This was written for an LJ icon ficlet challenge for angelcide.
It was over. The fight for London was over. Iscariot was over. Millennium was over.
And Hellsing?
Thanks to the return of Dracula and his endless hordes, Hellsing ruled all - including one Godless apostate who had started this battle as the Catholic God's foremost warrior.
Integra Hellsing watched the fallen paladin from her place near the rubble that had been Nelson's column. She had watched him battle through the night and through this day and watched as he moved farther and farther away from his people.
She had watched Alexander Anderson break and she'd had a hand in it.
And now they stood and she watched as he tore the collar from his throat and ripped his shirt away, throwing them into the inferno that had once been Canada House. He had shouted. He had killed. He had prayed. He had even cried.
But the smile he wore as he stripped away his allegiances to his old order was more frightening.
He looked like a newly fallen angel in the midst of the conflagration. When he opened his hand to summon his writ, the way his holy pages incinerated themselves before allowing themselves his touch confirmed Angel Dust Anderson's fall from grace.
She met his crazed grin with equanimity and smiled herself when he spoke, "I can neither serve in Heaven nor rule in Hell, but I can kill here on earth. Will ye have another killer, Sir Hellsing?"