A/N: Ok, good idea.

Ah, this is a magnificent weapon, a true piece of art.

It's around 29 centimeters long, and holds nine rounds of modified .454 Casull rounds, capable of turing anything into a pile of debris.

It's simply beautiful.

I pull the slide back and aim at the target a kilometer ahead, pulling the trigger back and smiling as the target explodes into fragments of wood and litters the area with it's splinters.

I turn to Walter and smile. "This is wonderful, just delightful."

The man bows slightly, his hair slicked into a ponytail, his face aged from when I had last seen it.

"I'm pleased you like it, Lord Alucard."

I tuck the weapon under my jacket, turning at the sound of a sixteen year old girl's sniffle. Integra is there, wiping her nose with a handkerchief.

"Master, you should not be outside in your condition."

She looked at me with bleary eyes and frowned. "Piffle," she said. "This mere cold will not keep me from my duties. And seeing that you are kept under control when given this dubious new toy is something that I take seriously."

I sighed, pushing the glasses back up my nose, obscuring my eyes from view. My hair was still long and wild, blowing in the wind. I had taken to wearing a long trench coat swathed over my frame and buckled to the neck. A large floppy hat gave just enough shade to keep the sun off my shoulders and face when I stepped outside. The sun is a great pain to many of my kind, but after all the experiments that the Hellsings have performed on me, it's merely an annoyance, and that's something that will be passed on to any fledglings I might create in the future.

"Master, I assure you, that this fine weapon will be used only for those despicable creatures that mock my kind. To use it on anything else would be an insult to it and its maker."

Walter smiled and nodded his head in thanks.

Integra harrumphed and turned, going back into the manor.

I grinned. And there was a mission tonight. I get to test out this wonderful new toy of mine on the actual enemy.

How wonderful.

Oh, it was mediocre, in retrospect, but using the Joshua was a delight. It kicked in my hands like an animal trying to get away, the rounds ripping into ghouls and FREAKS like a hot knife through butter, turning them to dust with little resistance, something that the smaller weapons of the human members couldn't do.

I remember shooting through a wall to take out one FREAK that thought concrete would help him any.

Idiot. They don't deserve the respect that they so clearly want from my kind.

I have to say, this is the finest weapon I've ever held.

There isn't anything that will stand up to it.