Wings of the Damned

by DianaPrince31

The Vatican employs Dr. Lazarus Thorton to bring Enrico Maxwell back to life in order to restore the Iscariot Organization to deal with Italy's Chimera problem. But after learning of the Catholic Church's policy of toleration of all walks of life, Enrico believes that the Church poses a bigger problem to Italy, than Chimera. Rated M. No pairings. Part 2 of Winds of Change series.

11. The Truth and Nothing But the Truth

Wings of the Damned

Sapphirewyren

Chapter 11: The Truth and Nothing but the Truth

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing

Author's Notes: So here we are, the last chapter is finally here. It's been a great ride, so let's get started.

The truth can be a brutal thing. It can hurt like a punch to the heart or a kick to the boys. When found out, it does not come out like the drip-drip of a leaky faucet, but with the force of a typhoon or a dam that broke. It washes over you like a wave, but its effects are everlasting. Its meaning so profound, it stays with you for a lifetime. It is something that one will always remember and if you forget it for even a moment, it will remind you. That was what happened this fine day in two separate countries. The truth came out and once out, there was no stopping the events that would follow.

Rome, Italy

Luigi Santos was the custodian at the Church of Saint Stephen of the Abyssinians for 25 years and his job was fairly quiet. After all the Masses were finished for the day, he would get out his cleaning equipment and methodically work his way from the entrance to the Sacristy sweeping and then mopping. He'd scrape the gum from underneath the pews and vacuum the carpets. It was a routine that he was accustomed to. What Luigi did not expect was to find the body of Cardinal Stefano Bianchi dead in one of the confessionals with a bullet to the head. And he really did not expect to find Cardinal Pietro Romano dead in a second confessional killed in the same way. Luigi sighed; couldn't they wait to die after his retirement?

Bishop Salvaggio surveyed the scene at the cathedral; he had been called early that morning to investigate the deaths of two more Cardinals. These two had also been members of Enrico Maxwell's inner circle. This totaled all four of them dead. What kind of message was trying to be sent? Late last night, Enrico had been attacked by none other than the Silver Mask and his female accomplice. The woman had branded him on the chest with the Hellsing logo. The Holy Father was NOT pleased. When one of the police officers handed him a bag that contained two silver cards with the Silver Mask's name on it, the bishop knew that Enrico's day would only get worse.

Meanwhile, Enrico was still fuming about the attack on him last night. "I KNEW IT! IT WAS THAT WHORE! SHE TRIED TO HAVE ME KILLED!" The Cardinals gathered around said nothing for fear of Enrico's wrath. Just then Cardinal Espada entered the office and said "You might want to see this Maxwell." Just as Enrico was about to go off on Espada for his lack of respect, the Cardinal had turned on the TV and on it showed the contents of the secret sub-basement and the 'attacks' on the citizens of Italy. "This is on every channel and is streaming online. There is buzz all over the net claiming that the Vatican and the Iscariot Organization is behind these barbarities. Care to explain this Maxwell?" asked Espada. "Because judging from the expressions on these faces, none of us knew anything this terrible could be going on in the Vatican!"

"YOU WILL ADDRESS…."

"I WILL CALL YOU AS I SEE FIT!" The normally mellow Spanish Cardinal's outburst made everyone in the office start. "Do you know what you have done!? If this gets out, not only are you in danger but every man that wears the collar of a priest! The people will riot or worse! Please tell me that this is some kind of prank!"

Just as Enrico was about to deny any wrongdoing, audio came on, it was a recording of the plot to kill the former Pope. All four dead Cardinals and Maxwell could be heard talking about hiring an assassin and blackmailing Cardinals in the conclave. There were more recordings of Enrico and his cohorts detailing the assassination plan and even ways to pin it on Hellsing. But that was not the only recording. There was audio of the schemes of kidnapping day walkers and the use of a serum that caused them to go berserk. Everything that was meant to be a secret was now being streamed on television and the internet. Espada glared at the 'Holy Father', "Sir Hellsing was right, she shouldn't have let you live."

