Disclaimer: Big battles in this chapter. Alucard and Dante both display their powers, leaving their opponents utterly defenseless. The wolf pack after engaging the vampires for a bit completely decimate them. Lots of blood, lots of carnage and lots of stylish action because hey. That's what Hellsing and Devil May Cry are good for right? Enjoy!
Chapter Seven-"Annihilation"
Nomak tightened his grip, the darkness having engulfed Dante began to compact. He intended to shred and rip the devil hunter to pieces. Laughing, the burned half of his face pulsated. "Won't be much longer. Such a shame you couldn't offer a greater challenge" he said. The sphere that imprisoned Dante compacted once more. Suddenly it stopped, it increased in size before shaking and trembling. Nomak looked up, surprised. The darkness suddenly shrieked as if alive. Cracks began forming as it slowly started peeling away. "What? Impossible, he should be dead!" Nomak shouted. He opened both palms before surrounding Dante in more darkness. An immensely bright and intense aura of pure white light exploded around the darkness. Nomak shielded his eyes, the darkness peeled away and fell apart. In the center, Dante stood there. His body glowing with radiance. Holding up his right fist, light continued pouring out as the darkness slumped back before dissipating. Dante smirked and then punched the floor, light engulfed the room. Standing up he wiped his hands, "Man that was fun. Wanna have at it again?" he taunted. Nomak growled in frustration, "Just what the hell did you do to my darkness?" he shouted. Dante laughed, "You said it's a living darkness right? Well the only to beat darkness is with light. Too bright for you? Oh well let's turn it up now!" he said. Dante waved his arms around. Light surrounded his hands and feet before taking form. His hands were now covered in a pair of gauntlets. His feet in a pair of greaves that resembled clawed feet. The Beowulf fauntlets; Flash gauntlets and greaves imbued with the power of light. They were one of numerous Devil Arms Dante collected. Devil Arms are physical weaponry imbued with the soul and power of defeated or destroyed devils. These gauntlets were the collected soul of Beowulf: The Lightbeast. An old foe of his father, Beowulf was a guardian of the Temeni-gru tower which Dante once fought in. Originally wielded by his brother Vergil, Dante now wielded them with stunning mastery. All his physical attacks were further amplified.
Banging his fists together he took a fighting stance. Sliding his right foot back, he brought up both fists as he bounced lightly. Smirking he gestured with his hand. "Bring it" he said taunting. Nomak grit his teeth. "You don't know when to quit, DIE!" he shouted waving his right arm as a wave of darkness crashed to Dante. Dante charged his right fist as he threw a quick cross punch. Colliding with the darkness it reeled back from the force of the blow. Continuing his assault Dante threw a flurry of lightning fast punches, the power of light overpowering the darkness. Forming spiked it fired several at the devil hunter. Flipping to the side Dante charged energy before firing a large light ball. It clashed with the darkness as a small explosion rang out. Nomak was stunned. "How...how can this be? That light, it is weakening my darkness!" he said frantically. He waved his arms around before taking three steps forward. Spinning around twice he closed both fists before making two punching motions. The darkness doubled in size. Twitching it then formed a massive fist aiming straight for Dante with surprising speed. Dante braced himself. Rotating he executed a quick reverse side kick. His foot collided with the fist as it cracked and deformed. Nomak shuddered, terrified his prized weapon was powerless. Dante stood up, brushing his red coat off he ran forward. His body moved in a blur as he appeared behind Nomak. He punched the vampire clean on the jaw, shattering it as Nomak was sent crashing forward. He smashed into two display stands before skidding to a stop. Rolling forward he clutched his face in pain. "Urgh...no..this can't be happening...I can't be losing.." he said spitting out blood. Shaking he watched as Dante slowly walked forward. Eyes flashing he removed the gourd and broke it. "Let's see how you handle my darkness once it is fully emerged!" he said as if he had won the fight. The darkness oozed out before taking form behind Nomak. The vampire grinned as it pulsated before speeding to Dante. Chuckling Dante took a stance before attacking. The darkness tried everything. Grabbing him, spiking him, slashing him, crushing him. All of its attacks in vain as Dante simultaneously dodged its attacks and mixed in his own. He unleashed a furious kick combo ending in a fierce reverse roundhouse. The darkness crumbled before shattering to pieces. The numerous eyes in it twitched before they began closing. Nomak gasped, taking a step back he started shaking. "Impossible, just impossible. What the hell are you?" he shouted as Dante clenched his fists. "What am I? It doesn't matter" he said before rushing forward. Nomak had just gotten to his feet as Dante punched him in the chest, reeling over in tremendous pain Nomak cried out loud as blood gushed out his mouth. Dante then did a three hit combo ending in a strong over hand right. Turning around he brought his left leg up, chambering as he charged his gauntlets. His body glowed with light as he unleashed a flurry of kicks with his left leg, keeping perfect balance on his back leg. Dante yelled as he his body flashed before he began furiously punching Nomak. His speed was astonishing, his blows connecting with tremendous force. Each more powerful then the last. Nomak's body buckled under the force, his bones cracking as he spat out more blood. Dante then jumped back, charging his right fist he smirked. "See ya!" he said as he punched Nomak sending the vampire crashing backwards.
