Here's the second chapter! The first was shorter then I thought it was so I'm putting some effort to explaining more in this chapter. Like whom the shadowy man is and what Enrico has to do with it.
Chapter 2: Divine Wrath and a New Mystery
That god forsaken voice echoed in the caverns of Anderson's mind, blasting away the somewhat rational thoughts that usually resided there. With a loud hiss the cross burnt through the rope that held it around the mans neck and his hands were engulfed with white light. The shadowed man watched with satisfaction as the white light encompassed Iscariot's head vampire hunter before turning away and making a left down the hallway. Even though he vanished his work continued without his presence. Anderson let out a howl as he ran to the closest wall and planted his burning hands against it. Another blood curdling bellow erupted from deep within his chest and in another moment the maddened priest smashed his head against the wall. Cracking the plaster and getting a few cuts on his forehead that quickly healed.
xxLondonxx
Deep within the dungeons of the Hellsing manor a certain red coated vampire raised his blood thirsty eyes and peered off at the wall. A glossy black coffin was his chosen seat and his wide brimmed hat sat on the table that Integral had provided for him for some odd reason. As usual Alucard was bored out of his mind and had spent the following two days cleaning his Jackal. Since the defeat of Incognito and the disappearance of the FREAK vampires from England there wasn't a single mission that required his immediate attention. Iscariot hadn't even sent Anderson to try and eliminate Seras or him in a while either so the Paladin wasn't even around for a brief tussle. The No-Life King gave a low groan of boredom as he set down the rag he was using to polish the Jackal to a black glossy gleam. Is there no creature within England that desires my title or Master's life? Alucard thought absently to himself when he felt it. A shudder ran down his spine as he felt the intangible feeling of an approaching storm of great power approaching. Something seemed to be awakening far to the north east and the Killer Joker turned to face that direction, a fanged smile grew on his face. Moments later the insane cackle he was known for echoed through the stone chambers.
xxVaticanxx
The ancient pages of the book crackled as they were turned, resenting any movement after they're long period of sitting on a shelf. Ancient symbols, that and good Iscariot member would recognize as page magic, dotted the book with no effect. Enrico, the director of Iscariot, knew for a fact that most of the magic was plain rubbish and what was useable was too weak to be of use in their line of work. But even still this book had its uses to Enrico and for some odd reason to Anderson as well. Enrico flipped through the large tome until he came to the two pages that he had been looking for. On one page was the image of a man, seemingly, made of sunlight burning away hordes of…something, but where title for the odd being was there was merely a blank spot on the paper. The picture of a tall shadowy man was on the other, hands grasping at the air while the bodies they were connected too where engulfed in shadow. Underneath the vaguely disturbing image was the title "Dra'Geath the Awakener"
Ta da! Chapter two is up! I'll try and have these chapters posted at one a week at the very least.
