One at a time, cars pulled up to the gates of Gehenna and out came rather official-looking individuals, who then proceeded to introduce themselves to one another with the only occasional complaining about the wait. Some were friendly while others were just polite due to not knowing each other well, but no one was particularly nasty. The gaurds at the gate were a little intimidated by the different bodygaurds of each leader, as they all were different from themselves.

BIGFOOT had two people, both of them wearing grey uniforms with bulletproof vests displaying their logos, suited for the urban environment. The woman who kept talking to the elderly Margret Seward, the organization's head, somehow managed to both have an undercut and a ponytail at the same time. NAITAKA's uniform looked similar, as it was the same colour, but the cut was slightly different with Canada having their collars up and fastened so that their necks weren't exposed. Germany had uniforms that didn't match each other at all. This, however, was a common feature of private military companies, despite any religious aspects they may have. Meanwhile, Japan had only one bodygaurd, a man in a black suit with a fox-like face who made everyone there uneasy despite not doing anything to provoke such a reaction. Others had similar variations.

They spoke amoungst themselves as they waited, pondering what the demons that were supposedly leading them would be like. Naturally, they were on their guard. The idea of being near a demon was frightening. Only one of them had supernaturals on their payroll, so the thought of one being that close frightened most. Some were more worried than others.

"Oh, Brenda." began the representative from America. Margaret was still seated in her vehicle, turned to the side with the door open so that she wouldn't have to stand for long. She was in her seventies, after all. Her dark, wrinkled skin showed it, but she certainly didn't act that way as she spoke with her admittedly rather strong Arkansan accent. "I needed to talk to you."

"About what?" questioned Brenda Davis, the leader of NAITAKA.

"We've been noting the movements of the 'goatmen', and it looks like they're moving north." informed the old woman. "I wanted to tell you in advance in case any of them cross the border and cause y'all problems. You tell us if they do. We'll help you out if they do."

"Are they? Thanks for the information." Pausing, Davis turned to her associates, instructing one of them to make a note and inform their headquarters of the possibility. Then she returned her attention to Seward. "Are they difficult to deal with?"

"Well, the ones up toward Maryland can be dangerous. They like to attack cars and such, so they might be. We've told them over and over again to stop, but they don't listen. It would be a shame to just shoot them, but if it keeps going on, it might have to be that way."

"Now, they don't need antifreak bullets, do they?"

"No. Regular ones will do."

The American and Canadian groups spoke like this for a time, while the others tended to speak amongst themselves. The leader of Latin America's OBPSSI, Matteo Romo-Blas also joined in, discussing the relief of not having any chupacabra sightings reported this year as of yet, but that they still needed to remain vigilant. These three maintained a decent relationship due to shared borders and thus occasionally needed to swap information about findings of whatever supernatural beings they had in common, even if their countries didn't necessarily get along. It certainly helped that the leader of BIGFOOT was likable as an individual.

Karl Struming, the leader of STRUMING, kept mostly to himself and his compatriots. He spoke to them in German, so no one else could overhear his voicing of unease about going through the gates. The only one who seemed completely calm over the matter was Takamichi Hachioji, the representative of Japan. While the others spoke business, she talked casually with her sole bodyguard about the possibility of seeing some of London's sights before they left, not wishing to "waste the opportunity".

Eventually, the moment finally arrived and they came face to face with both their host and her demonic associates. They pulled up to the group in a green military truck with a large, open, bed in the back with seats fixed inside. Both of the demons and Integra sat in the back as well while a soldier by the name of "Major Harland" drove. Leaping over the side of the truck, the demons revealed themselves, gracefully landing on the concrete before assisting their superior in getting down as well. The group was admittedly shocked by how little the two resembled what was traditionally thought a Christian demon looked like, as they were both rather pretty men. One was even blonde, conflicting greatly with the image of matted, black, locks.

"Good morning, everyone." greeted Sir Integra. "I hope all of you had a good trip here."

Without any grace, the main question on everyone's mind was asked. "Are these the demons?" questioned Struming with folded arms.

"Indeed." Hellsing answered before gesturing to each of her underlings. "This is Sir Phantomhive and his husband and the one known as 'the face of Gehenna', Jim Phantomhive."