More displays were destroyed as Nomak's body crumbled to the ground. His body shattered, his vision blurring as he lay on his back. Dante then ran up and stood over him. Nomak's eyes widened, displaying great fear. "Please...I beg you...please just spare me!" he pleaded. Dante cocked his head to the side, a curious expression on his face. Raising his right hand he gathered power as light crackled and sparked around his clenched fist. "Spare you? Come on dude where's the fun in that? Besides I enjoyed our little sparring session. Thanks for the battle. Later!" Nomak started to scream, Dante finished charging his fist as he brought it down with great might. The devil hunter unleashed one of Beowulf's mighty techniques; Supernova. His fist impacted with Nomak's body as the vampire screamed. The room shook violently as light enfulfed the room. Nomak's cries were shadowed by the powerful roar of the Beowulf's power. Moments later the light faded, Dante stood over Nomak's body. The vampire had burst in half from the force of Dante's attack. His mouth agape, frozen in a scream. Blood stained the floor, steam hissing slowly from the gaping wound. Sighing Dante turned, walking back to where his sword dropped. The gauntlets flashed before they disappeared in a beautiful white light. Grabbing Rebellion he spun it around before buckling it to his back. Dusting himself off Dante turned for the exit. "Wonder how those other guys are doing" he said walking to meet up with his new team mates.
Elsewhere...
Damon turned to leave, believing his fight over. Stopping he looked up, he felt a cold powerful sensation. One that actually sent chills down his spine. The room echoed with a burst of maniacal laughter. Turning back, Alucard's body pulsated before turning into a mass of black shadows. The vampire's corpse began regenerating, his body parts reforming. Damon widened his eyes.
"What? I was sure I finished him off!" he said watching Alucard's body returning to normal. He laughed more as he stood up, fully healed. His black hair had grown longer, his red eyes flashing as a twisted grin crept unto his face. "Excellent! I haven't encountered a vampire with powers such as yours before! Truly an amazing performance, shall we continue this dance!" Alucard said pulling out the Jackal. Damon shook before forming fire in his hand. Firing three quick fireballs he watched as Alucard phased away. Reappearing a moment later the vampire opened fire. Damon dodged out of the line of fire, barely. The Jackal's rounds impacted unto the nearest exhibit. Exploding, a gaping hole formed. Damon turned, his eyes widening at the damage. "Man...what the hell kind of gun power is that? All from a simple pistol? Fuck..." he said in both awe and fear. Alucard grinned, reloading before opening fire again. Damon continued to dodge, waving both his hands a ring of fire surrounded Alucard. Raising his eyebrow he watched as Damon clapped both hands. The fire then compacted with his body and ignited. Smoke and ash staining the ground where he stood. Damon gasped when he saw Alucard was not injured. The vampire brought up both hands in a cross position. Grinning he lowered his arms, "Tell me what is your name again?" he asked chuckling.
Damon shuddered, "It's Damon". Alucard whistled as he placed the Jackal into his coat. Lowering his arms his body glowed red, his hair contorting into different shapes. Hissing Alucard laughed. "Damon..it's obvious that you are no ordinary vampire. Your powers are remarkable. What do you say we turn this up even more? It's time to show what it is to battle a true Nosferatu!" he said. Alucard brought both hands up by his face. The symbols on his gloves glowed crimson red.
