Me: (Nods) I'd like to first start this off by replying to a few of the reviews, one... thank you for correcting my misspelling of bloodshed, that was fixed right away. Another is, (shrugs) who knows if there is anything going to happened between the wolf queen and tha man Jonathan.
Ty: You never know what's going to happen...
Me: Meh! Also no, I do not plan on killing the humans, but then again (shrugs) You never know, I write basically stuff that best fits my mood at that given moment. Anywho, enough now, I think I've answered all questions, if not I'll do so next chapter... but for now, enjoy, this one is rather long and fun!
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The half risen sunlight in the near fully clouded sky, found high on top of Big Ben, the very queen of all undead sat on the clock towers edge staring what seemed blankly out to nothingness. Instead, she did have a reason of staring in such a numb fashion. Far ahead where secret services were held back by what seemed some form of invisible sphere, rested the savage gothic like pitch black castle of Darkness where the former Hellsing manor had once stood. Yet the sphere wasn't just keeping out the humans, it was keeping something else in... winged creatures of many shapes and sizes shimmering of both ivory and ebony bones roared and glided within and around the castle. They were waiting, not just for the shield to fall, but for their master to beckon them forth and to carry out his commands. It wasn't just winged beasts either, even though she couldn't see them, she heard them... their wailing demonic cries, calling for their master so they can serve.
Feeling his darkness engulf and hearing the rustling of cloth, Seras smiling softly, continued to sit and stare forward. She felt Alucard's amusement shiver down her form as if his own breath on her bare skin. "Something funny Alucard?" Seras spoke with a faint sigh attached to her words as with a cool breeze whipping up, a few pigeons flew past. The dark chuckle rose from his chest as the man in red drew right to Seras's left side and stared forward at where her gaze was resting upon. "The creatures of darkness are gathering... and these humans are more concerned with the four castles that they cannot get into... well dear Seras... shall we let them in?" Alucard crooned as he slowly bore his blood red eyes onto Seras who looking at the castle, smirked and looked up at him. "How? Let me guess, that castle is yours?" she spoke as a crooked grin hung on her soft lips, her red eyes dancing as she looked to Alucard's own wickedly amused eyes. Seeing his signature smirk not waiver at all, Seras's own smile faltered as she looked back to the castle.
"Hold it... That's your castle, your domain?" she spoke in a hushed tone as Alucard outright laughing, stared at the castle with malicious eyes. "The best place to hide something from your enemies, is to hide it right under their noses... throughout the hundred years of servitude to Hellsing, I implanted the rune of Darkness on their own land and awaited for the day when my domain would rise once more." The vampire purred in a slow sadistic tone making Seras shiver as she saw the news helicopters flutter around the castle like annoying mosquitoes to a uncaring dormant dragon. "So I shall ask again, my servants haven't fed in hundreds of years..." Alucard's dark voice spoke softly on the cool breeze that aided in making Seras shiver as she sighing, stumbled to her feet with her eyes still upon the gothic aged demonic castle. The young woman near rejected his question but... the nightmare filled her mind, the pain, agony... the death of her kind. Seras's eyes narrowed as she bore a neutral stance and expression.
"Let them feed." Her cool words slithered out in the near chilly state as the air around their bodies. Without a second thought, Alucard's manic laughter filled the near still air startling many roosting pigeons from their resting spots as the invisible sphere began to ripple with black light. Going from a invisible sphere, with the loud echoing groan of glass and ice grinding, the entire sphere turned into a solid black done of glass. The echoing groaning began to mutate into loud screams as with rune of Darkness grinding itself with red light on the black glass, blazing red cracks flew all around. With the shattering cry of glass violently shattering, the sphere collapsed to the unseen ground and shifting from glass to plumes of black smoke. Both humans and demonic servants seemed frozen at the sudden scene that had unfolded right before them, be it mortals eyes to that of immortal demonic eyes that blazed a solid red.
The servants recovered first, the card of defeat handed to the humans as with violent demonic screams of both victory and ravaging thirst... both winged and land servants lashed out. Seras standing by Alucard who laughed with wicked sadistic delight, she watched the scene unfold with hard eyes as she felt the darkness inside her cackle with her king and love. Helicopters were pulled apart with their human master being pulled apart along with and being eaten right there in the sky. One servant though... Seras blinking stared down as galloping hard on the streets making all humans flee in dire fear...A huge black horse with long flowing black main and tail with hooves covered in the rich ebony fur. Baring blazing red eyes that seemed to glow and sharp demonic teeth that had two fangs jetting out from the top jaw to its lower chin that was lathered in fresh human blood. The masculine body built horse heavily crashed to a stop right by the clock tower, its red eyes peering straight up as already upon its back and head, a harness and saddle of fine black leather with silver metal demonic designs upon it.