"Was that a threat!?" bellowed Enrico "You know what happens to traitors!"

"How you can still be so high and mighty is beyond me. What you did was wrong! Not just wrong, but completely immoral! You are supposed to be the leader of the Catholic faith! There is nothing just about the deeds that you have done! May God have mercy on your soul!" Espada stormed out of the office. The other Cardinals stared at the door where Espada just left and then back at the seething 'Holy Father'. After a couple of moments, they all fled the office. They knew that in a couple of hours, it would not be prudent of them to be seen in public if the citizens were to believe the footage. When Bishop Salvaggio entered the office, Enrico growled, "This had better be good news, that you caught the scoundrel Silver Mask." The Bishop shook his head and said, "I'm sorry Your Holiness. Cardinals Romano and Bianchi were found dead at the Church of Saint Stephens this morning. They were both shot in the head. The Silver Mask left two more of his calling cards."
"GET OUT!"

The bishop couldn't have left fast enough. Of course, he didn't miss the footage on the TV. He knew that he would probably be the next target; it wouldn't surprise him.

London-Hellsing Manor

Just as Integra had thought this Silver Mask search was a bust, Johansen had burst into her office and showed her the footage that was streaming all over the internet. She had always known Maxwell could be a cruel man, but this was a new low. She had thought what he had done in London centuries ago was his lowest point, but somehow, he had proved he could go even lower. The footage got worse as new clips of the executions of 'traitors' were also added. Somehow Integra couldn't help but feel that this was her fault as well. If she had put a bullet through his head when he first crawled up out of the grave, none of this would have happened. "Now don't you start thinking nonsense like that, Sir!"

Integra looked up at the speaker, Colonel Stewart, "How…"

"It was written all over your face. Do not blame yourself. No one could have known that he would do this, Sir."

"You're wrong. I knew he'd be EXACTLY like this. How long has this been online, Johansen?"

"Since early this morning, Sir."

There was nothing worse than waking up to the realization that your leader was a psycho killer.

"What now, Sir?" questioned the colonel.

Integra sighed, "We clean up yet another one of the Iscariot Organization's messes."

"I'll try and get in contact with Sam and let her know we're on our way," said Johansen and he left the office. Integra stared out the windows for a couple minutes before saying, "Prepare the soldiers, we're headed to the Vatican City. I will personally escort Maxwell back to his grave."

"What about the United Nations…"

"I am not waiting for what they have to say. By now they should have seen the same video and if they have any sense, they would stay out of my way!"

Colonel Stewart saluted, "Yes Sir!"

As Integra prepared to board one of the helicopters bound for Italy, a Black Hawk bearing the emblem of the United Nations landed on one the helipads. One of the soldiers disembarked and made his way over to Integra. The commander decided not to make a fuss over the fact that the UN just trespassed on private property. The soldier barked, "I'm Captain Michael Daniels and I'm looking for Sir Integra Hellsing!"

"What do you want?"

"The UN wants to capture Enrico Maxwell, alive. None of the bullshit you did with Doctor Lazarus Thorton II."

"Bullshit? Is that what they are calling it? You are welcome to try and stop me."

"This is to be a co-op mission between the Hellsing Organization and the United Nations. Your troops are to dispose of any creatures and mine are to capture Enrico Maxwell."

Integra crossed her arms, "And when you capture Maxwell, where you will be taking him?"

"The UN has decided that is information you do not need to know, considering your lack of transparency with them."

"The only thing I have to say is to take your 'co-op mission' and jump off the nearest bridge. I suggest London Bridge."

"Your Prime Minister and the Queen has agreed to this."

Integra chuckled, "You shouldn't lie to me, child. Her Majesty would have told me about any ridiculous joint operations and even then, I would still think that it was ludicrous."