"Releasing Control Art Restriction Systems 3..2...1. Approval of Situation A recognized, invoking the Cromwell invocation. Hold limited release ability until the enemy has been rendered silent" he finished saying. The gallery they were in darkned. Damon looked around in horror as the only thing illuminated was Alucard's form. His body morped, turning pitch black. He now wore an all black leather outfit resembling a straight jacket. A single eye opened on his chest, his eyes glowed dark red as he grinned. His fangs increased in size. Laughing Alucard delighted that Damon was now panicking. "Come on Damon! What are you afraid of! Show me what it is to battle a a genuine category A vampire! Come on! The night is still so young, and the real fun has yet to begin!" he said transforming. His body pulsated before his right shoulder began bulging. A massive multi eyed hell hound appeared. It growled before snapping and tearing. More eyes formed as more hell hounds began morphing and bulging from Alucard's body. Damon, with a look of sheer terror backed up several paces before forming flames. Even with the bright heat, the gallery still didn't illuminate much. Panicking he watched as the hounds began racing towards him, roaring and snapping with great intensity. Damon began firing numerous fire balls. They collided with the hell hounds who reeled back before charging again.
Damon unleashed massive waves of fire, all to no effect. The hell hounds snapped at him, he barely avoided their slobbering fangs. One bit into his shoulder, crying out in pain he grabbed it before burning it with fire. The others continued to snap and tear at him. Running now he blinked as a wave of severe pain erupted in his body. Looking down he saw that his left arm had been shot off. Blood pouring out as his arm was chomped on by another hound. Crying out he looked back. Alucard stood in a black shadowy mass as more hell hounds began morphing. Holding his gun the vampire grinned as he fired again. This time Damon was shot through his stomach. Two gaping holes formed as blood poured out. Falling down Damon's other arm was torn off by two hell hounds whom began devouring it. Rolling in great pain he rolled on his back as Alucard began walking forward, laughing the whole time.
"What the hell are you? What kind of monster are you?" he shouted coughing up blood. Alucard stopped in front of him grinning. "Yes I am a monster but what does that make you? It takes a human to kill a monster. So Damon, is this it? Is this what you can do? Stand on your feet, heal your severed arms and fight!" he challenged. Damon whimpered, blood trickled down his mouth. More blood poured from his wounds. "Listen man, we were just supposed to get the orb. We weren't trying to fight, please spare me! I'll tell you what you need to know just please spare me! I swear to God please!" Damon shouted completely frantic as he squirmed and tried to crawl from Alucard. Alucard frowned, narrowing his eyes in anger and disappointment. Sighing the vampire knelt down, the shadows emerging from his body began to dissipate. His body no longer morphing into hell hounds. His piercing red eyes gazed deep into Damon's. "Cheap, weak and pathetic. You dare call yourself a proper vampire? You disgust me! But you are correct. You will indeed tell me everything you know. I am obliged to give you a thorough interrogation so you will squeal all your secrets. Well, your blood will" Alucard standing up. Kicking Damon into the wall he then grabbed him by the head. Squirming Damon tried pleading but Alucard reared back. His fangs and teeth grew as he bit down hard into Damon's neck. The vampire screams were muffled by Alucard draining him of blood. He then had his shadows morph into various grotesque and horrifying shapes as they devoured his body. Alucard then gasped, his eyes widening. Flashes of images and memories began playing in his head. Images of an occultic ritual with a massive number of vampires surrounding a stone device. One figure stood at the head. Raising his arms he held a large orb. The Orb of the Fallen. Placing it into a rounded hole the device activated and glowed dark red. A massive jet black door covered in bones and ornate designed emerged from the ground. The figure waved his hands as it opened, piercing red light and flames began pouring out as a large black clawed skeletal hand reached out in a frenzy. The figure arched his back, cackling with madness.
Feeding on the blood gives a vampire access to his victims memories. Alucard narrowed his eyes, "I see. So that is their plan. Interesting, thank you Damon. For your blood, and for this fight" he said laughing. Wiping his mouth he turned, leaving a bloody stain on the wall. All that was left of Damon's body. Alucard's maniacal laughter carried through the hall as his shadows flowed from his body.
While Dante and Alucard ended their duels, the wolf pack was fully immersed in theirs.