"Hello." waved the menace in a friendly manner, arching a few eyebrows.

"They're... married?" The idea of two demons being married was kind of a stretch to quite a few of the others. After all, if marriage was supposed to be sacred, how could two demons wed?

The question made the blonde falter a little bit. He was momentarily unsure how to proceed and was forced to look to both his spouse and his boss, who both gave him a reassuring nod. Clearing his throat, he came up with his answer.

"I understand it's a bit odd, but most things here are." he stated. "Here, supernaturals go to church, hold mass and have weddings without any problems. In fact, one thing you might notice when you enter is that many allusions to christian lore are actually present in Gehennan artwork. But, we'll talk more about that later."

"Are you Christian?"

"Hmmm..." Alois sincerely pondered. "I don't know. I've seen angels before. In fact, Ciel's cousin is one! But angels are present in all of the monotheistic religions, so that might not mean much. To me, it's just 'life'."

After a pause, he clapped his hands and rubbed them together, adding: "So, are there anymore questions about me or my associate? Speak now, or forever hold your peace."

"You two don't look like that all the time, do you?" asked another leader. "Don't demons have horns, normally?"

"Well, this is the form I'm usually in, but I do have a 'demonic' form." nodded Alois. "We don't look that much different, I don't think. Just some horns, tails, pointier ears and a different outfit. Nothing really big. Mostly, I think it's the transformation itself that's the kind of scary part. Like, how many times to you expect someone to burst into flames all of a sudden and have horns and a tail when it dies down again? You don't. It's weird. Anything else?"

When the blonde didn't receive any sort of response aside from silence, he took that as an invitation to start everything up. "Right, so, here's the plan: This truck is gonna drive around the town and we're going to explain things as we go. If everybody will hop into the back, we'll get this show on the road."


A/N: I'm trying desperately to keep up and post every day, so bear with me. I want to keep updating as much as I can, since I start school Monday. I am sad. I don't wanna go.

Memorising all of these names can get confusing. Some of them didn't show up or was only mentioned briefly. Someone submitted ideas for a Russian organization, but there was no name. Since I don't speak Russian, that's a problem. Then there's the O.I.B.P.S.S.L. Or the "Organismo para la Investigación, Búsqueda y Protección de Seres Sobrenaturales en Latinoamérica". (That's the "Agency for the Research, Search and Protection of Supernatural Beings in Latin America" in English.) This one was mentioned in the chapter, as I was given quite a lot of information on it (which was highly appreciated. Bless your heart.) but I'm still in the process of deciphering which countries are in its jurisdiction, because the Iscariot organization has jurisdiction in multiple countries all over the world, including Brazil.

I actually kinda picture Iscariot like, contacting them pretty regularly like "Hey, if you wanna, you can give us jurisdiction here. It's cool. You'll be blessed." and OIPSSI is like "why would we do that? You expect us to just give up our jobs and let you run shit? Are you stupid?"

I feel like I should post the list of organizations I have so far, who they're run by, what their acronyms stand for, etc. and post it to tumblr. Would that be helpful? Maybe I should just like, fix the entries on the wiki so they actually have some substance... I deleted a lot of what was on there because I realised halfway through that shit didn't make sense, so it needed revision. That's how this shit goes, though.

In other news, I've been OBSESSED with "goatmen" in the U.S. lately. There's many, many, states that have their own. He's like bigfoot, but goatier. And he usually carries an axe in most of these for some reason. Depending on the story, he either wants you to get the fuck off out of his space, or he wants to murder the shit out of you and possibly eat you. There's apparently goatmen in Kentucky, Maine, Maryland, Texas, Louisiana, Wisconsin, Arkansas, and a couple of others. But why goats...

Due to this recent fixation, I have designed yet ANOTHER character I may never use... His name is Steve and he wants you to just fucking leave...

This is what happens when I do "research" a.k.a. get trapped in cryptozoology/conspiracy hell.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "Luka, how do you feel knowing your brother and ciel have sex?" by Guest

Luka: "...It's gross. I know they do it because they love each other... but it's gross. Putting your thing in somebody is just gross."