Captain Daniels blinked, did she just call him 'child'? She looked younger than him! "Look, Sir Hellsing, I know you don't think you answer to the UN, that's why the Prime Minister and the Queen were informed of this co-op mission. It would be in your best interest to cooperate with the UN."

The commander sighed and just as Captain Daniels thought that she would concede his point, Seras ran up to her and whispered something in her ear. Integra smiled and said to the captain, "Looks like I'm not the only person that wants Enrico dead."

"What is it? What happened? You have to tell me!"

As Integra made her way to her waiting helicopter, she called back, "If you are so intent on catching Enrico alive, you'd better hurry or you will end up fishing for his body from the Tiber river." The captain stood dumbfounded for a few seconds before boarding his helicopter.

According to Seras, Sam had contacted Johansen telling him the citizens of Italy was not happy about what happened, and when they saw what was in the footage, thousands of people had stormed the Papal Palace and had dragged Enrico out. What they were going to do with him, she didn't know. Also, she had been informed by the Intelligence officer that two more Cardinals had been found dead, killed by the Silver Mask. When Johansen had asked how the video was posted, seeing as Enrico would never have aired it. Sam reminded him of her 'power of persuasion' or mental abilities, so she and the Silver Mask could just walk into a studio without a fight. Now the whole world knew what kind of monster the Pope was. Integra had wanted to kill Enrico herself until she learned about the riots in the street of Rome. The more she thought about it, she knew that the people of Italy had decided to put him in power and they had the right to take him out as they see fit. Enrico would be judged by the very people he victimized and if they saw that he was worthy of death, then so be it, she would not stand in their way- and neither would the UN. When the soldiers landed, they headed towards the Papal Palace to dispose of Enrico's 'collection' and then make sure that the UN soldiers did not find Enrico. There were different types of justice and as far as Integra was concerned and Enrico would receive it one way or another.

For Elsa, this was the best day of her life, the truth was finally out, Enrico Maxwell was not a godsend. He was not someone who cared about the people, all he cared about was power. Everything he did was to ensure power for himself. When the pamphlets, The Truth came out, Elsa was happy that someone else had seen through his façade. When she saw the video footage on an outdoor TV, she thought how ironic that the same screen that displayed Enrico's 'benevolence', now showed his lies and atrocities. She was among the throngs of people who stormed the Papal Palace and dragged the disgraced Holy Father from his lush office. He was angry and screamed for guards to help him, but no one did. Cardinals and other personnel just stood and watched, many of them upset that they had been betrayed. Enrico had kept a very tight inner circle, so many of the other Cardinals had no idea what happened until that morning. He had been paranoid, not trusting anyone, but for the four now deceased Cardinals.

The first thing that the mob did to Maxwell was cut off that ridiculous ponytail he had. By the time, they were done with his head, it looked like a bunch of 5-year-olds had went at him with kid scissors. They then covered him in wet hot tar and dumped a load of pigeon feathers on top. This was known as 'tar and feathering', a form of public humiliation that dated back to the Middle Ages. If that was not enough or dated, Maxwell was then dragged through the streets while people hurled rotten food, rocks, and insults at him. This event surprisingly (or not) had a bigger turnout than the week of festivities. As the people were in the middle of their mob justice, two fleets of military helicopters made their way into Vatican airspace, one bearing the Hellsing Organization emblem, the other the UN. A murmur went through the crowds. What could they want? Since there was a hideout full of monsters, it was obvious that Hellsing was headed there, but the UN was a different story. But those weren't the only helicopters in the sky, several Italian news networks had choppers in the air to cover what would be one of the most important news coverage of the year.

While the Hellsing soldiers headed towards the hidden basement to destroy the captive Chimera and ghouls, the UN soldiers met resistance from Italian citizens and law enforcement alike. What was more surprising was that even soldiers from the Iscariot Organization were also helping the people keep the UN from getting to Enrico. This made Captain Daniels upset, "You knew this would happen, didn't you Sir Hellsing?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"This is obstruction of justice…."