"Sergei watch out!" Raul shouted to his pack mate as he brought up both his swords. Sergei turned to his left to see a man with a giant hammer smashing towards him. Swearing he back flipped out the way as the mallet impacted with tremendous force. Getting back up he opened fire again. "Thanks man I owe you!" he shouted to Raul whom nodded. Karl ran up and gave a swift kick to Marcus, the vampire skidding across the floor. Growling he got back up, Karl clicked his shot gun. No more rounds. Frowning he placed his gun back behind his shoulder. Smirking Marcus taunted him. "No more rounds, what will you do now?" he said. Karl stared coldly, reaching to his back pocket he pulled out a pair of brass knuckles. Banging his fists together he brought them both up. Marcus started chuckling before raising his mallet. "You think your fists can stand against my mallet? You're even dumber then you look." he said. Karl just stared back before Marcus charged swinging his mallet in a horizontal arc. Karl jumped and flipped over him. Marcus spun back around and began swinging and smashing his mallet in a frenzy. Every attack was parried or avoided by Karl. "No use for a weapon like that if you can't hit me" Karl stated as Marcus furrowed his brow together in anger.
Michael brought his sword up, Jane fired an arc of lightning that was absorbed by his sword. Jumping back he lowered it. She raised both hands and fired three more bolts. Michael dodged out of the way, appearing overhead he stabbed his sword down. She barely avoided the attack as a few strands of her hair were cut off. Smirking he shook his head before going on the attack. "You're pretty fast" he complimented slashing at her. She dodged, "We were born to defeat you. Hounds such as yourselves have never encountered vampires such as us!" she said snapping her fingers. Lightning surrounded Michael in a wide arc before engulfing him. The werewolf grit his teeth as his body was shocked by the powerful energy. Crashing to the floor he flipped back up, holding his sword. His clothes were torn and burnt, frowning he tore off his vest and tossed it to the side. Drawing one of his pistols he began firing as Jane dashed about, moving in quick blurs.
Sergei continued firing at Han whom dodged each round. Reloading his rifle he took aim, firing again he watched as Han dashed about in a frenzy. The vampire charged forward, knocking the rifle out his hands and bumping him against a stand. Sergei growled before rolling out the way. Readying himself he looked up as Han charged forward, curling his fist he brought it down in a fierce overhand right. Han brought up his right knee as the fist collided. Smirking Sergei nodded, "Not bad, for a suck head" he said. Han threw a quick kick, leaning back Sergei dropped down into a sweeping roundhouse kicking Han's feet from underneath. He then raised his leg in an axe kick and smashed down. He hit nothing but concrete. Han was now standing to his right. The vampire snarled before slashing at Sergei's face. Sergei spun around before kicking at Han whom grabbed his leg and threw him across the room. Sergei flipped before regaining his footing. Using his thumb he wiped some blood from his face as the wound closed up within seconds.
Raul continued dueling with Richard. Holding both short swords he brought them down as they collided with the vampire's combat knife. Richard shoved Raul back before slashing at his shoulder. Raul barely flinched as he swiped at Richard's head. The vampire jumped back, "This is getting dull. It's time I show you why we were sent to destroy you." he said. Richard's body twitched before he moved with blinding speed. Raul couldn't react in time as he was cut across his midsection. Gasping he took his swords and prepared to counter. Feeling a sharp stabbing pain he turned around as Richard cut him across his back. The vampire continued dashing about, repeatedly slashing Raul across the body. Moving with such speed he appeared as five bodies at once. Raul grit his teeth,"What the hell?" he shouted as he was knocked back. Richard 's body flickered before he split into five halves, all five charging forward and began slashing and tearing about Raul. Bleeding from his wounds he gripped both swords tightly. Richard stood in front. "My speed is much greater then that of any vampire you've ever faced. I can attack you whilst moving to avoid your counter attacks. It's a special 'gift' of mine. Give up, you lost this battle the moment you stepped to face me." he said as Raul growled.
Karl and Marcus continued exchanging blows. Bringing up both fists he blocked the mallet, barely. His left arm weakened a little from the force of the blow. Wincing he was then knocked into the wall. Marcus raised his hammer again and with great speed smashed Karl deeper into the wall with a sickening crunch. "Shit!" he cried out loud. Marcus smirked, gripping his hammer with both hands. "I told you, your fists won't last against my mallet. You've taken great damage and there is no full moon tonight so you won't be transforming. Because of that your wounds can't heal. It's over" he said before smashing Karl again intending to turn the werewolf into pulp.