Alucard seeing the demonic horse, chuckled gaining Seras's sideways glance and concerned stare as the man in red just stared down at the horse as if the scene past that was just up and forgotten. "That... would be Kujimara. The very beast I rode in my domain so to not waste my power.. then again back then..." Looking sideways with malicious glee to Seras, the man grinned wickedly to his queen "... I was still worried of losing my strength, but in any case..." With a dark chuckle passing his sadistic lips, Alucard looked back down to the demonic horse as it stood there ready and waiting for its master.
"He can get us to the Vatican faster then any vampire power... are you ready to enter this war?" Alucard sneered as Seras sighing weakly looked back to the castle as the servants were all resting now. The winged ones high on top of buildings and cleaning their bloody claws as they once being bone, were re growing organs, muscle tissue and flesh in a very morbid way that could give anyone nightmares. "What of the others... Zuranna, Donovan... their daughter... or Ty and Sorah..." Seras murmured showing more concern to her friends then the humans that by her word to Alucard, allowed to get maimed in the most horrid ways.
Alucard sneering, stood tall as he too looked back to his castle as with the servants free, a black fog began to eerily drift slowly as if deaths grip, throughout from the castle and into the surrounding areas of London. Whatever the fog touched, buildings began to decay and crumble as trees of near black bark and spider like branches began to rise to near towering heights as the castle itself being a near twenty stories tall. "the wolves have already left and there goes your friend with her king and infant." Alucard spoke making Seras look to the right as high within the thick gathering clouds, a huge faint outline that seemed to a simple glance by human eyes, a airplane, but Seras wasn't fooled as she narrowing her eyes focused in on the figure just to end up going rigid. Indeed, it was Donovan in his demonic dragon form, his full details hidden by the clouds, but that wasn't what shocked Seras.
Following behind the dragon king that had Zuranna on his back with their child in her mothering arms, many other winged beasts followed after, near over two hundred. Seeing her stare, Alucard chuckling narrowed his dark red eyes. "Even the dragons have emerged, let us go Seras, when we return, London will no longer belong to the humans." With his dark words slipping out to a small breeze that blew past, Seras crying out felt Alucard's right arm roughly curl around her waist and both were instantly swallowed up in darkness. Within a blink, Seras stumbling hard still not use to such means of travel, she leaned hard into Alucard's side as she clearing her sight pressed even harder into Alucard's side from what she saw. With blazing red eyes and towering near a foot over Alucard's own height, stood the giant black demon horse, Kujimara. Alucard clearly amused by Seras's sudden loss of bravery, tightened his arm around her waist as he brought his eyes even with the demon horse who seeing his master before him, bowed his head gracefully.
Within mere seconds of Seras seemingly being thrown onto the horses back. Alucard throwing his leg over the demons back with such elegant motion, rested his form solidly behind Seras. With the leather rope gripped in his rough hands, Alucard still holding his form with grace and true dark power, yelled a single command and with a snap of the ebony leather rope. Seras crying out leaned her back hard into Alucard's front with him leaning a bit forward as if a looming vulture over its prey with his half way outstretched arms on either side of her petite form. Seras could feel it as the horse reared, flailing his hooves and crashing hard onto the ground, slammed out of there. With the feeling of that to a rag doll, Seras leaned harder into Alucard for support as she feeling past the hard leather saddle, the young woman could feel the demons muscles flex and stretch, this beast was indeed powerful and was worthy of being Alucard's servant. And with blinding speeds, the undead king and his queen headed off from London.
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Kristen stood in the back of the Demon Rose hanger holding a small vampire infant in one arm as in the other she held her own infant pup. The two young infants seemed to be caught up in some deep staring contest as they having seen each other, right off stopped their wailing for who knew what. Paying very little attention to the two infants, with her golden eyes watching, the wolf queen of United Kingdom watched the scene unfold.Kunisaku was giving his final war speech to the surviving wolves from Cerberus, Demon Rose, even wolf leaders from organizations in Scotland stood gathered around as their clans being to many to fit in the Demon Rose, were gathered on top with many vampires as their own leaders hung below listening to Kunisaku's words. Harpies both of Steel Wings and Dark Wings, near two hundred and fifty stood crowded on the railings of the stairways making the metal scream and spark as they crushed their claws into the railings with anticipation for a grand feast and battle. Even a few dragons having taken their human like forms, stood around listening to the wolf king. Zuranna, Donovan, Integra, Walter, Sorah and Ty stood nearby in their own little group as they listened in. after having given Kristen very strict orders to watch Alexial, both American royal vampires joined the sides of their allies and friends.