"No, this is obstruction of YOUR justice."

"That is not the point! The UN wants…"

"I know what the UN wants; you can tell them that they are not going to get what they want."

"Where are you going?"

"I have to see a certain former Pope."

One of the UN soldiers approached the captain and asked, "What do we do now?"

"We get to Enrico before that Hellsing woman does at all costs!"

This was humiliating! Did these idiots not know that everything he did was for God? Sure, great power came with the job, but that was just a bonus. He had tried to protect them from their own stupidity and because of some video on the internet; the people had turned against him. The lies of the Silver Mask had poisoned their minds and now they hurled rotten food and rocks at him. Speaking of which, Enrico winced as a rather large rock hit him in the cheek, opening a stinging gash. The thrower of the rock crowed with delight and high fived a couple of people around her. "You will pay for this humiliation!" As Enrico yelled someone else threw a rotten egg into his mouth. The former Pope was led back to St. Peter's Square where a scaffold was hastily built. They were going to execute him! "You can't! You can't do this! I am your leader!" Enrico was hauled up the scaffold and chained to a pole that was erected. As Enrico gazed at the crowd, he saw the twisted angry faces of the same people that just a few weeks earlier had showered him with praise and flowers.

When he got out of this mess, they would all pay! Pay for putting their dirty hands on him, pay for betraying him, pay for cutting his hair, pay for colluding with the Silver Mask, and pay for sinning against God. He had seen the helicopters and thought that they had been sent to save him. Where were the soldiers of the Iscariot Organization? Why weren't they storming in to protect their leader? Those bastards couldn't have joined these traitors, could they? Just then former Prime Minister of Italy, Angelo Messi climbed the stairs followed by several armed men. He turned to the crowd and said "Good people of Italy, in our time of strife, we were desperate and in need of someone that had new ways of helping our economy. We were duped into believing that our 'Pope' could help and so elected him for our leader. We learned that it was a mistake and the truth had been uncovered by the entity known as the Silver Mask. We thank him for opening our eyes to this snake's deception. Now we the people shall judge him according to his own laws!" The crowd cheered wildly, while Enrico struggled against his bonds. "You ingrates! You sin against God! How dare you do this to the Pope! I am a prophet!..." Enrico began babbling some stupid nonsense because when you're about to be killed that's probably what one would do. Was there no one to save him? Would he die unimportant for a second time? As Enrico was giving up that anyone would come to his rescue, the crowd parted and his most hated enemy strolled up the platform steps.

She watched as he was dragged through the streets by the angry mob. They threw all manner of refuse at him from stones to trash off the street. Whenever he stumbled and fell, they pounced on him like a pack of wild dogs on a wounded deer, kicking, scratching and punching, until saner minds beat them back and the procession continued. They had cut off his ponytail and most of his hair, leaving bloody patches. They were not gentle at all. The tar and feathers made him look like a mangy pelican that had fallen into a tar pit. Despite all this physical abuse, he still held his head high with a look of haughtiness. She wondered how one could believe they were still right, even when they were wrong. This look of arrogance only made the mob angrier. They wanted him to be repentant; they wanted him to be afraid. They wanted him broken and when he refused to give them the satisfaction, the mob became more riled up. Every so often, a random person, man or woman would go up to Enrico and strike him with a slap or a punch and several even spat on him. This reminded her of the journey Jesus took to Calvary, while carrying His cross. Perhaps that was why Maxwell kept his head held high; he probably likened his plight to that of Jesus. Knowing him, she would not be surprised. How typical of him. Soon the mob returned to St. Peter's Square, where she saw a large platform had been built. At the center of the wooden platform, there was a thick cylinder pole with several metal rings and chains. It was to this structure that the mob bound their prisoner. He began to yell and rant at the crowd, damning their souls to the fiery pits of hell, most likely where he would precede them. He screamed that they were making a huge mistake and that he would have his revenge. How sorry they would be that they had done this to their great and mighty leader. His arrogant façade was beginning to crack and the mass could see it. They started screaming for his death, offering up some ideas of how they thought he should be executed. As the former prime minister ascended the platform with some armed guards, his violet eyes searched the angry mob for a friendly face or a savior to save him from his fate. He had begun to babble nonsense as he realized that he would die and no one, not even the Iscariot Organization would deliver him. As she made her way to the platform, the crowd parted, opening a path. When he first saw her, he was surprised, he had not expected his worst enemy to be here, among the angry throngs. Her presence bolstered his courage a bit.