Michael was blasted again by Jane's lightning. Reeling forward he was shocked into the wall. His sword dropping to the ground. Jane then brought out two silver stakes as she pinned his hands above his head. The silver burning into his skin producing a slight hissing sound. Growling Michael watched as she cupped her hands, a malicious grin creeping unto her face. "This is it. Your pack is finished. Such a shame, I kind of liked you. Farewell" she said as she fired a massive ball of lightning. Michael's body was repeatedly shocked and electrocuted. Moments later his skin and clothes turned a charcoal color as his body slumped down, steam hissing off. With a scoff she turned back to her comrades. "Hurry up and kill the others. We need to track down the ones that have the orb" she said to which Han, Richard and Marcus nodded in confirmation. All three vampires prepared to kill their opponents but were stopped by their laughters. Sergei, Raul and Karl despite suffering injuries laughed out loud as their opponents frowned. "I wouldn't declare victory just yet sweet thing. You may want to take another look" Sergei said gesturing to where Michael was staked. Narrowing her eyes she turned back around, Michael was gone.
"What?" she said. She caught a glimpse of a figure out the corner of her eye. Turning to her right she had no time to react as Michael back fisted her. Sending her crashing through two displays. Skidding to a stop she slowly got back up, blood trickling down her lip. "But..how? You should be dead with as much lightning I used on you" she spat in agitation. Michael lowered his fist, turning to face her. His black shirt was tattered and torn, his electrical burn wounds fully healed as he cracked his neck. "You think that was enough to kill me? Who ever prepared you guys was sadly misinformed" he said gripping his katana. He nodded to the others, they knew it was time. "We have a bad habit of testing out our opponents before killing them. Feeling out their powers and abilities before dealing the final blow." Raul explained healing his knife wounds. Dashing behind he kicked Richard in the face sending him crashing to the floor. Across the room Marcus raised his hammer, bringing it down he was stunned to see Karl caught it in his left hand. "Impossible!" Marcus shouted. Karl smirked, the vampire tried increasing his might, trying to shatter Karl's arm. Standing to full height Karl laughed. "You mentioned the full moon. If you lot had battled us 100 years ago then you may have had an advantage. A Werewolf gains more control over their transformation as time passes. We do not require the moon's light to transform, we can do so at will. Likewise our healing is not tied to being in the moon's light. You misjudged, badly" he explained as Marcus raised his eyes. Tightening his fist Karl punched Marcus in the chin, sending the vampire flying back with great might. Marcus stood up, his body in pain. Raising his mallet he saw Karl dash forward and kick the mallet out his hand as it crashed to the floor.
Michael smirked, "Alright guys it's been fun. Let's finish these vamps off" he said as the pack howled in confirmation. Sergei charged Han who frantically tried attacking him. Han then grimaced in pain, looking down he saw Sergei's hand had pierced through his chest. Ripping his hand out blood poured out as the vampire stumbled forward. Smirking Sergei then reared back, his teeth elongating. With a deep snarl he then bit into Han's neck. Tearing down with vicious force as he savagely tore and bit through the vampire's upper body. In a gory fashion he wound up decapitating Han. The vampire's head flying off as Sergei spat out bits of blood and flesh. Han's body twitched before crumbling down. Sergei wiped his mouth before stepping on his head,c rushing it beneath his boot. "One down" he said turning to the others.
Richard once again tried using his speed to overwhelm Raul. Appearing again as five bodies he dashed about, trying to daze and confuse his opponent. Raul smirked, holding his swords low. "Your speed is impressive but you have one big fatal flaw" he said before spinning around. Richard choked before spitting up blood. Raul pierced him through his stomach with one of his swords. His eyes flashed as he twisted his weapon. "You are predictable. If you're going to move about in the same pattern, even a novice can think of ways to counter" he said. Using his might he slashed up, splitting Richard in half. Flicking blood off his sword he sighed. "Two down."
Marcus threw a punch at Karl who flipped over sending the vampire tumbling down. Frustrated he growled in terrible fury. "You damn mutt! I won't let you make a mockery of me!" he said charging forward. Desperate to strike him somewhere, anywhere but to no avail. Using all his might he threw his right fist. Karl barely budged as he caught it with his left hand. Smirking he squeezed tightly before crushing his fist. Marcus cried out in pain as Karl put on a cold expression. "You were not prepared to face us. Your ignorance proved to be your end. It's over" he said balling up his right fist and bringing it back. With a sharp growl Karl began punching Marcus in his body with great force and speed. Each blow dealt crippling damage as Marcus began coughing up blood. With one quick right Marcus was sent crashing to the floor. Picking up his mallet Karl ran and jumped up. The last thing Marcus saw was his own weapon turned against him as Karl smashed his head into past. Blood and flesh stained the floor as Karl tossed the mallet down. "Three down." he said nodding to Michael who faced Jane.
