Just to note I don't own either Hellsing or the Bible (though there's not many references to that). I'm just a plain admirer of Hellsing.

Also since I can't for the life of me type a Scottish accent you'll have to make do with close too regular English for Anderson. This is post anime since I don't know whats going to happen in the manga. Rate and Review please but be polite if you need to flame. By and by this is an Anderson fan fic so you'll see him throughout the fic. A character of my own is going to play a fairly significant role so don't ask who he is.

Chapter One: Of Ghouls and Shadows

"I'll purify all of ye stinkin' monsters!" The coarse voice could barely be heard over the groans and shuffling of the approaching ghouls. Silver blades flashed threw the air before slicing into putrid ghoul flesh with a deadly accuracy. Three ghouls fell to the initial onslaught of blessed blades but there were so many more to replace them. Anderson stood above the dead men in the squat narrow hallway. Enrico had dispatched him to Ireland in order to deal with a troublesome vampire that Iscariot had little intelligence on. When he had arrived he found the FREAK vampire entrenched inside of an apartment building, all of its inhabitants turned into mindless ghouls. Since the apartment had been fairly large there was a fair number of ghouls to stand between him and the target. And so the paladin had spent most of the night battling through floor after floor, not once regretting the lot he had been given. Ghouls shuffled towards him and ghouls fell to the ground, impaled upon the blessed blades, yet they were still gaining ground.

"Didn't yer black master have anythin' better to do then make more of you?" Anderson cried out as the walking dead finally made it to him. A diagonal slash had a ghoul falling to pieces in front of him and another thrown blade stuck a large ghoul to the hallway wall. Growling out his frustration at the mindless creatures, he pulled another blade out and leaped forward. Ramming into a female ghoul he knocked several of them back and began to sprint down the hallway. Despite his faith in the regeneration abilities God had gifted him with Anderson hardly wanted to be chewed to pieces by ghouls. Boots skidded some as Anderson came to an abrupt stop. A shadowy figure stood at the end of the hallway, the window behind him silhouetting his figure with moonlight. For a brief moment the paladin forgot about the pack of ghouls at his back and focused on this man.

"Well are you the dark hearted FREAK who did this to these innocents?" The holy man bellowed down the hallway taking cautious steps towards the man. A shake of the head answered Alexander's question as the man began to advance. His very clothes seemed to be made out of the shadows and his entire face was hidden in darkness. Two cold grey eyes watched the beleaguered regenerator before him from underneath a deep cowl. An odd tingling sensation began to run through Anderson's body and his green eyes widened. Though he couldn't see it the crosses on his gloves were beginning to glow with white light even as the silver one around his neck became red hot. A second or two later Anderson doubled over as if he had been slammed in the stomach, gasping for air as his head exploded in pain. A slow drawn out voice echoing in his mind…

"Awaken Zariel…the time has come to spread your fury…"

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Who is this strange cloaked man? And who or what is a Zariel? Most importantly what does this have to do with the Paladin Alexander Anderson?

Find out some more details next chapter.