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Master's return
"We have come for you!" Maxwell's voice thundered into his microphones as the helicopters, one after another, unleashed clouds of flares to form massive, shining white angel silhouettes. "We are the righteous soldiers of the Angel of Death! And tonight, the world below shall know judgement!" He paused as two more silhouettes appeared. "England...is guilty! The heathens are guilty! You are all now sentenced to you deaths! Death! Death! Death! DEATH! ! !" He paused again. "I can offer you my pity. But forgiveness? NEVER! ! ! Now prepare to be purged from the Earth! Mowed down like grass! CRUSHED LIKE BUGS! ! !" He began to cackle maniacally.
Angel narrowed his eyes. He knew there was a reason he hated Maxwell.
"Enemies stand to our left!" Maxwell continued as the army of Catholic Crusaders he'd brought formed up and the Nazis raced to meet them. "Enemies stand to our right! Eradicate all who stand before you! Execute them all! Kill them! Destroy!"
And then, the helicopters opened fire on both the city and the Major's zeppelin. Angel shook his head, glancing at Seras. While he'd had decades to get used to flying and fine-tune his control until he could fly straight, she was zipping back and forth through the air in a zig-zagged trajectory both to force herself to learn control in a single flight, and also due to a lack of control. He was keeping himself beside her so as not to leave her behind.
"Die, die, die!" Maxwell shouted. "Die you filthy vermin! Kill them all! The only good Protestant, is a dead Protestant!"
Angel turned his eyes forward. There. She was surrounded by Iscariot, with guns aimed at her from all sides, and with dried blood on her scalp, but she was otherwise unharmed. Seras shot forward, landing in a spin and using her darkness to hurl all of the Iscariot troops around Integra away before Angel landed lightly beside her, his blood wings forming into his scythe.
"Seras!" A blonde Iscariot woman gasped.
"Seras Victoria!" a brunette woman beside her said.
"You!" Anderson seethed, glaring at Angel.
"Are you alright, Sir Integra?" Seras asked. "Any injuries?"
"I'm adequate," Integra said. "How's the headquarters?"
"Minimal structural damage, but the Wild Geese are almost entirely wiped out," Angel said. "Including Captain Bernadotte."
"Yes, I see," Integra nodded. "You drank from Mr. Bernadotte, didn't you, Seras? You've finally become a vampire."
"Yes, I have," Seras smiled.
The blonde aimed a pair of pistols at them, and the brunette drew the first few inches of her sword.
"Stand down," Anderson said, both freezing. "Even with both of your power combined, that girl alone is way too much for you to handle." He drew his bayonets. "I'll deal with the both of them."
"I wonder, Anderson," Angel said. "Can you regenerate lost limbs?"
Anderson narrowed his eyes. "You dare speak to me, you filthy heretical vermin?" His eyes shifted to Seras. "Seras Victoria the Vampire. I've got to say, you're starting to look like quite the fearsome creature."
"Yes, Father," Seras said. "And I'm getting stronger all the time. I don't think I'll be afraid of anything, ever again."
"It's as if your eyes have become windows to a bottomless abyss," Anderson said. "It's striking, considering how human you look otherwise."
Just then, both vampires and Anderson sensed it. Alucard was near. Minutes away, at most. They all spun, Angel's face splitting in a grin.
"It's about to begin," Angel grinned. "Time for our counterattack."
Anderson chuckled. "This is fantastic. It all comes crashing down."
"Sir, Integra," Angel said, turning to her. "Should we go and find a comfortable place to watch the show?"
"Yes, let's," Integra nodded as Anderson used the pages of a bible, all glowing gold, to teleport himself to Alucard as the vampire leapt into the city, landing among the Crusaders.
Angel picked Integra up and jumped, Seras following as they landed on a roof beside them, then jumped again, getting to a closer, higher roof where Integra would be able to watch the carnage. Just as they reached it, a silver-haired man in a green trench coat, pants, and cap dropped from the Major's zeppelin and landed with them, assembling the best fighters of all three factions, if Angel was right in assuming that was why that man was sent.