Deborah, the Italian queen stood beside two of her own allies that surprising many, were two humans, one in his mid twenties as the other in his early forties. But what surprised near all the most and avoided at all costs... leaning in the far back with all standing over five feet from his stiff form. Alexander Anderson with hard red eyes, watched the wolf king as his arms were roughly crossed over his broad front. No one really understood why he was there when he was originally a slayer for the Vatican, yet... Anderson knew full well of why he was there... After a great deal of just doing some underground work to find the easiest way back to the Vatican from leaving the catacombs. Anderson had found out Maxwell was already planning to kill Anderson well before the war for earth dominance took place, and all becasue of his regernative blood changing. Maxewell had known the blood barriers to keep a human form would fail and change the slayer into the bloods true form, a undead. With a dark growl, Anderson's red eyes narrowed with murder on his heart for such a betrayal. Maxwell needed to be put in his place, and Anderson was going to aid in that, he didn't want to kill the man, but he'd let a certain vampire cloaked in red carry out the job for him.
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Deborah chuckling flicked her ears ever so gently as she glanced to the two humans as they uneasily looked all around. She was surprised they were taking it so well, though it was fair amusing with they met their first harpy. Then again, Ryuichi could have been a bit kinder then just dropping from out of no where in front of the men. Feeling her stare, Jonathan was the first to look up gaining her amused golden stare onto his own uneasy hazel eyes. "Everything alright?" the woman chuckled with a sarcastic ring in her words. Thom looking over as well, gave a dry short laugh. "we're surrounded by near everything that was thought to be not real..." the old fire chief spoke.
Deborah laughing, eyed them both. "Humans made them myth because they didn't want to admit there are others higher up on the food chain then mere humans, and you are correct, this is near everything... other beasts are still out there, but they wish to not get in any affairs other then their own... or at least all except one." Smiling still, the woman nodded towards a single woman who with silver long tied back hair bore the same appearance of someone in their late thirties. Her face was hard and finely cut with a nasty single red scar running across her left eye from her temple to the cover of her mouth. With blazing silver eyes and pointed ears that held three silver hoops on each, instead of normal clothing, hers seemed to be made of long elegant silver fathers as she bore silver claws on both her hands and bare feet. Upon her back rested foot long silver feathery wings that fluttered ever so slight as she was in deep thought.
"Her... so... what is she?" Jonathan murmured as Thom was clearly bewitched by the woman. Seeing Deborah chuckling gained Thom's weak brown eyes. "best to not try anything with her young man, she's well over a thousand years old and so far, the only griffin I know of that will leave her small clan and come fight with us, other griffins could care less what we do, but she is a very good friend and ally of mine." Deborah spoke as she glanced back to Kunisaku who still spoke. "What's her name?" Thom murmured making both wolf and human look at him. Deborah didn't even try to hide her smile. "Her name is Kitanne, Kit for short... now hush you two." The wolf murmured as they looked back to Kunisaku as he began to finish up his speech.
"... time is now, night has fallen on the third night since the castles were risen once more, the time has come for us all to join together, Alucard and his queen have already headed for the Vatican as well as hundreds of dragons, so let us move out, fliers, you will aid those who cannot cross water by themselves, no one is an enemy this day and until the war is over; I hope we remain allies even after this battle... Creatures of the Darkness, MOVE OUT!" both Jonathan and Thom covered their ears as near all within the hanger screeched, roared, yelled, or bellowed their war cries and with that, all began to scramble. Soon enough...
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Integra yelling, ducked low upon Zuranna's back as Walter draping his body over her own, stared forward as with Zuranna's huge leathery wings on either side beating with a slow rhythm let the wind whistle loudly over her dragon form as they rising past the blankets of clouds, surfaced to the clear sky above. All around high in the star filled sky with a blanket of soft white clouds hanging below. Above, below and on both sides of Zuranna... Harpies soared both steel and dark wings. Ryuichi amused by the Hellsing and her mate, flew right above them gliding on Zuranna's current. Dragons of all shapes and sizes flew all around with a great deal carrying those vampires that couldn't change. The dragons many colored eyes stared forward with cold stares much like that of a bird of prey as vampire familiars of near all current day winged creatures from sparrows to golden eagles clumsily or gracefully flew depending on their power rank and how long they've been able to shift into familiar.
A interesting sight other then all the supposed mythical beasts that came to life. A lone silver metallic griffin; a griffin was a rarity in itself, yet this one female was a true majestic sight. With the front of that belonging to an osprey with the same facial black markings to that of the bird of prey, she bore leathery black forearms armed with silver knife sharp claws. Her rear was that of a silver lioness carrying the same claws. With intense silver eyes staring forward, the griffin keeping aloft by black tipped silver wings flew like a lone wolf from the rest of the pack. Beside her though flew a black griffin with similar form minus the scar over the one eye, had eight red eyes giving the true nature of the creature away. Also resting upon the black griffin's back rode two very shaken armor and weapon covered humans with wide hazel and brown eyes as they saw the sights all around them.
