A/N: In which the history of the world is reveiwed and the final battle takes place. Several stories, games, and shows that I liked were drawn upon for this history, including stories from KharBevNor, Zaybach1, and the Bible. I want it to be known that instead of ripping their stories off completely, I merely used what they said as a basis for a side note, like Anderson's history and why Alucard served the Hellsings. If they wish the information changed, I will do so without complaint.

What has Happened Before

In the beginning, there was nothing. Then God created the heavens and the Earth. The Earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the waters. Then God said, "Let there be light"; and there was light.

Several centuries passed, and demons began to roam the Earth. Then was the second coming of man, and they drove the demons out with the creation of the Slayer. During this time a demon mixed its blood with the body of a man. The first vampire came into being.

More centuries passed. The conflict between good and evil came to a head with the arrival of the Son of God and later his sacrifice. With that act, humanity as a whole was saved, but the conflict continued on.

In the fourth century A.D., a man dying on a battlefield made a plea for his life, wishing that he not die as his blood leaked from him. The devil came forth in the guise of an old man, and promised to save the life of the soldier in exchange for service. The soldier took the offer before realizing whom it was offering the aid. He died but lived still, no longer human, requiring the blood of others to sustain his life. The second kind of vampire came into being.

In the sixth century, a man was born to a middle class family in Walachia. He was a cruel man, who enjoyed the torturing of his fathers captives. His name was Prince Vlad III Dracula Tepes. He came across a woman one night, and was struck by her beauty. He courted her, and one night they were out walking and she attacked, draining him and siring the vampire that would reign as the Count Dracula. He killed his parents, usurping the throne of Walachia, what would one day be called Transylvania.

In the tenth century, a man was born into the court of Walachia, and rose to the position of Duke in the Count's land. He was an aloof but malevolent man, capable of great acts of great mischief and great evil. He took a gypsy woman named Jasmine as his concubine and forced many great acts of depravity on her. Then the Count spirited her away in the night, a punishment for some act that he had disagreed with. Which one was never said.

The Duke wandered in his gardens one night and came across a man by a strand of flowers under a tall tree. He walked up to him, intending to release his anger upon this person that dared to intrude upon his thoughts. The fight did not go the way he thought it would, and he soon rose as the undead. He fled the country in fear, winding up in England for a short time.

At the same time, a small coven of witches and warlocks attempted to raise the powers of Hell – naming their group and powers Anusan – for their own uses, and in doing so opened the doorway through which demons came through to perpetuate the wishes of the Source of All Evil. They became the first Darklighters. The Elders, under the command of God, allowed their own people to go and act as the guides and protectors of the witches that fought for good, being the Whitelighters. The magical combat ensued outside of the eyes of the common man. The prophecy of the Charmed Ones was spoken of one night as a rede slipping from the mouth of a witch trying to glimpse the future.

In the fourteenth century, as the world was slipping further and further into the grips of chaos and evil, the Crusades in their height, the Duke came across a woman in a small village in England and was struck for the first time in an age by lust and so attacked her. He left her for dead, but she survived, and brought into the world a son, unbeknownst to either of them his dual nature. She named him Robin Valar, hoping that with his name he would search out his father and enact justice in her name.

Time passed, and the Crusades came to an end and peace began to seep into the world again. Robin and his younger sister were walking, discussing their plans for the future and were set upon by a werewolf. Vlad Dracula took a third bride, and Erik Valar began to sweep terror in Spain, planting the seeds of discord in the ears of many of the church against the Jews.

The Inquisition came and went, claiming the lives of hundreds of accused heretics. Robin Valar slipped into a rage and hunted those he felt responsible for the death of Miranda, the tale reaching the ears of his father. In an effort to track down and ally with his powerful son, he began to scour the land, but came to no avail. Robin in the meantime had fled to the Orient, changing his name to James Hunter.

The new world was found; Spain attempted to attack the then 'weak' England, resulting in the defeat of the Spanish Armada. Transylvania was shaken by war, the courts of the Count being emptied except for those few bands of Gypsies that served him when they stayed for the shelter of his castle. The Belmont family began their vendetta against the evil undead that ruled the land. Accompanied by the 'son' of the vampire, he was defeated at last after many members of the family fell. The quest at an end, the 'son' resting for the time when he would be needed again, the land fell into silence again for many years. His true son, his name shortened to D, went to wander, seeking a purpose in life.

