Me: hey all and how has it all been! Sorry I've not written in such a long while but life has been getting to me and I had to take out a few 'problems' to ease my worries and troubles... in any case, I made sure this wasa long chapter and hope you all enjoy it!
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A stray scrap of paper rustled through the mangled and ravaged streets of Osaka. Skeletons of all assortments still in half rotted clothing were scattered all around as only a few rodents and small birds lived in this bleak land. Cars that were near completely rusted through laid about as the crumbling buildings all around gave faint groans whenever a breeze blew past. A war had raged here years ago, many had died, many had suffered. This once lush land was now dead, death having caressed the very breath that surrounded these lands. A few rats, half starved and mad, sniffing the air, with loud annoyed chatters, their beady black eyes that shined with almost pure insanity from lack of food, stared forward down the main street as a blast of wind swirled up debris and dust. Far off, a silhouette headed slowly through the city, with the heavy trodden of black boots, the deep rustle of a heavy black cloak and large slightly rusted chains, he walked.
Silent, deadly, a very being no one would ever wish to face. With only his lower face exposed, he walked. The metal black coffin hanging on his back, the chains wrapped around his body grinding slowly, as predatory as their very master.
The silent air was mangled violently as with a horrible demonic screech. Wings flying outward and metallic mutated claws extended, the harpy servant launched himself from his shadowed perch and headed right for Reign making the air scream with his wings ripping through the air.
Merely drawing to a slow stop, the man continued to just stand there, staring forward, not a single air of concern was upon his body.
Drawing from the filthy alleyway's protection to the far left, there stood another man. With tied back pale blond locks flying behind him as he wore full black clothing. Livid red eyes raced as a cruel grin pressed upon his pale lips in a near mad manner. "did you ever know it's not best to intrude on land that is not yours!" Maxwell's voice roared with a manic sneer as the mutated harpy who screeching, was right on top of Reign.
Through Maxwell's laughter and the demonic beast's attack... Reign moved.
With a slow motion of his right hand rising up; The harpy servant uncaring, flared his claws, eyes livid with a victory glare... that quickly faded as the beast felt cold fingers slide over his throat and with a single millisecond to stare at the face of the cloaked figure. Maxwell's laughter instantly died as he saw the harpy get suddenly beheaded from a simple squeeze of the cloaked man's hand that had encased his servant's throat. Stepping back ever so slightly, Maxwell narrowing his eyes, cautiously watched this man. He was a bit bothered by how easy it was to cause that death when his servant had mutated enhancements that wouldn't allow such a easy defeat. But this... this man accomplished such a death with not even so much as flinching, speaking; moving.
With a deep growl rumbling from the depths of his lungs, Maxwell's red eyes blazed. Clenching his fists tightly, a faint crooked sneer crossed his lips as he took a few steps forward. "I'm impressed, clearly you are not human and you are quite capable of killing easily. So how about a wager dear ally of darkness, accompany me in taking out-"
He wasn't even given another second or breath to speak, for Reign moved once more.
With a fluid snap of his arms to the cold metal coffin upon his back. Steam bellowed heavily from the lid as he whipping the coffin to his front making the chains grind loudly, the eyes of the demonic skull on the coffin lid began to blaze a violent red. Turning his left side to Maxwell, the top of the coffin was aimed right to the blond undead who took a slight step back. With red eyes watching this cloaked man, Maxwell baring his fangs, took in a slow breath. "do you even know how to speak? Or did you get so fucked up you became a mute?" Maxwell growled deeply as he looked upon that shadowed face that only exposed thin lips, in a neutral stance. A low hiss caused Maxwell to look to the coffin as the lid having cracked open no more then three inches, allowed black flames to spill out and roar all around both the coffin and its wielding master.
The sounds of loud wails and screaming lost souls, even though it was daylight, Maxwell felt a chill of darkness and bitter cold sweep over his body as if he were bare. That frightened him. Taking a few weak steps back, Maxwell went rigid as he found he couldn't move any further, much less, any more then where he stood. His red eyes snapped from the coffin to the man's face and back to the wailing coffin. He felt it calling, drawing him, or rather, drawing his soul. It was singing, he heard that sadistic song wring through his heart, his flesh, his very being. It was almost alluring.