Looking on in horror she took a step back, "This can't be. How could you all be this strong? What the hell kind of monsters are you?" she shouted panicking as she began charging more lightning. Michael narrowed his eyes. Suddenly he dashed forward in a blur, appearing some feet behind Jane. Holding both his sword and sheath they both remained motionless before Michael began sheathing his weapon. Jane flinched before her head slowly split in two down the middle. Another cut began appearing across her face, then another and then another. Crying out her body fell to pieces in a spectacular bloody mess. With a loud clink Michael sheathed his katana. Turning back around he stared at the heap of blood and severed arms and legs. Jane's head split both vertically and horizontally, one eyeball hanging out barely attached to the retina. The pack walked over. "Whoa, kinda messy there Michael, Just how many times did you cut her?" Raul asked staring at the pile. Michael looked up, thinking before shrugging his shoulders. "I lost count, I think somewhere around 10 or 15" he said causing blank stares from his pack mates. Karl shook his head, "Truly amazing. Well, is it over?" he asked. Michael was about to speak when gunshot rang out. Looking up they saw the body of a large stocky man crash to the floor. His body covered in bullet wounds, blood leaking out. He struggled to get to his feet. From above a blond woman jumped down holding a massive rifle. Opening fire she shot him multiple times before blowing his head off. Her duel with the vampire Alex was over. Seras landed, reloading before looking up at the pack whom just stared.
Blinking twice she grinned sheepishly, "Eh...hi" she said with a wave. Michael rose an eyebrow, "Judging by your uniform I'm guessing you are with Hellsing. Where's the rest of your team?" he asked. Seras looked around, "My master should be here somewhere...wait. Who are you guys?" she asked. The pack folded their arms. "We're with the Order of the Cross. We were sent to back you guys up." he explained. Seras holstered her rifle across her shoulders. Just then Alucard and Dante entered the gallery, Seras turned to them and smiled. "Master!" she said. Alucard looked up at the werewolves whom were on edge. Grinning he stopped, now standing next to Seras as Dante had a bored expression on his face. "The Nosferatu Alucard. I've heard the stories but this is the first time we have ever seen you in person" Michael said curiously as Alucard chuckle.
"You're a Werewolf, aren't you?" he said which the pack nodded. Dante looked at them, "Werewolves too? Man what else is there in this city?" he said. Michael looked at him, "Never got your name pal" he said. "It's Dante" the devil hunter said simply. Picking up his vest Michael threw it back on. "Well now that introductions are over, I say we get back to our headquarters. The orb is secure now so our job is done" he said gesturing for the others to follow. The group exited the museum, having completed their task. The stand off at the museum was chalked up to a terrorist attack foiled by the British authorities. The bodies of the vampires were destroyed and the authorities soon moved in.
"Ok ok so you'll never guess what happened next" Alex said laughing hysterically. Robert nodded, holding back his own laughter. "Go ahead so what did the guy say?" he asked. Kathy sat in a chair facing the window, bored. The two of them had been talking about various stories and hilarious antics, all which didn't interest her. Sighing she stared outside, still worried about Michael and the rest of the pack. Alex held his sides from laughing before he began again. "Ok, so like I said the dudes friend is a doctor right? But he does all the cosmetic and plastic shit on the side. So then when he gets to his office that same crazy fuck with the horn comes back but now he wants a Plexiglas glass plate for his skull. So the doctor is all 'No I won't do it' but the guy keeps insisting. The guy's got a big monster horn on his head and now he wants an operation where you can actually see his fucking brain! And the doctor fucking does it! He fucking does it, he actually made a window into the fucker's brain!" Alex said laughing which Robert joined in. Kathy rolled her eyes.
"Dude that's fucked up!" Robert said. Alex held up his hand, "No it gets better. Then another guy comes in later with a box and asks to see the doctor. When the doc gets there he opens the box and what is in there?...his dick. The guy somehow got his dick blown off in an accident and wants the doctor to re-attach it. And he does it! Unbelievable, I mean what the fuck man!" Alex said now clutching his sides while rolling around laughing. Robert shook his head, "Wow. I swear you run across the strangest people sometimes" he said chuckling. He then turned to where Kathy was sitting. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I just hope Michael and the others are alright" she said. Alex grinned, "Relax. It will take much more then some low rate vampires to kill him. You'll find out soon enough, he's like nothing you have ever faced." he said confidently.
