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Enjoy chapter 5…?

I am so sorry, but this one too is short. Though it is still fairly good, or so I think. Anyway, Maxwell (Enrico) is up now, so…enjoy!

This chapter is dedicated to Cendrillo. Thankee for the request and reviews! And thanks to everyone else who has reviewed! It means bunches and bunches to me :hands out cookies:

Set during the 6th book-

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Hellsing…

The words that were brought to mind whenever the name was spoken would make even Alucard cringe.

Heathen Protestant Cows! Nothing but imposters who think themselves better than the Vatican…better than he.

Oh, how wrong they are to think that…how very wrong.

"Maxwell?"

"Aye?"

"I'm intrusting this to you…do not fail me…"

Failure? Him? Never…and he proved it. The Vatican stood on a base of stone and blood. It was HIS job…his duty to make sure the blood never dried and the stone stayed red. Many had seen his orders as assassinations…assassinations of entire groups. But what did they know?

Nothing.

They were to PUNISH the pagans. After all, the façade they threw on was one of peace and well-being.

Not…not this violence others made it out to be.

After all, is killing a pig considered an act of violence?

"We are the instruments of divine punishment!"

Such truth those words held. The power of the Iscariot that he held tightly in his right hand wielded itself with grace…God's grace… It was their jobs given from the Lord to destroy the non-believers…the heathens, heretics…Hellsing.

The Organization that dares to mock them. Time and again they have fought and time and again they defeated him…the Vatican…

"We would be honored if you were to lead us into battle, Archbishop."

Now, as London burned, they would strike! It would be HIM that slit the throat of the damned Hellsing Leader. Him! A…no…THE Archbishop of the Vatican!

A sweet, just title. True hatred, true insanity blazed in his eyes. A fire to match the Burning Spires of London. Hellsing would fall and the pagans would perish in the Holy Fire that rained down.

"The sweet, sweet justice of spilt blackened blood. Carry us to London to die…"

A war had been started and he would finish it.

Good-bye fair land…burn and be reborn. A soft voice carried on the wind.

"Burn for me, Hellsing. Let us sing as you burn for me…"

Fæder ure þu þe eart on heofonum

Si þin nama gehalgod

to becume þin rice

gewurþe ðin willa

on eorðan swa swa on heofonum

urne gedæghwamlican hlaf syle us todæg

and forgyf us ure gyltas

swa swa we forgyfað urum gyltendum

and ne gelæd þu us on costnunge

ac alys us of yfele soþlice

Amen

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How was that? Good, bad, just okay? Tell me your thoughts! Next is either going to be Seras, Pip, or Walter (younger or older). You decide! And don't worry; I'll do a different character if you ask.

The prayer at the end is the Lord's Prayer and is translated as follows:
Father our thou that art in heavens
Be thy name hallowed
Come thy kingdom
Be-done thy will
On earth as in heavens
Our daily bread give us today
And forgive us our sins
As we forgive those-who-have-sinned-against-us
And not lead thou us into temptation
But deliver us from evil truly

It's a basis off of Latin and Lass's (1994) reconstruction of Old English phonology and grapheme-to-phoneme correspondences.

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