In Ireland, a boy named Liam was born, and in time he came across a woman named Darla. Fifty years later, having taken the name Angelus, he came across a woman named Drusilla, and eventually she came across a young man named William. After his siring, William took on the name Spike. The four cut a bloody path through Europe and Asia.

In Europe, a Dutch man to be named Abraham Van Helsing was born. He learned the lore of the vampires and of their demise he vowed to complete. Jonathan Harker, Mina Murray, Lucy Weternra, and Renfield were born in England. Harker went to Transylvania to finish the proceedings that would seal the sale of a house in London for the Count. The events that followed are well documented in the diaries of those involved, transcribed by Bram Stoker in an attempt to keep the heirs of the Belmont family from hunting down the deranged vampire and robbing Van Helsing of his revenge against the monster for the death of his wife at the hands of the Children of Judas.

In Scotland in 1914, a blonde youth was born into the Anderson family. He was raised in a Catholic boarding school. He was an introverted child, but a very bright one at that. After his family was murdered, he was approached by a priest from Rome.

A young boy was born in 1930, and he was quiet, but fiercely loyal and intelligent. His name was Walter C. Ddollneaz.

The two world wars were fought, Hunter met Walter and Dracula, called Alucard by the master of Hellsing, Valar met with the Major, and Dracula told of his being taken prisoner by Van Helsing just before his death. In a way of honouring the man that had hunted him for the better part of a century and to take care of the artificial vampires that were an affront to his pride, he vowed service to the descendants of that man. They anglicised the name to Hellsing, and they were knighted by the queen as an ordained order, bestowed with the charge to protect the country from the evils of the vampires.

More time passed, and vicious wars were fought in the Orient and the Arabian Peninsula. Hunter travelled to America and worked for the Corporation, a paramilitary group that dealt with supernatural outbursts, employing witches, werewolves, and Dhampirs. Alucard was ordered into seclusion in 1971 by Lionel Hellsing. In 1977, Lionel was given a daughter that he named Integral, and in 1983, a girl was born to a police officer and his wife. A French couple had a boy, feisty but laid back.

In 1991, Lionel died and Alucard was released in the subsequent events. The bond between the young human and the ancient vampire made the Organization stronger than it had been in the century since it had been created.

The new millennium came, and Seras Victoria, now 19 and a police officer like her late father, was dispatched to Cheddar Village with the D-11 team. She died that night and was brought into the Hellsing Organization by Alucard. She faced many dangers during her time as a fledgling, including the attacks of a vampire named Incognito and an assault on the last remaining stronghold of Das Millennium, falling in love with a feisty, if laid back, mercenary named Pip Bernadette. Between the two of them and the strong will of the released Integra, Hellsing recovered and flourished. Sunnydale, California was consumed as the Hellmouth beneath it was destroyed by the last Slayer, Buffy Summers. The prophecy of the Charmed Ones came to be fulfilled, and they battled both demons and their own doubts.

In 2002, Alucard released Seras of the servant bond, and she began to develop her various talents. Hunter began tracing the faint signs of a group attempting to raise Hell on Earth again. The Charmed Ones vanquished the Source, but its essence took control of Cole Turner, a half-demon that was engaged to one of the sisters. Cole was vanquished in time, flung from the alternate reality he had created as a mortal. Brandon Heat finished his hunt for those that killed him and set aside his guns, but remained open for anyone that would call for Gungrave again. The Watchers' Council was reinstituted with Rupert Giles, Dawn Summers, and Andrew Wells as the heads of various departments. They devoted most of their energies to tracking down the various Slayers that had been awakened. Faith finished her sentence in Los Angeles, being released into the care of Angel Investigations for her abilities to aid in the search.

2003 came and went, with various associates of Angel and Spike dying in a titanic battle. Hunter was pulled off his case temporarily to aid with the FREAK outbreak in San Francisco and LA. Piper Halliwell gave birth to her first child, and the Titans were released, resulting in the destruction of the Elders. A new Source rose, but lay dormant to consolidate his power.

2004 came with a quiet opening, Pip falling in the defence of Seras, D somehow acquiring a parasite that was most annoying, and Hunter began to hit dead ends in his search. Valar came about the perfect plan to avenge the theft of Jasmine and Rip Van Winkle at the hands of Alucard and the accursed Hellsing Organization and began to pull together a group of people that would aid him. One was a mercenary leader named Millions Knives, who came with a small band of hired hands that were loyal to him and several hundred that were just paid well. They took up shop in an abandoned base near the Falkland Islands.