At that moment Michael and the rest of the pack along with Alucard Dante and Seras walked into the room. Kathy jumped up, "You're back" she exclaimed. Michael nodded, "Yeah. You guys secure the orb?" he asked. Robert reached unto the table, opening the bag he pulled it out. "So now what?" he asked. Alucard spoke, "We contact Hellsing and let them know of the situation" he said. It wasn't too long until Alucard did as such. From the other line Integra stood in her office as Alucard explained the situation. "Well executed, my Servant. Her Majesty has arranged a meeting with the Round Table. Your presence is expected. The Order of the Cross has been personally invited as well. The Queen wishes to meet those we have allied with. Return home immediately. Do not keep her waiting" she explained. Alucard chuckled, his eyes flashing. "The Queen herself, interesting. We are on our way, my Master" he said hanging up. Turning to Seras he grinned, "Let's go police girl don't stall" he said preparing to exit. Dante and Seras looked at each other before shrugging their shoulders and following. "Her Majesty the Queen of England has invited your group to a meeting with the Round Table. I'm sure your master is well aware. We will see you then" Alucard said to Michael as the trio exited. The werewolf cocked his head to the side, "The Queen of England? Wow guess we should feel honored fellas. Well let's get ready" he said turning back to his pack.
An hour passed before Hellsing arrived at the Queen's quarters where the meeting took place. Integra was seated at the head, Alucard and Seras standing beside Integra along with Walter. Dante leaned against a pillar, arms folded with his eyes closed. He wasn't much for politics, though he did show respect to the Queen. One member of the Round Table spoke. "Sir Integra I take it you have some new developments?" he asked. Integra nodded, "Yes but it is better if I allow our guests to arrive first." she said. A moment later the doors opened, Vladimir along with Mariska, Michael and the pack and few soldiers of the Order walked in. Vladimir had his hands in his pockets, drawing some curious stares from the Round Table. He stopped a few feet from Integra, the pack spreading out behind him. Smiling he nodded, "Thank you for inviting us Sir Integra. I take it you have saved the task of introductions for us?" Integra smirked, "Indeed I have." she said. Vladimir turned facing the Round Table. "Vladimir Sokolov, head of the Order of the Cross. We have collaborated with Hellsing in this wake of vampiric attacks. Our organization has encountered the ones responsible many times before. We know who they are and what their plans are." he said. Sir Islands spoke, "Interesting. And who are they?" he said gesturing to the pack.
"My Werewolves" he answered. The men of the Round Table gasped before murmuring. Vladimir chuckled, "I take it you British folk don't encounter too many Werewolves? No matter" he said. The pack laughed before the Queen spoke. "Tell me, which among you is the pack leader?" she asked. Michael stepped up, "I am". "Come closer dear let me look at you." the Queen said. Michael walked to her throne, eying her guards as they slowly reached for their weapons until she waved her hand dismissing their actions. Kneeling down unto one knee he waited as the Queen slowly held his face gently. "I have never seen a Werewolf in person. Tell me what is your name?" she asked.
"Michael. It is an honor to meet you in person, your Majesty" he said. The rest of the pack, particularly Kathy looked on in curiosity. This was all new to her. She had never dreamed she would see the Queen of England herself in person. Yet there she was, standing near her throne. It all seemed so surreal.
"Michael a pleasure to meet you as well. Sir Vladimir, you may proceed with your report. Tell us, who are these vampires?" the Queen asked as Michael stood back up. Vladimir sighed, Mariska gently touched his shoulder before he faced the entire room.
"They go by many names. The Children of the Fallen, the Angels of Hell, the Makers of Despair. We know them more commonly as Those Whom Walk Among Devils. My ancestors defeated them nearly 200 years ago. They attempted back then to revive the Nephilim but were thwarted. After that they mostly appear in legend and folklore. Their leader is Victor, a very ancient and powerful vampire. He seeks nothing but the destruction of humanity. He views himself as a god, a god who will rightly assume his place as master and ruler of everything. These attacks are part of their elaborate ritual to once again revive the Nephilim." Vladimir explained. The Round Table began talking amongst themselves.