"Hellsing! What are you doing here?"

"Welcome back to earth, Icarus."

"What?"

"I told you that when you came crashing back to earth, I would be there to put a bullet between your eyes."

"Please….I'll do anything….just get me…."

She pitied him, how could one be so blind? "Enrico, I'm not here to save you."

The ex-pope's eyes darted about, "But….but you have to! You can't let me die!"

"Enrico, do you not have eyes? Look at the people in this crowd. These are the people you promised to help, the people you promised to lead, the people you promised to protect! You betrayed their trust when you took away even the basic right to express themselves. You have needlessly executed people for crimes that would be deemed foolishness in any normal society. Your idea of protecting these people was releasing twisted abortions among the populace and for what? Ego? Did you care so little about your duty, for your country and God? You ask me to save you, the only way I can think of saving you would be shooting you in the head right now to spare you from whatever torment that this crowd has in store for you."

"I…I'll change! I swear!"

Integra shook her head, "I'm afraid it's too late for that. These people want to see justice done, for all the lives that you have taken so casually in the name of self-importance and they shall have it." Integra descended the steps of the platform and disappeared into the crowd.

That evening Enrico Maxwell was sentenced to death for his crimes against the Italian people. He was to die by firing squad, his favorite form of execution for his prisoners. The execution was streamed live online, so the whole world could see the death of a monster. The UN squad made it in time to see Enrico exit this life with a bang or several bangs and to see the Hellsing Commander leaving the scene.

Hellsing Manor

When Integra reached back to headquarters, Philip said, "You have four guests waiting for you in your office, Wan is with them right now." Integra had a feeling that two of the visitors were from the UN, most likely the director Miyamoto and the Security Council's president Obademi. The third she'd bet money was probably Prime Minister Geoffrey Whitehall from the prestigious Whitehall family. The man's exterior of a hard chiseled square jaw, sharp hazel eyes, and thick layered dark blond hair did not match his meek personality. He stood a head above Integra and somehow managed to feel like he was only 2 feet when he was in the presence of the Hellsing commander. So, who was the fourth person? Integra saw everyone, just as she had predicted and the fourth person was sitting on the couch playing with Alucard who was in his hellhound form. "Your Majesty, stop playing with the dog, he hasn't had his flea bath yet."

"That is not very nice, Master."

"Wow, Sir Integra, so this is what your office looks like, it's as big as my private chambers. What do your private chambers look like?"

Integra raised her eyebrow as she sat down at her desk, "That is something you will never know, Your Majesty."

Prime Minister Whitehall cleared his throat, "I'm sorry to interrupt Your Majesty, but we must attend to more pressing matters."

"Sorry, you may begin."

Whitehall turned to Integra and said sharply, "Sir Hellsing can you explain yourself?"

"Care to elaborate?"

"You know exactly what I mean. The co-op mission with the UN!"

"Hmm…I thought he was making that up…."

"I got a report saying you let Enrico get killed. Do you deny this?" demanded Miyamoto.

"No, what will denying it accomplish?"

"We wanted that man alive."

"He was one of Dr. Thorton's science experiments, I blame myself for not disposing of him sooner."

The three leaders looked at each other, then Whitehall said, "In the future, it would be appreciated if you can cooperate with the UN when it is necessary."