With a demonic screech rumbling all around shattering the already semi filled air of dragon and harpies roars and cries. Huge black wings trimmed with silver rose up from the blanket of clouds as Donovan in his true form emerged... and for the first time both Integra and Walter had ever seen his true form close up and not concealed by shadows... the two were in utter shock as the cold whipping winds made their hair, both blond and black, blow wildly behind them.
With the body of a black dragon, Donovan sported a head of a demonic phoenix with a feathery black silver tipped mane of black feathers that ran down his back to knees and elbows. With metallic black scales running all along his body, he bore a metallic silver chrome underbelly. Donovan wore a savagely spiked curved nose horn upon his muzzle with a jagged black beak seemingly made of metal, steam bellowed from his nostrils as a few embers flickered into the night air. With his huge bat like leathery black wings carrying his body within the cool air, Donovan sported a slender whip like tail half the length of his body that held four massive blades on the tip. Donovan was truly the dragon vampire. With eight red eyes looking forward with intent and the will to fight and kill mercilessly, the American king beating his wings down, rose higher and soon was soaring above all other winged beasts. Murder was on all their hearts as war rested within their souls, the time was now.
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"Maxwell..."
"I know..." standing within his office and looking out the large six paned window to the night surroundings outside, Maxwell slowly swirled his wine glass of red wine in his left hand. With his grey eyes intensely staring out, he didn't even use proper protocol as two of his top slayers had entered his office. The man's mind was to distracted by the sights just outside his office. Heinkel silencing Yumiko's whimpering protests, the older woman watched Maxwell with intense eyes. "Sir, give the order... we will rid them for you." She spoke in a low stiff tone. Maxwell gave a single dry outright laugh. "Twenty of my men have gone out to silence those things, and none returned, not even a spot of blood... question though is..." Narrowing his eyes, Maxwell's grip on the glass tightened making the wine within shiver with faint ripples. "... why have they done nothing else, why have they not attacked us... what are they waiting for?" Maxwell whispered the words past his dry lips more to himself then to the two slayers in his office. "Director... we still await your orders." Heinkel murmured softly, trying to not push any more of his buttons.
"Gather all the remaining men and woman... and get out of here." Both slayers nearly fell over as they heard their Director's orders. Heinkel blinking, eyed him with a clearly annoyed expression. "Retreat, you mean as in retreat..." She spoke. The man standing more erect, gave a faint growl. "yes, I said retreat, those things are waiting for something to get here, I will not send any more of my men to be slain... I have learned my mistake during the last war with the returning Nazi vampires." The man growled as he narrowed his gray eyes. Both Yumiko and Heinkel trading glances, slightly nodded as they looked back to Maxwell. "Be your orders or not, we kind of figured you would say something like that... thus we've already retreated those who wished it... but you'd be surprised Director... Three fourths of your slayers and the top best, have remained, we will fight this and we will win... now, if you will excuse us, we must train, good evening Director Maxwell." With a pert turn on her heels, Heinkel led Yumiko from the office and closed the door rather roughly.
"Three... Fourths... the f... THE FOOLS!" With a violent yell and toss of his arm, the wine glass shattered loudly onto the window before him spreading red wine like blood all over the glass. Smashing his fists loudly onto the thick window panes, Maxwell stared out at the night scenery before him with enraged eyes and gritted teeth. His face was contorted into a look of anger, rage and loss of all hope. "Three fourths, a million men, it doesn't matter... it doesn't fucking matter!" bashing his forehead hard onto the glass, Maxwell kept it glued there as he closing his eyes had his face looking to the wooden floor at his feet. "Why in my lifetime... do I have to witness the end of human dominancy upon earth... all because that broad... didn't silence him when she had the chance... God damn it all to Hell." With a deep breath passing through his gritted teeth, Maxwell parting his eyes halfway, slowly rising his face, looked out from the window.
The giant bald trees hung all around as within them and beside them rested demonic beasts cloaked in shadows as only their blazing red eyes and white blood lathered teeth were exposed by a ghostly glow. All of them staring right at Maxwell as if the messengers of Death's right hand. "We're... finished..." Whispered Maxwell and froze as the chills tingled through his entire body like a wash of ice water thrown on his bare form. The creatures all outside, in the same motion with not even a millisecond behind one another as he had spoken his words... grinned eerily, yet it was how they grinned that got to Maxwell... a grin he had only thought to ever see upon a man in red.
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Me: (takes a deep breath) Damn, no war quite yet, but very close, I really got going and truthfully, I didn't want to stop, but my fatigue is winning over...
Alucard: Well hurry it up, I wish to no longer have hands clean of blood.
Me: Zzzzzz...
Ty: (blinks) uh... she's out cold... anyway, keep up the reviews, we're all loving it! More shall come, so till then!