After the incident of Incognito, the Secret Organisation Hellsing was exposed to public, thus puting not only the Great Brittish Empire but the entire globe into chaos. Sir Integral Hellsing, Leader of the Organisation, was now referred to as "the witch" or "a saint" by different groups of men. Books and other multimedia based on Vampires and Satanism sold like hotcakes. "Helpless creatures." Alucard murmured, grnning. "Alucard." Integral seeked the vampire in his room. "Where is the girl? I need to have a word with her." "At the ruins," Alucards answered dimly. "She had something to sort out with her friend."

"Helena... I don't know. I'm more confused. I... I... I need your advice again." There was no answer from the ashes of once a lavish, yet unnoticeable mansion. "Ceras Victoria." "Master?" Cears turned to greet her master appearong on the empty street. "Seeking for anwers, I see." Ceras widened her eyes and turned around to see the ruins. "I don't know anymore. It's, it's so messed up here, inside." She pointed at her chest. "Me, killing 'my' kind and all..." She reluctantly let out her words.

"That's a surprising statement, female officer. YOUR kind? You haven't killed a REAL vampire yet. It's rare that it happens. I we do, we vanquish only those who would love to kill us. Vampires are creatures of pride and grace. We shall not beg for life or try to engage a late relationship." Alucard advanced a couple of steps toward the ruins. "Poor kid. But I guess it's better this way." "I don't know..."

"Female officer, you're only a couple of months old as an undead. When the day your age exceeds the number of days a year comes, you will feel the same."

"Do YOU want to perish, Master?" Ceras asked Alucard with a hint of tremble in her voice. "Have you ever wanted to perish, like Helena did?" She repeated, as her Master had kept silent. On her urge, Alucard made his usual grin, his blood-red eyes gleaming, then disappeared on the spot.

"Everything is a game for you, isn't it?" Ceras complained toward an empty space where Alucard had been.

"Walter," whispered Integral, with her eyes out-focused. "What should I do? I, I don't know. I want to, but..." The Leader seemed rather frightened. Obviously, there was no answer, as Walter had already died in the helicopter explosion. "Ever since Alucard swore to serve me as long as I live, I wished he would serve me for eternuty, that he would serve none but me. I know that it's simply impossible, unless... Dammit...!"

"Integral-sama!" "Sebastian? What is it?" The newly-appointed butler, Sebastian -actually a distant cousin of Walter's- rushed into Integral's office and spoke. "It has been reported that a virgin has conceived in London!" Integral's eyes widened. "Immaculate Conception? Has the day come?" "That's not all, Sir. the virgin is Lady Gloria. There is going to be a celebration mass in three hours." "Lady Gloria? The daughter of the Duke of Wales? Sebastian, prepare for a trip to Wales." "Yes, Integral-sama." "And prepare a congratulations present for the Holy Virgin." Sebastian gave a light bow and got out of Integral's office. "Amen." Grimmed Integral.

"How's this, Vatican? The Holy One is going to be born in this very Empire. Doomed, and proven worng, thou shalt be."