Blinking, Maxwell clearing his senses and vision, stared forward and paled slightly as he rapidly looked all around. That man who was cloaked, was no where in sight! "W... where did he..." the wails had long since gone with their tormentor and silence once more consumed causing the vampire to shiver slightly. That had bothered him, never had he ever thought to meet such a character, nor hear such a melody that terrified and beckoned at the same time. Blinking, Maxwell turned his sights onto his fallen servants, the last of his previous experiments. As soon though as he had rested his eyes upon the beasts, Maxwell swore his blood froze and ice crystals formed within his body. There laying beside the head of the dead harpy, blood that had trickled from the servant's mouth was spelled in letters.
Taking a few very cautious steps closer, with a swift look around. Maxwell swallowing, looked down at the morbid solitary word of blood that rested upon the ground.
Pathetic
"Pa... wha..." fangs bared and teeth gritted, Maxwell giving a mangled yell, lifted his foot right for the side of his servant. As he proceeded to bash his foot again and again into the corpse of the mutant, Maxwell was unaware that the blood of his servant was turning black and seeping back in as with every passing second, the servant's severed head inched towards is body like a morbid beacon. At that moment, he didn't care, he was enraged by that man's actions and power. As hard as he wished to never admit in his heart and fully dammed soul, that man in black was more powerful then him!
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Far off standing high on top of a crumbling building, Reign watched with shadowed eyes. As he watched Maxwell finish beating the corpse and suddenly do something to the body with a syringe and glass container, a slow breath past from the man's pale lips as a faint breeze kicked up. "pathetic..." with the soft cold word sliding past his lips with the already passed sigh, Reign turning his cloaked face to the sunny sky. As if pulled by unseen hands, his black bellowing cloak flew up from beneath the coffin and flying outward behind him, the cloth suddenly ripped savagely from the bottom to his shoulders right down the middle of the rough material. With the two slashed cloths flying outward on either side, the glint of the bright sunlight shined upon black metallic bones that were growing out like pooling liquid from the man's back and becoming solid and rough skeletal bones underneath the black cloth as it molding onto the wings, changed full texture to that of black leather.
Maxwell, upon hearing such a sudden noise of ripping cloth, looked over to his right and saw the figure. A lone figure rising into the sky with huge bat like wings carrying him off. Maxwell's grip on the blood filled glass container tightened ever so slight. With red eyes livid, he watched. Just what exactly was that being, and what was his purpose?
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"Seras! Seras!"
the undead royal laughing happily upon hearing her name, waved in a rapid near hyper motion as she having gotten to the entrance of one of the few remaining good hotels in Tokyo, met up with her long lost comrades. It had been Alexial, who having just near lost all her dignity, yelled Seras's name before racing right from the hotel's entrance and for the undead royal. The others though, a few just as happy to see her, slowly walked for her as the last rays of the sunlight began to fade from the semi cloudy sky. Many of the mere common folk that were passing by, just stared, a few fled on swift feet while others clearly ignored them all together be it out of not caring or not knowing.
After a few quick words with the daughter of Zuranna, Seras with a weary smile of relief upon her lips, looked over to Inferno as he being the other to reach her first, came to a standstill. With a small but respectful bow of his demonic head, gripping his scythe in a leisure manner, the servant watched her with relieved and happy red eyes. "I am truly pleased to see you once more my queen, and I see you have faired well after the previous abduction, what of Maxwell?" the group saw the queen flinch as she weakly watched her friend and servant. Her eyes spoke the truth while her lips moved but no words were spoken. "he got away." Everyone turned and or gave a sideways stare to Anderson with Sarina clinging to his pant legging and giggling unaware of the sudden seriousness that took place.
Alexial blinking, stared at them. "Wait... so exactly, what is this Maxwell's deal? Why did he kidnap Seras, or do any of the shit he's already done?" the young woman asked in a near hushed tone as she weakly watched Seras as she saw the queen suddenly get very timid and what seemed... afraid. And it wasn't just Alexial who saw this. "Seras... what did he do." Seras flinched harshly from the woman's cold voice. It may have been over twenty years ago, but Integra's authority over Seras had yet to fully burn away. Turning her blood red eyes onto those cold eyes of her former boss of Hellsing, the queen took a uneasy swallow. "... he... took my blood... he took my blood and... started rambling... about becoming the next true undead royal... I think... he... was talking about Alucard's demise... I..." her red eyes flashed to everyone, looking, seeking for some form of support, aid to help her very worried and panicked heart. Oddly enough, her eyes fell and remained locked upon Anderson's as he just stared at her. Even if he had yet to speak of anything, his eyes gave it away. Seras saw it in his gaze, Alexander Anderson knew something.
