Disclaimer:Hellsing will never belong to me. Why?
Because I can't.
Enjoy or try to.
"So.....after you desecrate the building, burn the ancient texts...with the so called "Devil's work" in them.....after you terrorize the poor historians, by the way Mr.Nichol's is probably never to going wake up from his catatonic state due to you sticking your gun in his mouth and screaming where the ghouls were HEINKEL...after you realized you were at the wrong location and even offered to put out the fires with holy water, so very kind of you all I'm sure....but then again by that time you ran out of holy water and ran out of time to stop the ghouls from slaughtering the Sunday school's pet goat and sheep they needed for the reenactment of the Birth of our Lord Jesus Christ ...after all this...you still expect me to look the other way?"
"Yes sir." came the unanimous reply.
Maxwell narrowed his eyes at the three before him, and slammed the police report down on his desk loudly. Two jumped as the report met the desktop, but the other just smiled widely.
"So what" Heinkel said casually."They can get another goat and more sheep.They can clean the bloodstains with just a little soap and wat-"
"SO WHAT?"Maxwell bellowed, once again making the other two jump.
"So what Miss Wolfe Heinkel?I'll tell you this.......those children's minds will be forever shattered because of the goat's head stuck ON.THE.CROSS. Yes, On the bloody Cross where He sacrificed Himself so we can be spared from Sin. Now,you do know that once Hellsing gets a hold of this,they'll never let it go. Once the Pope finds out,he'll cut us off for good. Do you think that he wants to pay for those texts that have been passed down for thousands of years...ones that have still to translated? NO! He'll place this on us, and I'll take my turn to place it on all three of you."
"But Father Maxwell....."
"Shut it Sister Yumiko! Must I show you the little finger of Mr.Williamson that YUMIKO sliced off to stop your piteous, sniveling attempts to lessen the burden that you have placed upon yourself. Cannot even control her own other self....pathetic!"
Yumiko turned bright red and pressed her lips togther , tucking her hands under her habit to grip her rosary tight.Two fat tears threatened to leak out as she bit her lip so hard it drew blood.
But Maxwell wasn't yet done. He turned his snarl onto Alexander Anderson, shifting uneasily in his seat, trying in vain to hide the blade under his coat....unluckily he was in sitting postion and the blade was too long to tuck away without standing up.
"And I musn't forget the main offender in this case. Alexander Anderson, Paladin Knight of the Catholic Church. Oh so wonderful Divine Instrument......this is certainly not the first offense you have done and not the worst, but one that could threaten your very existance and title here in Iscariot. Book burning Anderson? How very Adolf of you to suggest such a thing. Remember Alexander.....the poor coward shot himself in the head AND lost the war.Such as now, for the damage you have inflicted is the bullet in your twisted mind. 120 volumes Alexander.....all burned to ashes, such as the ones still clinging to your gloves. Don't you try to hide them sacerdos! Tu asinus! Miser, ignavus, insolens canis! Deus!"
Maxwell fell back into his chair, and placed his hands over his eyes.
"This cannot go unpunished...this cannot go unpunished or He will see as weak and succumbing to the Dark Lord's work." He muttered to himself.
"But Father Maxwell......God loves forgivness and all those who give it unto others."
"Yumiko.....don't make me bring out that finger and throw it onto your lap."
Maxwell took off his glasses and sighed.
"There is only one punishment that can fit this scenario truly. You have been pampered well here.. given the best praises, given the best equipment, given only respect and admiration for your attempts to cleanse this world of the dead and all who associate with them. But......there are times when one must kill something you love to gain...wisdom, moeny, things that bring pleasure and stray you from the Path. In this little incident however, I believe it shall prove a postitive effect and maybe teach all three of you a lesson...put you in your place, to be more literal?"
Silence filled the room, and Heinkel lifted an hand.
"And?'
Maxwell looked up, a slow smile forming.
"Dismissed. All of you. For a month."
Because I can't.
Enjoy or try to.
"So.....after you desecrate the building, burn the ancient texts...with the so called "Devil's work" in them.....after you terrorize the poor historians, by the way Mr.Nichol's is probably never to going wake up from his catatonic state due to you sticking your gun in his mouth and screaming where the ghouls were HEINKEL...after you realized you were at the wrong location and even offered to put out the fires with holy water, so very kind of you all I'm sure....but then again by that time you ran out of holy water and ran out of time to stop the ghouls from slaughtering the Sunday school's pet goat and sheep they needed for the reenactment of the Birth of our Lord Jesus Christ ...after all this...you still expect me to look the other way?"
"Yes sir." came the unanimous reply.
Maxwell narrowed his eyes at the three before him, and slammed the police report down on his desk loudly. Two jumped as the report met the desktop, but the other just smiled widely.
"So what" Heinkel said casually."They can get another goat and more sheep.They can clean the bloodstains with just a little soap and wat-"
"SO WHAT?"Maxwell bellowed, once again making the other two jump.
"So what Miss Wolfe Heinkel?I'll tell you this.......those children's minds will be forever shattered because of the goat's head stuck ON.THE.CROSS. Yes, On the bloody Cross where He sacrificed Himself so we can be spared from Sin. Now,you do know that once Hellsing gets a hold of this,they'll never let it go. Once the Pope finds out,he'll cut us off for good. Do you think that he wants to pay for those texts that have been passed down for thousands of years...ones that have still to translated? NO! He'll place this on us, and I'll take my turn to place it on all three of you."
"But Father Maxwell....."
"Shut it Sister Yumiko! Must I show you the little finger of Mr.Williamson that YUMIKO sliced off to stop your piteous, sniveling attempts to lessen the burden that you have placed upon yourself. Cannot even control her own other self....pathetic!"
Yumiko turned bright red and pressed her lips togther , tucking her hands under her habit to grip her rosary tight.Two fat tears threatened to leak out as she bit her lip so hard it drew blood.
But Maxwell wasn't yet done. He turned his snarl onto Alexander Anderson, shifting uneasily in his seat, trying in vain to hide the blade under his coat....unluckily he was in sitting postion and the blade was too long to tuck away without standing up.
"And I musn't forget the main offender in this case. Alexander Anderson, Paladin Knight of the Catholic Church. Oh so wonderful Divine Instrument......this is certainly not the first offense you have done and not the worst, but one that could threaten your very existance and title here in Iscariot. Book burning Anderson? How very Adolf of you to suggest such a thing. Remember Alexander.....the poor coward shot himself in the head AND lost the war.Such as now, for the damage you have inflicted is the bullet in your twisted mind. 120 volumes Alexander.....all burned to ashes, such as the ones still clinging to your gloves. Don't you try to hide them sacerdos! Tu asinus! Miser, ignavus, insolens canis! Deus!"
Maxwell fell back into his chair, and placed his hands over his eyes.
"This cannot go unpunished...this cannot go unpunished or He will see as weak and succumbing to the Dark Lord's work." He muttered to himself.
"But Father Maxwell......God loves forgivness and all those who give it unto others."
"Yumiko.....don't make me bring out that finger and throw it onto your lap."
Maxwell took off his glasses and sighed.
"There is only one punishment that can fit this scenario truly. You have been pampered well here.. given the best praises, given the best equipment, given only respect and admiration for your attempts to cleanse this world of the dead and all who associate with them. But......there are times when one must kill something you love to gain...wisdom, moeny, things that bring pleasure and stray you from the Path. In this little incident however, I believe it shall prove a postitive effect and maybe teach all three of you a lesson...put you in your place, to be more literal?"
Silence filled the room, and Heinkel lifted an hand.
"And?'
Maxwell looked up, a slow smile forming.
"Dismissed. All of you. For a month."