Hunter was ordered to England to aid Hellsing with their mission, reunited with Walter and Alucard, and met Seras. Integra was kidnapped, Robin Sena and Amon arrived at the behest of Hunter, and father and son were reunited, at opposite ends of the spectrum.

Now

Hunter stared across the blade of his sword at his father, his transparent gaze boring into the cold brown eyes of the one responsible for his being, for the suffering forced upon so many. He could hear Seras' frantic shouting in his mind, felt the desperation in Integra's mind, and saw the FREAKS approaching quickly.

Seras, keep the riffraff out, please.

She nodded, and spoke quickly to Robin, and began to keep the ghouls and FREAKS out of the room, a wall of fire consuming many, the weapons of the combatants taking those that made it through the flames. He took several steps towards his father, who held the sword in a confident grip but had a slight hint of fear in his eyes.

"So afraid of me, father? Why?"

"Afraid of you? A weak half-breed?" The laugh that escaped his lips sounded forced. "I could crush you without this blade, but I still have hope that you would aid me in my quest. We could rule the world, my child. Think of the riches you would own, the lives you would command!"

Hunter laughed fully in his face. "What use have I of riches when I might fall one day? They are of the material world, and as you and I well know, we are no more of that world than we are angels."

They circled each other, staying across the ring of runes from each other. Valar shrugged and stepped forward. "I am sorry you feel that way, son. You had such great potential." He began to summon his demons to devour this upstart.

He became aware that nothing was happening after a moment or two.

"What's the matter, father?" asked Hunter as he stepped forward. "Demons not coming? Don't you know anything about your kind?"

Valar strained more, sweat breaking out on his forehead. He had to hop backwards to avoid a swing from his son, brining his sword up to return the attack.

"You see, when a Dhampir faces its sire, the rules are different." Swing, parry. "The powers of a vampire are dampened, providing an equal footing."

They continued to fight, crossing and recrossing the circle on the floor. "Muscle against muscle." The blades clanged and crashed against each other. "Claw on claw, tooth on tooth, mind against mind!" Hunter smiled as he watched the clumsy way his father wielded the sword. He wasn't used to this kind of combat, whereas Hunter had partaken in this kind of fight several times through the centuries and was quite confident with his abilities.

As he fought, he began to mentally rip the Writs down from around Alucard and push the various bits of Anderson closer to each other so that he could pull himself together.

He chuckled at his unwitting pun as he continued to keep his father occupied.

Seras saw him, the swords, and felt the icy fear claw at her gut again. She cried out in her mind.

Be careful, he's got Sir Integra and Alucard captured!

Seras, keep the riffraff out, please.

She knew what he meant, remembering the ghouls and FREAKS behind them. She turned to Robin.

"You think you're strong enough to put up a wall to keep them out?" she asked.

The young witch nodded, and looked at the entrance, a wall of flames leaping up, creating a barrier that consumed several ghouls and FREAKS that were unfortunate enough to be in the way when it went up. She pulled her Socom and tossed it and the small hip pack of clips to Heinkel for backup when the Colt ran out of ammo. Her Gravedigger thundered, ripping ghouls and FREAKS apart alike, piles of dust collecting on the floor. Yumie slashed monsters apart while Amon stood guard over the still weak Robin. She glanced back, seeing the pistols Hunter had dropped. She pulled them to her with a mental tug, hoping that her telekinesis had grown enough now. All she managed was a small twitching of the belt, same as all the other times she had tried to move things with her mind. She sighed and fired again and again, trying to keep those on the other side of the fire from deciding that they could make it through in one piece.

Amon shouted above the din. "Should we try and help him?"

She shook her head. Time and again she had heard that this was a battle between the father and son, and she could feel it in her heart that only one would walk from this confrontation.

"We're not allowed in that show anymore, Amon," she said as she released the empty magazine from her pistol and drew a new one out.

"We just have to deal with the extras right now."

Integra woke from the light doze she and Alucard had slipped into after their mental interlude. She heard the murmur of voices, the clash of metal on metal. Valar passed beneath her, crossing swords with Hunter.

Hunter, here? That meant...

Sure enough, at the large entrance stood Seras Victoria, holding off the ghouls and FREAKS with Amon, Robin, Heinkel and Yumiko.