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Far off within the ruins of Osaka, deep in the basement of a rundown former bank, candles that were half melted flickered all around. With a few insects and spiders scuttling from the onslaught of soft light, Maxwell stood there looking down within the vault of the former bank. There resting at his feet hung a six foot long parcel wrapped up in tattered old gray cloth and tied by small leather strings as a small note hung nearby upon the ground, having been dropped by Maxwell after having read it. Written in crimson as if blood itself, the note read only a few small words, but enough that caused Maxwell's lips to turn into a wicked sneer and his eyes danced with maddening delight.
' here is what you ordered and this is the last job I shall do for you Maxwell, but I must say, you have very odd choices to have me mix in the metal. Although it's finished as I am with you, farewell for good. – Wes'
"finally... finally, things are looking up for once..." slowly rising his left hand right over the encased six foot long object. With red eyes dancing, he continued to stare at gray cloth that concealed the necessary item that he needed to succeed. As if given a silent command of revival, flickers of dark emerald light began to slither up and down the gray cloth. The air became humid with the horrid stench of electricity and burning cloth as the cloth began to slowly smoke and burn away. Maxwell, through all this, just stood there and grinned with a mad hilarity. As the few last strips of ash that had once been cloth, burned away, there it rested. Six feet long with a width of two and a half inches, a jet black spear rested. With jagged pointed blades on either end that would deliver very painful and devastating blows no mater which way swung or jabbed, from either end to a foot down the metal rod, blood red stones no bigger then quarters glowed a cruel red.
With the flickering lights soft glow hitting the spear just right, engravings of ancient runes ran all over and gave a very faint red glow. A low chuckle began to rumble within the still air as a pale hand twitching, curled over the spear's smooth handle. "Lovely... just lovely..." upon standing tall with the spear held lazily out before his slender form, Maxwell's mad eyes gleamed.
With a low squeak, Maxwell stood tall and rigid as the mutated harpy servant, no longer that of the living but of a zombie like state puppet due to the affects of Reign, slowly clambered awkwardly down the steps causing flecks of dust to rise up and the old floor boards to groan with aggravation of the creature's massive weight. The harpy wore black stains on his beaten form as he even though as a zombie and pulled back together, still wore the scars where he had been beheaded and bashed in. "Servant." The harpy just froze as the soulless monster heard his secondary master's voice, upon awaiting orders like any good puppet zombie should, his soulless eyes rose up and stared to the back of Maxwell as the vampire continued to just stand there and marvel at the spear he had recently obtained.
Hearing his servant's form freeze, Maxwell's lips curled into a wicked sneer. "Do you know what exactly this spear contains? Do you know just how this weapon is going to rid this world of the single time Dracula!" with a manic cackle rippling through his lungs, Maxwell's grip on the spear tightened making his knuckles go white. "With the runes that had encased his damned soul to the broad Hellsing lathering this weapon, the metal was infused with that vampires very weakness as well as your own blood." With fangs fully bared in a violent smirk "the fucker won't know what hit him, and who knows... if he doesn't get struck down by this lovely weapon, then I'll make sure his queen will, for if she dies, he dies!" the puppet zombie stood there silent and still awaiting any form of orders as Maxwell began to out right laugh cruelly into the small musty room as the last few candles that were lit, faded into darkness as the wicks were burned all the way down. Indeed... to those who could feel the change in the winds, a war was coming. Yet this war wasn't based on if light or dark would win, but of which of the two evils shall prevail and continue to consume the world. The darkness of Alucard's reign, or was Maxwell's new attempt of maddening darkness going to succeed, it was clear to all those whoever could feel this coming war, the outcome could not yet be decided for far to much was at play here.
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"Ryuichi..."
upon a ragged rocky edge cloaked in the midnight darkness, a lone form shifted. With metallic feathers clicking into place, pale blue eyes glanced over to the harpy female who had spoken her leader's name. with a shallow breath and steel claws digging into the rocky ledge, a few pebbles were scraped free as with him shifting his wide metal wings, Ryuichi fully turned his piercing gaze onto the female harpy with ruffled blond locks. "go back to the rest of the flock." His cold voice nearly whispered as he looked back out at the moonless night sky. With her own metallic feathers scraping in agitation over her slender form, the harpy scowled at him. She was new to this colony when a near year ago her own clan had suddenly vanished without a trace, and yet still to this day, Ryuichi seemed a bit off towards her.
