Broken Eden
"We are made of the same dust, the same hand, and the same urge. Without me, you are nothing. We are equals, why should I lie beneath you?!"
Chapter Two
- Lilith
Integral did not believe in the Talmud. Something as esoteric and unchristian was not of her concern. However, she found the similarity morbidly amusing.
She had watched Alucard's behavior and she had listened to his demands with the utmost calm. Give him a bit of freedom and this was what would happen. It figured. It could not have continued any longer, and so Integral had decided to put it to an end.
As a Hellsing, she would not tolerate a challenge to her authority. Besides, Alucard, in spite of his denial, enjoyed being dominated. It was only a matter of time, he would come to realize. His masochistic fetish was well known to her; his brides were evidence enough. The three sisters had even made him bring their meals if he was to win their caresses.
She missed both him and Seras. But there was no room for silly emotions when there was work to do. Integral felt a pang of remorse at leaving the Police Girl with Alucard, she was still recovering from Pip's demise and not in the best condition to deal with her Master. She was an innocent light, something Integral wanted to protect.
Perhaps I should invite her to come along in the future.
Pushing away such ponderings, Integral focused on her duty. She would protect her Eden, her England. She knew Alucard and Seras would be enough to keep the peace inside the borders… But the exterior menaces were her objectives. One by one, vampires would fall to her claws, her desire to wipe away the impure from the sacred, Protestant lands of her people. And there was another issue to think off. Walter had informed her that the Iscariot Order was moving, trying to win a position in Ireland, even though it was her hunting territory.
That was unacceptable.
So Lilith flew from Eden to the Red Sea Coast, or rather the Northeast of Ireland where the Catholic demons currently were.
As a follower of tradition, Integral went for the king of them all, the leader of Iscariot, Enrico Maxwell. She quietly observed his movements, hiding inside his shadow.
There, she set her plan. She would have to control Enrico in order to have Iscariot please her every whim. It would not be an easy task, but she was not known to be intimidated by impossible odds.
She visited him each night as a haunting ghost, whispering promises of Kingdom Come. At first, Maxwell shoved a crucifix into her face; Integral didn't wince at it. His faith matched her own, thus she remained unaffected.
An idea struck her. Hiding herself in a glowing, majestic light and a cloak of white feathers, she spoke her words solemnly, "The Lord has sent me… He has assigned to you a very special mission"
Enrico's eyes widened, his shock obvious in his features. Disbelief battled devotion. Integral was able to read his mind - he was wondering if she was really an angel sent by God. In a way, she was not lying. As a Hellsing she was on a mission from God, wasn't she?
He struggled with his skepticism until he arrived to a conclusion. "Speak, whoever you are. I'll decide what to do."
"So little faith in God's test of your resolution?" Integral feigned disappointment. Clearly that affected Enrico. "You'll cooperate with Hellsing. Together, as good Christian followers, you shall banish those who deserve it to the flames of Hell."
"I accept the mission. I'll collaborate with what the Protestant has to say."
"Your words shall be remembered, Father Maxwell," Integral replied. Radiance left her at once. Enrico paled at the sight of her fangs, yet she wrapped her arms around him, bringing the priest against her. "We have a contract, Enrico," she whispered in his ear, not so much as a means of seduction, but more as a measure of power. A reminder. "If you call your agents to send me away, they will deem you impure for agreeing. And who will be fit enough to take your place? You'll do everything for the doctrine, won't you?"
Enrico glowered. He had dignity enough not to brush violently from her grip; he grinned like a fox, recovering his self control. She chuckled at that - it was a trait she could appreciate.
"Once everything that you consider impure is gone… our deal will be over, undead sow," Enrico answered smugly. "You'll pay for this."
It was ironic, indeed, that Enrico did not question what she would view as impure. Were not Catholics tainted beings inside protestant soil?
"We shall see, Maxwell." Integral carved her initials on the back of his neck. Enrico managed to silence his scream of pain at that; she was marking him, those wounds would never heal. Once her work was finished, she licked the blood off her fingertips. For human blood, it did not have a foul taste. He had followed his dogma, it seemed, his hemoglobin had a chaste flavor.
"Nosferatu," Enrico growled, pressing a handkerchief to the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. She was delighted to behold the white cloth slowly became stained with crimson.
"Don't be such a baby, it's merely a scratch," Integral mocked. "Whining is not the proper behavior for my Asmodeous."