No, she's attacking, which means Yumiko is sleeping. That's Yumie.

She watched the battle unfold, and heard a ripping sound across from her. She looked up as best she could, and saw one of the Writs about Alucard pull free and separate into tiny pieces.

Wake up, you pitiful excuse for a vampire, she taunted the red-suited form across from her. See if you can get free yet.

You know, I wish that at times like this you would show your real feelings instead of taunting me. I would do the same, you know.

She smiled. But you'd go right back to taunting as soon as we were safe again. I'm just cutting out the middle steps.

Alucard laughed. True. And if he could get rid of a few more Writs, I'd be able to get free. Then we'd get out of here.

What about him?

Alucard's sigh rang through her mind. I've told you several times that this is no longer our fight.

The sound of blade on blade came from out of her vision, a grunt of pain, of cloth tearing.

And as much as I wish to help my old friend, the laws of my world prevent it.

He wasn't sure how it worked, how he could be conscious even after being torn apart by that bastard. He just knew that he could feel each part of his body, exerting his efforts to bring them back together, trying to hurry the regeneration process.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt slight progress, his legs much closer to his torso, his hands pulling towards his arms, which were slowly heading for his chest.

Then, he heard voices, and the sound of blade on blade. The way his head was resting, he saw that half-breed and his father engaged in a duel, broadswords of silver in their hands. He recognized the metal as easy as he recognized the telekinetic push on his assorted parts, shoving them all into a rough approximation of a human form, cutting down on the amount of time and effort he would have to use to put himself back into one piece.

Then that rat bastard would have his hands full, rules of conflict or not. He'd had enough of that monster.

For the first time in centuries, fear was clawing at Erik Valar's mind. He couldn't pull any of his abilities to play outside of his enhanced speed and strength and a glimmering of telekinesis. All he had was his wits and his muscles to hold his son off.

And he was barely managing to do that through the fact that his son was somewhat tired from the trek to face him. But his son had also had much more experience with blades and extended combat than he. He wondered about his continued existence for the first time since this whole thing had stared.

Hunter meanwhile switched from the classic European gambits used for broadswords and rapiers to the Oriental styles suited more for the curved blades of their weapons. It was somewhat clumsy with the straight broadsword, but there were enough similarities between the sword he held and those used in Tai Chi that he compensated well. His feet flashed across the stone floor in broad even steps, always staying shoulder width apart. He came up in a slash that he turned into sweep by rotating his body at the last second. He connected with his father's side, cutting into the cloth of his tunic. The pointed tip of the sword cut into the flesh of his side, drawing blood. He finished his spin by slamming the pommel of his sword into his father's nose, flinging him back several meters and dumping him onto the ground.

He used the seconds of downtime to rip two more Writs into confetti. That should be enough to let the vampire free, though it would still impede apparating and phasing. Those weren't the points, getting those people free before the Seals opened were. If that happened, nothing he could do would save them.

He parried a thrust from his father easily, and realized that he was tiring, trying to get out to a point where he could bring his vampiric powers into play.

"Don't you get it, father?" Cut, slash, spin. "Once the fight has begun, only the ending of my life will release the bonds. Or your death releases mine."

It was a dangerous game, with only his strength and speed on call, with touches of telekinesis. Regeneration, phasing, misting, and all other powers were dampened down for the fight. He knew that any injuries sustained in this fight would stay until it was over.

He came up to block a slash, felt the jolt of the two blades connecting, and then the bite of pain as his father shoved forward in a thrust that he barely dodged, the point of the sword cutting into his left arm. He backed off, tearing a strip of cloth from his jumpsuit and quickly tying it around the cut, more to keep it from dripping blood down his arm and making his grip slide than anything else.

"Why do you do this?" asked his father as he pressed the advantage. "Why do you fight what you are?"

Hunter countered and attacked, snapping out a kick. "Oh, yeah, sometimes in sword fights you can use your feet, too." He smiled, enjoying the taunt's effect. "As for why, well," he brought his sword down in a hard slash that drove his father to his knees, opening him up for another kick.

"A wise man once said 'Greater in battle than the man who would conquer a thousand-thousand men, is he who would conquer just one - himself.' I learned that 'hiding' in the Orient."

He continued to fight, knowing how the fight itself would turn out now. His father was tiring quickly, but so was he. They were still evenly matched and all it would take was one mistake on his part. His heart sank somewhat, knowing what he had to do.

