' in a sarcastic tone as the young homunculus detached himself from Seras' body and backed away from the wall.

"Have a little patience," Sinister told Avarice, "Hubris will have the ritual prepared within ten minutes." He stepped in front of Seras and fixed the younger homunculus with a threatening stare.

"You'd better be right," Avarice defiantly informed his older 'brother' and vanished back into the shadows.

"Or what?" Sinister muttered as he hoisted Seras up by her arms and bound her arms to a pair of shackles that hung from the ceiling. "You'll get your ass kicked by Dracula again?"

Seras closed her eyes and let out a moan of despair, 'Master...Help me…' She pleaded to Alucard, unaware that her entry into the homunculi's dungeon had severed their telepathic link. Then she passed out.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" Alucard roared as he turned toward the quickly retreating members of Letztes Battalion. "WHERE IS SERAS VICTORIA?! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?!" His body grew as he began to use the full extent of his release.

"How vould ve know?!" Zorin shouted back as the quartet rounded the corner. "IT'S NOT AS IF THEY VORK FOR MILLENNIUM!!"

"LIAR!!" Alucard roared as shadowy arms burst out of his sides and went after Zorin, who broke away from the Captain, Rip, and Schrödinger as they turned down a side passage. Alucard charged after Zorin, practically foaming at the mouth.

"So what now?" Anderson asked Metal as he walked over to the towering demon. "The homunculi have the draculina, and Alucard's gone batty. That leaves us in a bit of a rut, eh?"

"We're going downstairs," Metal replied as they reverted back to Fumasu's original body. As Fumasu took over, he added, "Our targets have gone to the dungeon." The Crucifix sank into the shadows as he followed Alucard back into the hallway.

"How appropriate," Anderson said with a chuckle and produced two bayonets. The paladin walked after Fumasu as the nine foot tall demon turned the corner and followed the Captain, Rip, and Schrödinger instead of Alucard.

Zorin kept running as she heard Alucard tore down the hall behind her. "Damn you!!" Zorin yelled and turned to face her opponent. She slashed out at Alucard's head with her scythe, but Alucard dodged and grabbed her by the neck. He lifted her into the air, slowly choking her to death.

"I'LL SAY IT ONE LAST TIME." Alucard warned, "WHERE. IS. SERAS. VICTORIA?!"

"I…don't…know…" Zorin gasped out. "They might be down in the dungeon…no one has been able to get inside…" Her eyes rolled up back into her head as Alucard slowly crushed her windpipe.

"Hmph," Alucard grunted and pulled back his arm. He stabbed his arm through Zorin's stomach and released her from his grip. "Thanks." He turned away and started to move down the hallway, searching for a way down to the dungeons.

"Hurry up! They're right behind us!" Schrödinger shouted at Hans as the trio rounded the corner and jumped over a makeshift barricade created by one of the many combat units still alive in the base. They turned and hurried up a nearby staircase up to Millennium's control room.

"Report!" The Major ordered as Hans, carrying an unconscious, nude Rip Van Winkle, and Schrödinger entered the control room. "Vhat's going on down there?" The Doktor tossed Hans an emergency blanket to wrap around Rip Van.

"Those homuncu-thingies stole the Draculina from us! And now Alucard's gone berserk and intends to find her even if it involves slaughtering every member of Millennium in Sin Castle!!!!" Schrödinger gasped as he reached the Major's chair.

The Major fell silent, lost in thought. "Herr Doktor, vhat have you discovered about these creatures?" He inquired.

"These homunculi might have something in connection vith the Book of Revelations in the Bible," the Dok replied as he gave Schrödinger a cold glare for forgetting what the name of their enemy was, "It keeps making references to a 'seven-headed, ten-horned beast' that is the steed of vhat it keeps calling the 'Vhore of Babylon'."

"Vhore of Babylon?" the Major repeated, but was shaken from the disturbing implications that this research as a loud bang echoed up from below. "Vhat the hell vas that?"

As the six surviving stormtroopers struggled to their feet, Fumasu walked through the ruins of the makeshift barricade with his extraordinarily large hands inside the pockets of his trenchcoat. Shadowy spikes shot out of the ground in front of him, impaling the stormtroopers and covering the walls, ceiling and floor with their blood. Fumasu closed his eyes and kept walking, his head bowed in prayer.

"How much farther?" Anderson asked as he walked after Fumasu, who turned the corner and halted.

"We're here," Fumasu replied as he reached up into the shadows of the ceiling and pulled the Crucifix out before he took aim at the door at the end of the hallway. There was another loud bang as the Crucifix blasted the doors right off their hinges with its usual 150mm depleted-uranium anti-tank round. Fumasu took a few steps closer to the dungeon entrance as the dust cleared. He watched as the dust cleared and saw Seras' body hanging limply from the ceiling. It was tempting for him to discard the Crucifix, rush over to the draculina's side and free her from the shackles holding her, but……something didn't fit. 'Better to be safe than sorry,' Fumasu thought and fired a second anti-tank round directly at Seras.

The round hit the draculina square in the stomach, messily ripping her naked body in half. As the blood poured out of her top half, she screamed in dying agony.

Fumasu smirked as Metal began to take over. "You can drop the act Sinister." He began, "We know it's you." Metal finished as they pushed the Crucifix back into the shadows.

"Heh," 'Seras' chuckled as 'her' body began to melt away. The mouth was the first thing to melt away, which revealed the trademark vile demonic grin of Sinister's mask. The eyes plopped out and hit the ground with a sickening splat. The nose and hair slid off the smooth, gray mask that was Sinister's head. The upper torso melted into Sinister's torso, and the arms and chains, as if something was wiping dirt off a window, turned into his arms. Shadows rose up from beneath him and formed his legs. His arms fell to his sides, his trademark gigantic knife in his left hand.

"You're too late. The ritual has already begun."