Integra smirked, "I can only try."

"By the way, would you happen to know where Enrico's body is?" asked Obademi.

"Check the Tiber River."

Just then Johansen walked in with a folder and was completely taken off guard by all the important people in the room.

"Johansen, it's rude to stare at people with your mouth hanging open like that."

"Oh sorry, Sir. I found out who the Silver Mask is with the DNA samples and fingerprints Sam sent. Also, Sam's plane lands in 25 minutes."

Integra flipped through the folder that Johansen left on her desk. Miyamoto, Obademi, and Whitehall looked expectantly at the Hellsing director.

"What?"

"Aren't you going to share any information with us?" asked Miyamoto impatiently.

"I thought you came here to yell at me. Besides you have a body to find."

"You just received information pertinent to this case."

"Maxwell is dead, what case?"

"There is still an ongoing investigation of his inner circle."

"They are all deceased, except for Bishop Andreas Salvaggio who turned himself over to Italian authorities. The members of the Iscariot Organization who had knowledge of Maxwell's 'collection' are also giving their statements, so if you want anything else you probably should go to Italy."

Obademi sighed, "The Silver Mask's identity is intel, seeing he has killed four people."

"Well, the Silver Mask's anonymity is vital to this organization."

The president threw up his hands, "For what? What does he have to do with vampires? You know who he is!"

"His use for this organization is for me to know and if you're lucky, maybe you will find out, someday."

"So, nothing we say will convince you to share?" asked Whitehall "Even if Her Majesty commanded you to?"

"It's not like you give the Hellsing Organization access to all of your information, Prime Minister Whitehall. So, it's well within reason to let Sir Hellsing have her own" said the Queen. Integra could have laughed at the expressions on the three's faces. They had thought that Her Majesty was so preoccupied with the dog, but she had been listening the whole time. "Besides" continued the young monarch "Sir Hellsing has proven that she is very capable at her duty, therefore she has my complete trust. I suggest that you do the same, instead of trying to micromanage someone that clearly has more experience in this business."

"Well then, we should be going then, good night" said Whitehall. Wan escorted the three out of the office. "Shouldn't you be going as well, Your Majesty?" asked Alucard.

"Oh no, my driver can wait for a few more minutes. Besides I like it here, I never knew that Sir Integra had such a beautiful home."

"I can give you a tour since my Master is moping" chuckled Alucard before an ashtray connected with his skull.

"I'm not moping, Alucard."

The vampire king left with Charlotte in tow. Integra opened the folder again, it did not just contain information on the Silver Mask, but the names of all who had died during Maxwell's regime, the youngest being a four-year-old boy. Now, what the hell did a child do to deserve death? Integra did not get to contemplate that because Sam burst into office, slid across the desk scattering the papers and landing in the commander's lap. "Hey Baby Cakes, ya missed me?"

"No, I did not. I actually liked having the whole bed to myself again."

"Yes, you did. Are you enjoying this as much as I am?"

Seras entered the office overjoyed that Sam was back. "Hi Sam, why are you in Sir Integra's lap?"

"Yes Sam, why are you in my lap?"

"You know you…"

"GET OFF!"

The Queen and Alucard returned to the office in time to see Sam scrambling off the irate commander.

"It sure is lively here," remarked Charlotte.

"If by lively, you mean a bloody daycare center then I agree" huffed Integra. But the commander gazed fondly as Seras and Sam played 'keep away' with Alucard's hat. Philip sighed at the fact that he had to pick up scattered papers and tell three grown immortals that Integra's office was not a playground. And it did not help that the Queen joined in on the antics, there were protests by the butler that a Queen did not behave in such manner until Integra told Philip to leave Charlotte be, she rarely had a chance to do anything a normal 19-year-old should do.