"My Lord and Master, Integra Hellsing!" Alucard's voice boomed through the city. "Give me your orders!"
Integra looked to Angel, who nodded, opening his and Alucard's telepathic connection so that Alucard could hear Integra through him. "Alucard, take heed. Here are your orders. Your silver gun shall stain the white army crimson. Your iron gun shall stain the black army scarlet. I would know my foes by the stains of red you leave upon their chests! Now search and destroy! Search and destroy! Run them down! Do not let any of them leave the island alive!"
"My master, it shall be done," Alucard's voice echoed. "As you command."
"Release control art restriction zero!" Integra said. "Announce your return! Say the words and release your full power! NOW! ! !"
"I am the Bird of Hermes," Alucard's voice echoed.
Suddenly, a pulse of dread, a wave of the aura of Death, shot out across the city. A mere glimpse of Alucard's true power, one which caused every single being in the city, alive or unliving, besides Angel and Seras, to go rigid in fear. Even Integra, though not for as long as the two armies in Alucard's cross hairs.
"The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame!" Alucard roared.
Instantly, everyone assembled for the final battle opened fire on Alucard, Anderson using bayonets and the Nazi Captain a devastating kick. However, as they did, Alucard and Angel both smiled, Alucard's a sadistic grin and Angel's a knowing smirk. They were too late. They should have fired before he had finished speaking. Now, it was over.
The firing ended as Alucard's darkness was still waving in the air. Angel shook his head. They were making it too easy for Alucard to enjoy. Just as he had that though, playing cards erupted from the shadows, shredding their way through the Nazis. Then, a musket shot went off, the ball streaking out of the darkness and bouncing around in the air before punching through a Crusader's throat. Alhambra and the female vampire from the aircraft carrier Alucard had been away on, and had brought back, both emerged from the shadows partially. The Crusaders turned to flee, only for the darkness to flood outward, swallowing them.
As it spread through the city, Alucard's Familiars began to rise from it, hundreds of them, then thousands, then tens of thousands. They flooded through the city in the greatest army ever known, slaughtering everything they caught. There were Familars of all ages, from ordinary people of the current age reaching all the way back to his own army during his time as Count Vlad. Back when he first became a vampire by absorbing the blood and souls of everyone who had died on that battlefield. And as one, all of those countless lost souls surged outward, flooding through the city around Alucard, or rather, in this form, by his rightful name, Dracula.
"Amazing," Seras breathed.
"Abhorrent," Angel said, frowning in distaste. "This goes beyond what the word sin can convey." He sighed. "This is the true form of Alucard. He is Death Incarnate."
Seras nodded. "He can never be killed."
"You're wrong," Angel said. "With this, he is closer than ever. With this, with his Familiars all loosed and on the attack like this, he has sacrificed his would-be immortality. He survives fatal attacks, like his fight with Anderson, by sacrificing a Familiar in place of himself. With none remaining inside of him..."
"He's vulnerable!" Seras gasped.
Angel nodded. "For the first time in a very long time, an opportunity to kill the First Vampire has arisen."
"Can't he simply take a few back into himself for safety?" Seras asked.
"He could, but he won't," Angel said. "In this form, his pride as a Count and as the King of Vampires is no longer dampened by the souls within him. He's too proud to believe he requires something like that."
Seras frowned, but nodded. "No one could reach him anyway."
"Anderson could," Angel said. "And will. He'll understand what's happening, and what it means. He'll face Alucard one final time."
"Is there anything we can do?" Seras asked.
"Stay out of his way," Angel said. "He will want to face him alone."
"Right," Seras nodded.
Just then, Alucard used Alhambra and the female vampire with the musket to destroy the helicopters, taking them all out in seconds. As Maxwell crashed down amid the flood of Familiars, the Familiars swarmed, only to fail to get through the glass encasing the back of the truck he'd been in. However, within seconds, one of Anderson's bayonets stabbed into the glass, cracks spiderwebbing across it and allowing the Familiars to break through. Seconds later, he was impaled a dozen times over by the soldiers of Alucard's days as Count Vlad. They hoisted him into the air, allowing him to bleed out and die painfully.
