Ah yes, I must remember the obligatory disclaimer. I don't own these characters, I'm making nada off of my not so great writing and young Walter will never be booted from my bed.

Hellsing

We shall not flag nor fail. We shall go on to the end.
- Winston Churchill in his speech before Commons

Hell had come to London.The Thames ran with blood, the dead stalked the streets, the Vatican's Judas warriors raged through the city and Alucard was out there fully unleashed not just for the first time in generations but for the first time since he was "enhanced" by the Hellsing Organization.

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The taste of charred meat, smoke and death rode the harsh winds and Alucard was free.

Alucard exulted. He was free! Free! And he would feast.

He released his soul slaves. It had been so long since he had been unbound to this degree. He would test himself to the fullest of his powers today just for the joy of destruction. He howled and his slaves howled with him.

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Seras had swept Integra away from the hands of the Iscariots as they stared dumbfounded at Alucard's display. Now the two surviving Hellsing women stood on a rooftop watching the carnage.

Pip spoke to Seras in a manner that felt as familiar as her Master's touch in her mind. I know you want to kill them all, chère. I want to kill them all. But we have a contract. We have to protect Sir Integra.

Seras' face had a feral snarl as she watched the scrambling Iscariots, the converging Nazis and Alucard's forces of the damned. It was Hell on earth and as she watched, she knew that someday, she would be able to summon the kind of Hell her Master commanded. Pip was the first, but the longer she existed, the more souls she would take into herself. She had worried before about becoming a monster. Now she knew it was too late.

Now she understood why her Master was mad.

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Integra watched the horrors. She was outwardly impassive, but internally she was a fury of emotions. Hatred, fear, self-loathing, grief and most of all rage, all combined to make her feel as though her chest would soon explode in a spray of molten metal and destruction. She was fighting as much of a battle as any of the combatants in the field. Her battle was to forge those emotions into a sword that she would thrust into the hearts of her enemies.

Slowly, the slight slump to her shoulders straightened. If her backbone had been steel before, it would be titanium hereafter.

Integra had told Alucard to kill them all, Iscariot and Nazi alike. She would carry that responsibility and the responsibility for the Hell Alucard had unleashed.

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Iscariot

Ah sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, a seed of evildoers,
children that are corrupters: they have forsaken the LORD, they
have provoked the Holy One of Israel unto anger, they are gone away backward.

Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more:
the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it;
but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed,
neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.

Your country is desolate, your cities are burned with fire: your land,
strangers devour it in your presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.
- Isaiah 1:4-7

The Iscariot troops outnumbered the undead by nearly six to one. That is until Alucard unleashed his evil.

Firm in their faith, the Iscariots continued forward, surging against the sea of Nazis and the horrors that Alucard was manifesting.

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Alexander Anderson shoved against the screaming tide of...souls?...erupting from Alucard's body. He shouted praises to God and exhortations to his compatriots as he pressed on, ignoring the lesser demons. The paladin's existence had narrowed to one purpose - to cleanse the world of the demon Alucard.

His lips drew back from his teeth and if anyone doubted that the regenerator was as much a monster as the vampire, that doubt would be erased by one glimpse of the madness in his eyes.

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Heinkel and Yumie cut their way through the Nazi undead. Yumie was a force of nature, almost a living embodiment of the wrath of God. Wolfe Heinkel was the calm balance to Yumie's fury, fighting through the melee with careful shooting and an eye for the overall tide of the battle.

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Archbishop Enrico Maxwell stood over the fray with his personal guard. With loudspeakers he exhorted his soldiers to kill everyone, slay everything, destroy! Destroy! Destroy! He face was alight with fanaticism and the bloodlust of those not on the front lines.

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Millennium

"A single blow must destroy the enemy... without regard of losses... a gigantic all-destroying blow."
- Adolf Hitler

Is there anything more terrifying than an enemy that has no reason to be fighting except the sheer joy of blood and mayhem? The Major's vampires wallowed in the horror around them. They knew that they were superior in every way and that they would triumph in their quest to bring fire and war to the world.

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The Captain pushed his way through the press of bodies, sending Iscariots to their deaths and destroying Alucard's phantasms with no pause in his stride. His goal was clear, as he made his way toward the Hellsing vampire.

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The Doctor watched his subject carefully for any sign of weakening in his locks. The Angel of Death, now their Angel of Death, stood impassively watching the carnage. Walter had a special role to play, one befitting a tragic opera.

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The Major's delight knew no limits. He had waited more than sixty years for this gorgeous symphony to begin. He had written the score, chosen the players and set the stage. He beamed with pride as his masterwork made its international debut. He paid little attention to Schroedinger as he popped in and out relaying tactical information and reconnaissance. Those details were no longer important, just sour notes in the nocturne.

And now, my friends, the stage has been set. Our players are here and it is time for them to finish their work. Please hold your ovations until the last note has sounded.