Seras, start getting everyone out, now. He hurled his gunbelt at her, knowing the firepower would help her clear out the remaining ghouls. GO!

She nodded, tossing the belt over her shoulder and pulling Abel from its holster. She began to lead Robin and Amon across to the other door, the witch sending a gust of flames back to keep the monsters from following. Heinkel tossed Yumie her glasses, yelling for her to pull back and help with Anderson.

"Worried you might loose, son?" his father taunted in a slightly breathless voice.

"No, just making sure they don't get underfoot. And aren't you forgetting two things, my dear father?"

Valar frowned. "What could I be forgetting?"

"One thing is what the Anusan was: a gateway direct to Hell. It was transformed into a source of power for demons to draw upon while they were here. But when the Charmed Ones vanquished the Source, it reverted to its original purpose, a doorway. Which means, if you open it now, all it will do is suck you and everyone nearby into it."

His father snarled. "That can't be true, I read the ritual precisely."

"And I read the pages that were supposed to accompany it, one of the few documents that survived the bombing of the Watcher's Council. It contained several points of history that just knowing the ritual wouldn't inform you off." He pressed his attack. "Which means, of course, that you're even more of an idiot than you would have been for forgetting the second thing."

"Which would be what, youngling?"

"The fact that ye left an extremely pissed off regenerator behind ye, ye bastard."

Valar spun, seeing the priest rise again, his bayonets flinging out and piercing the vampire, who flung his arm out and tossed the priest across the room to slam into the wall, the sound of his skull cracking echoing in the room. Hunter hurried to press his advantage, shouting at the two women from Iscariot.

"Get him out of here, fast!"

They lifted the large frame and began to drag him out. Alucard was free now, pulling the bonds that held Integra in place, freeing her and heading towards the door as well.

Get them all out of here, old friend, he thought. I'm going to be bringing down the house.

The vampire looked back at him, a sad look crossing his face. He knew what the Dhampir was planning.

You'll disappoint the Police Girl, he thought back.

Tell her to come get me herself if she wants to complain. He gave the vampire a mental push. Go, now.

He turned back to his father. They were both standing on the rune marked floor again. A pool of blood had collected about his father's feet. He wavered from blood loss.

Hunter brought the blade of his sword up and drew it across his palm, opening a large wound. He squeezed his fist, forcing the blood to drip onto the floor. A low groaning hum began to permeate the room.

Valar's eyes flew open. "What are you doing?" he asked, trying to hobble forward.

"The blood of a noble born, the blood of a willing sacrifice, testaments to open the locked Seals of Anusan, shall release the power onto the one that commands the release," Hunter said, echoing the ritual passage. "And in case you forgot, you were noble born."

"You'll die, too, son."

"If that's what it takes to get rid of you and what you know, then I'm willing to do that." The rumbling grew louder. "But you'll die by my hands, as tradition requires. It's the way this game is played. There can be only one that walks away."

The fear in his father's eyes showed why he didn't try and block the blade as it swept into his neck, separating his head from his body.

Hunter then knelt, feeling his body start to heal. He knew that his father's body, still lying there next to him, could regenerate if left alone. He had originally planned to have Robin incinerate the body and stake the head out to burst in the light of dawn. But there was no time, now. He had to dispose of the body and the labs, the files, everything that this base contained. He had been ordered to as the last mission parameter when he was sent back to Hellsing.

The FREAK outbreak is to be stopped at all costs, including that of your life. That is your primary goal. You are transferred to and will work with the Hellsing operatives, answerable ultimately to Sir Integra Hellsing. Share with her what information that would be pertinent to the mission, but no further. Use your discretion in this operation. Make sure that the primary mission goal is achieved. The FREAKS must be contained.

He felt the floor starting to break apart, and he closed his eyes. Six hundred years and more things than he thought possible to see. He had lived a full life.

His one regret was that he couldn't keep his promise to Seras.

Seras was guarding the door, ushering all of them through as the floor began to shake, rocks breaking free of the ceiling. A large rock hit Integra in the head, dropping her to the floor. Alucard swept her up, concern in his eyes. She was bleeding badly. She then saw James drop to his knees, closing his eyes. He looked as though he was dead, not moving except for the slight motion of his chest as he breathed. She started to rush towards him, but felt a pair of hands shove her from behind. She fell to the ground, seeing Amon get struck by the large chunk of rock that had almost crushed her. The floor began to shake more violently, the walls collapsing. She saw a large pillar fall towards her, and she shut her eyes, waiting for the pain that would accompany being crushed under that edifice.