"It's over," Integra said. "Take me to him."
Angel nodded, picking up Integra again and leaping to where the first of Alucard's victims had been impaled on spikes in the street. He set her on her feet, then stepped back as Seras landed beside him, just as Alucard knelt before them. He was bigger now. A foot taller, more powerfully built, and dressed in the armor he once wore, armed with his old sword, and with his tattered cape and his long, unkempt hair blowing in the wind of the silent city. His face now bore a neatly-trimmed beard and mustache, and the weathered skin of a man in his forties, rather than the youth of his normal form. When he spoke, it was with a long-unused accent of a Count of Transylvania.
"My count, you have returned," Integra said.
"At your pleasure, my lady," Alucard said.
"Hi," Seras said nervously. "It's really nice to have you back, sir."
"You look better like this, Master," Angel said calmly as Alucard stared at them in a cold silence.
On the receiving end of his stare, Seras quickly ducked behind Angel.
"Um...you seem to have grown a mustache, sir," Seras said, peeking out from behind Angel again. When he didn't respond, she used her right hand to draw an invisible mustache on her face. "The mustache."
Finally, he stood and reached out, setting his hand on Seras' head as she flinched, only for him to pet her head like a child, smiling kindly. "Yes, Seras. My dear Seras Victoria." His voice was kind and filled with affection and pride, like a father speaking with his daughter.
Seras smiled happily, standing up tall and slipping her hand into Angel's left. Angel gave it a small squeeze as Alucard turned the smile on him.
"I'm so proud of you both," Alucard said.
Just then, as if determined to interrupt, Anderson appeared above them in a swirl of bible papers, shouting a battle cry around a bayonet as he fell toward Alucard. Angel obediently stepped back, bringing Seras with him, as Alucard drew his sword and stabbed upward, the point of his blade meeting the point of Anderson's, both deflecting and forcing Anderson to leap away.
"Nicely done, my nemesis," Alucard commended.
"I am a servant of God," Anderson said. "An agent of divine punishment on Earth. I am called upon to cut away the flesh of infidels." He moved his two bayonets into a cross. "And remove those from the Earth all those who would defy God!" As he charged, bible pages flew up around him, a barrier of glowing blue symbols appearing around him. "AMEN! ! !"
Both slashed, their blades colliding and fighting against each other for a moment, blue flames roaring along Anderson's blade for a moment before the pages all burned in matching flames, Anderson leaping backward, leaving a scratch across Alucard's left cheek.
"You've become a formidable warrior," Alucard smiled. "I'm impressed."
"Ready for more?" Anderson asked.
"Yes," Alucard hissed excitedly. "Bring me more! Try to pierce my heart with your bayonets! Five hundred years ago. One hundred years ago! Now you come back to challenge me and awaken me again, my beloved nemesis!"
"Don't even need to ask," Anderson said, ignoring the year gaps Alucard had specified.
They both charged, clashing several times before Anderson leapt away and hurled several bayonets. However, Alucard was suddenly holding his guns and shot them out of the air with the Callus and a single shot from the Jackal, which went entirely through the bayonet it hit then through Anderson's left hand. Anderson stared at Alucard as his cape blew out from in front of him, leaving him in his normal form, Alucard quickly listing to characteristics of the Jackal, then shouting to Walter, wherever he was, that the weapon was perfect. Anderson charged, ripping the bullet out of his hand, where it had apparently been caught, then drew two more bayonets from God only knows where, using them to block several shots from the Callus. Then, Alucard swung the Jackal around, firing a single shot through a bayonet and into Anderson's elbow, blowing a massive chunk out of his arm and leaving it dangling by a few strands of tissue. Angel nodded as he watched the arm failing to regenerate. The fight was decided.
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