"well... I will after I tell you oh mighty leader, a vampire named Anderson and his ward have traveled afar to apparently see you and only you. He mentioned knowing you form years back in the Vatican war, but now that I have delivered the message." Flaring her wings, the harpy female with a violent downward thrust sending plumes of pebbles and grit into the air. She slammed out of there and into the sky heading right for the mountain's brutal walls littered with many caves and tunnels that the flock resided in for the past few weeks. Watching her form fade into the night, Ryuichi gave a weary sigh as he replayed her news in his mind. If Anderson took the time to get here, then something very fowl was arising in the lands that rested at the base of these mountains, but then again. Drawing in a deep breath and letting the chilly night air cool his lungs, the harpy leader closed his eyes. Something fowl had been afloat for a while now, full clans and flocks of harpies, dragons and griffins have suddenly up and vanished, many were found dead while many more were no where to be found.
Slightly opening his eyes into thin slits, Ryuichi allowed the contained breath to pass by his dry pale lips. Flexing his wings as he prepared to fly down and meet his 'guests' the harpy leader of Dark Moon looked to the stars. In his old immortal heart, he knew, another war was approaching, and rather fast and violent. This was a coming war when who knew who would live or who would die, but it was clear to his ancient eyes; many will perish before this war that comes upon them, ends.
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"Seras?"
jumping hard, Seras whipped around hard within the courtyard of the hotel towards the one who had spoken her name. being early morning, dew had slinked onto the well trimmed grass and tamed plants that were scattered all around the semi large courtyard that rested outside in the dead center of the hotel. A few birds who having made their home in the tamed wildlife, awoke slowly and began their morning light chatter as the light blue sky above still awakening to the day bore a few loose white clouds. Even though it was peaceful here, everyone felt on edge, even the almighty Alucard hadn't been seen in a good five days since Anderson had left them at the Hotel. Yet with Anderson and his wards leaving them, the group had gained two new good friends from long ago.
Seras giving into a weary smile, nodded timidly to her old time friend as she wore loose black slacks, shirt and a simple black coat. "Zuranna..." the undead royal near whispered the American's name as she headed for Seras. With her long tied black dark blue hair hanging behind her, Zuranna like in the past, wore common blue jeans, black boots and a tight fitting bondage lathered trench coat. Even in trying times, the American undead royal always found ways to dress oddly, but then again, she was American.
With a weary smile on her lips, Zuranna watched Seras. She knew of Alucard suddenly disappearing and it was wearing down Seras, it was plain to Zuranna's eyes. Her friend was pale and rarely smiled, much less speak no higher then a whisper. Even her feeding on blood was lessening by the day and she seemed to suckle on bottles of water now more so then blood, and no matter how much her friends and allies tried to intervene, Seras refused any aid. Zuranna as well as Donovan and the other elderly souls like Inferno, they all knew, if Seras kept this up, she'd slip into a unwanted deep slumber and the only way for her to be awoken from such a state would be a genocide and thousands of gallons of blood pooled over her corpse like husk of a body.
"don't try it."
Zuranna blinking, looked fully at Seras as the young woman turned her back onto the American. With her weak shoulders shaking with a small laugh passing her dry lips, Seras hung her head allowing a few blond locks to fall over her shut red eyes. "I know I look sick... and I know... I need to feed... but... what's the point... what's the fuckin point when... I can't be with him?" with frail hands clenching together grinding a few bones, Seras's words hissed through her gritted teeth as with eyes held tightly shut, began to leak crimson tears that slowly slipped down her place face. Zuranna couldn't move, she opened her lips, but couldn't speak... just how could she approach this? Donovan had never done such an action like Alucard had pulled off.
With a heavy trembling sigh, Seras's shoulders sagged as the air around her became dense with heavy emotion. "I need some sleep... it can't go on like this... what can I do Zuranna? Everyone says I'm getting down to low, and I just got to let it go... but how do I do that?" hanging her head fully, the morning light caught crimson droplets falling from her face as a weak whimper passed Seras's lips. "I... very cold... I..." Zuranna gave a loud cry as Seras with no warning... with her blond hair flying out behind her like a fallen soldier's white flag, Seras collapsed hard onto the ground and there she laid... still, silent.
"Seras!"
running hard and fast, Zuranna crashing onto her knees by her fallen friend, swiftly turned Seras roughly onto her back yet the American froze. The face Seras wore, the pain, the sorrow... biting her bottom lips with her fangs, Zuranna giving a weak sigh, slinked her arms softly underneath Seras's light and limp body. "I am sorry... I can't help you... I don't know what to say... this is to deep even for me..." with a small grunt, Zuranna pushing once more onto her feet and with Seras in her arms, the undead royal headed slowly inside the hotel. As she carried Seras, one thing went in circles within the undead's head... just where was Alucard?
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