It never came. She opened her eyes and saw Hunter holding it up like Atlas with the Earth. The cords in his neck stood out, the veins in his arms popping to the surface as he strained to hold the tons of rock off of her.

Go, get Amon out of here. I'll hold this up till you get out.

What about you? It was all she could do to keep from screaming the question.

The second I let this go, this room starts collapsing as the Gateway opens and sucks it all to Hell. The mountain will follow soon after. Now get him and GO! He staggered a step. I don't want you in here when the roof starts coming down.

She stood, intending to help him hold the pillar up. He pushed her back mentally.

It's all I can do to hold this up between my muscles and my mind. There is no way you could hold it up. Now get him and go, damn it! His eyes held a sad look to them. Sorry I couldn't take you on that third date.

She picked herself back up, tears rushing from her eyes. She started to pull the pendant from her neck.

No, keep that and my pistols. I'll know they're in safe hands then.

She looked at him, tears coating her face, her heart torn. You promised me, she said, not wanting to leave.

Sometimes things happen, and the wheel of time turns only forward. Go, I don't want to take you with me.

I love you, she thought, the words surprising her. Love, after only a month?

But what else could it be, with this much pain tearing at her insides?

I know, he returned. Which is why I want you to get out. Your friends need you too, Seras. You need you. Live that life that you know you can have.

She looked at him, all the conversations they had flooding through her mind. His words in the graveyard coming to the fore.

"You don't believe in Heaven?"

"It doesn't matter; it is a place for the dead, not the living. If and when I die, if I wind up there, I'll be happy. If not, then my opinion really doesn't matter. But the thing is, I'm here now, and I have a duty to everyone that cannot protect themselves, even unto my own death. So do you. So did Pip. So did everyone you see in this graveyard. Pip is in good company, and he died serving the helpless. That is a hero's death."

She went forward and kissed him, feeling the dust from the pillar he held tumble about them, dusting her hair.

I won't forget you, she thought at him as she picked up Amon's limp form.

I'd hope not, love, he laughed in her mind. I'd hate to die thinking I was unmemorable.

She returned the smile weakly.

Go, he thought at her one last time.

She turned and raced out, once again leaving the man she loved behind out of his own wishes.

And the tears continued to flood down her face, staining her shirt.

Behind her, the sound of collapsing rock filled her ears.

James, she thought as she raced up the stairs leading outside.

Oh James,

Drum Fill

I never really feel quite right and I don't know why
All I know is that something's wrong
Everytime I look at you you seem so alive.

Tell me how do you do it?
Walk me through it,
I'm following everyfootstep

Maybe on your own you take a cautious step
Do you want to give it up?

But all I want is for you to SHINE
Shine down on me
Shine on this life that's burning out.

I say a lot of things sometimes that don't come out right
And I act like I don't know why
I guess the reaction is all I was looking for, yeah

You looked through me,
You really knew me,
Like no one has ever looked before

Baby on your own you take a cautious step
Do you want to give it up?

But all I want is for you to SHINE
Shine down on me,
Shine this life that's burning out.

I know, I know, girl you got something

SHINE (Shine it on to me)
Shine down on me (I wanna feel it)
Shine on this life that's burning out

Instrumental break

Baby on your own you take a cautious step
Do you wanna give it up?

But all I want is for you to SHINE
Shine down on me (Just show me something)
Shine on this life that's burning out (You give me something that I never
know)

SHINE (It's coming down on you if you can show me the way)
Shine down on me (I wanna know what's going in on your mind)
Shine on this life that's burning out

Don't you know I want you to SHINE
Shine down on me
Shine on this life that's burning out

Preview

Seras: In the final chapter, we say our goodbyes to Robin, Amon, and Vash's group, I come to grips with my loss, and we take stock of our injuries and what we have to do now.

Alucard: You're taking this well, Police Girl.

Seras: What else can I do?

Author: Well, you could announce the last title chapter so we can get on with the business at hand.

Seras: You bastard, how could you do that to him?

Author: You would prefer I left you in the cavern? There is purpose to all my madness, I assure you.

Seras: Oh, come off it already.

Chapter 15: Partings and Unsuspected Surprises