Where was she? When Col. Stewart heard, the ruckus going on in Integra's office, he thought that she was throwing a party, but found her pets and surprisingly Queen Charlotte in there. He checked the expansive library and the firing range, no Integra. He finally found her leaning against one of the large oak trees, staring up at the moon, a cigar forgotten in her hand.

"Still blaming yourself, Sir?"

The commander kept her eyes on the moon, "Maybe or possibly coming to the realization of what I have to deal with for an eternity."

"Well you are young, so old age seems so far away. Eventually, everyone will get to paradise or hell."

"I gave up paradise, to be here. This is my paradise and my hell."

"I don't understand.".

Integra took out a pen and scrawled something on the Colonel's hand and before leaving said, "Perhaps that will help." Col. Stewart looked at what was written on his palm, it was an address- to a cemetery.

Epilogue- London Central Criminal Court of England and Wales (Old Bailey)

The trial of the members of the Iron Grin for the attempted kidnapping of Her Majesty the Queen Charlotte Elizabeth Regina Windsor III was underway. Everyone in the courtroom knew that the trial was just a formality and that the last 15 members of the terrorist group would swing for treason against the Crown and country. The presiding judge Honorable Richard Masterson turned a stern eye towards the pitiful members and said, "For me, it is beyond comprehension how humans could betray humanity to commit crimes of such atrocity in the name of vampires. And to even entertain the thought of kidnapping Her Majesty and to carry it out proves that you are lacking in morals. I have no choice but to sentence all of you…"
"Wait!"

Everyone turned towards the young Queen. "Please Judge Masterson, don't have them executed!"

"But Your Majesty, they tried to…."

"I know what they tried to do, but don't sentence them to death. Some of them are still children! Besides their leader is dead. For the last week alone, there have already been enough barbaric deeds and deaths. Please spare them, they have my forgiveness."

Judge Masterson was conflicted, treason was punishable by death, but here was the Queen of England begging him to pardon these wretches for their crimes. She did have a point though and the ones to physically try and carry out the deed was dead. "Fine, I sentence all of you to 25 years in a maximum-security facility. You have Her Majesty to thank for sparing your lives, you got far more than you deserved. This court is adjourned." He banged the gavel ending the trial. The members hugged each other and cried, relieved. Outside the courthouse, reporters and the media eagerly awaited news on the outcome of the trial. As Charlotte settled into her car, she heard a voice say, "Showing mercy to your enemies may not be the wisest choice."

"Sir Integra! How did you….never mind. I couldn't watch them die, it would be too horrible."

"And if someone else gets the bright idea to try and kidnap you again?"

"If they succeed, they can hang and if not, they can live with that failure for the rest of their lives, while in prison."

Integra smiled, "Well then I have nothing else to say. Good day, Your Majesty" and the commander left. Charlotte looked out the window as she was driven home. Maybe she was foolish for pardoning those Iron Grin members and sparing them from the death penalty. Maybe people would disagree, but she knew one thing, this was her decision and she would have to live with it for the rest of her life.

Meanwhile, in a small cemetery on the outskirts of London, Col Lawrence Stewart stood in front of a headstone that read:

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing

October 27 1977-September 10 2060

Lived in service to her Country, Queen, and Church

The plaque above the text was an engraved photo that looked just like the current commander of the Hellsing Organization.

The End

Author's Notes: Well there you have it, the end of Wings of the Damned. I hope you enjoyed it. Right now, I am researching stuff for what may be part 3. I read somewhere that Integra's birthday was on October 27, so I did not grab that date out my butt. If you can't do the math like me, she dies at the age of 83 (not canon, but when she dies isn't specified) and she dies fighting Super ghouls. I, personally do not think that Integra would die sick in bed like her father. I think she would go down fighting as Integra was willing to fight a whole horde of Nazi vampire soldiers with a sword, so why wouldn't she die in a way befitting her character? So, I want to thank my reader (Shadowpyro13), and anyone else who read and enjoyed this fic. I'll see y'all in the next one!