"Recently, my pack has acquired a device necessary to complete that ritual. The Orb of the Fallen. It was created long ago and serves as a medium between merging the living world closer to Hell. Victor plans to use it to revive the Nephilim, control them, merge them into his body and amass an army of vampiric creatures. No human army could ever hope to defeat them. That is their plan. In 30 days, the Sons of God and daughters of men will arise" he said. No one spoke until the doors opened. A man dressed in black combat gear stumbled in, bleeding heavily and holding a large TV set. Vladimir's eyes widened, as did the packs.
"Charlie!" they shouted as the pack rushed to him. Charlie spat out blood before falling down. Michael held him up, "Charlie! What happened to you?" he asked. Charlie despite his injuries managed a grin. "Sorry Mike. We got ambushed. There were so many of those fuckers we had no chance. The entire team is dead. They gave me this and told me to bring it here. Victor knows we have the orb and he's pissed as shit. He's going to declare his intentions to everyone in this room." Charlie said before wincing in pain. Michael growled, his nails turning to claws and his eyes flashing. Vladimir clenched his fists while Mariska picked up the TV and set it on the table. Integra narrowed her eyes, what could they be planning now?
"Hey there Boss, I'm sorry I fucked up. Listen, if the Nephilim are revived this whole city, this whole world will crumble and burn into Hell. They'll be millions of those fuckers. You've gotta stop them. See you guys...on the other side" he said as his body went limp. Michael held him for several moments before closing his eyes. Shutting his own he re-opened them, his expression a visage of fierce rage and hatred. The pack growled, fighting the urge to transform and tear something to swore, in fluent Russian. Integra walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's alright, turn the set on." she said trying to comfort him. Vladimir nodded as Mariska turned the device on. The monitor loaded, everyone looked attentively as a figure appeared.
Victor sat in his throne, a malicious grin on his face as his eyes flashed. Beside him were several other vampires. They appeared to be in a large chamber room. All sorts of occult devices and statues around them. Laughing, Victor spoke. "Greeting, Hellsing. Greetings members of the Round Table. I take it you've been brought up to date on our plans?" he teased. Michael stood up, seething in anger. Looking at him, Robert Raul and Karl flinched. "Oh shit, Michael no!" they stated. In a quick blur they grabbed and restrained their leader. Michael struggled, "You son of a bitch! I swear to God I'm going to rip your spine out and shove it up your ass!" he threatened. "Michael relax man! Calm down. Just listen, please" Raul pleaded holding his arm tightly. Michael calmed down, breaking free before balling his fists so tightly his palms bled. Kathy walked over standing next to him.
"Hello Victor" Alucard said walking over to the monitor. Victor laughed, "Ah Alucard so nice to finally see you. I take you enjoyed your duel with Damon?" he said causing Alucard to laugh. Seras turned to her master nervously. "Master?" she questioned as Alucard grinned. "Yes it was tremendous fun." he said. Integra glared at the screen. "Your plans will have to be put on hold. We have the orb. You cannot revive the Nephilim." she declared. Victor put on a curious look. "Really now. Sorry to break it, but you are all terribly mistaken. I wanted you all to acquire it" he said causing confused and horrified looks from the group. "You really think we could be so easily outsmarted? Come no I expected better from the descendant of Van Helsing. I will tell you this" he said. Tension mounted as Victor put on a cold stare.
"That orb is a fake."
His words were like a fatal blow to the heart. Integra widened her eyes. As did Vladimir and the Round Table. Shuddering she grit her teeth. "Don't lie! What do you mean it's fake?" she shouted. Victor laughed before explaining. "That orb was created to try to thwart our original plan years ago. No one knows where the real orb is. So we found a more enjoyable way. We have artificially crafted one. Using the souls and blood of a large number of sacrifices we have created a replacement orb by an alchemical process. It's really quite a work of art. Your spike in vampire attacks was to find suitable targets. Certain blood types make the process much smoother, so we targeted people with said blood types."
Integra sank into her chair. Vladimir frowned, "If what we have is a fake why would yous end your people to attack?" he asked. Victor smiled, sending chills down some of their backs. "Vladimir? Is that you? My my you have grown. You truly do resemble your father. And your father's father. The Sokolov bloodline is strong in you." he said chuckling. Vladimir swore as he clenched his fist. "But to answer your question. To lull you all into a sense of security. If you thought you had foiled our plans then we could work from the shadows more smoothly. But never mind that. No more hiding. It's time to announce our true purpose." he said standing up. The vampires attending his throne hissed in pleasure as he walked towards a large map. It showed the entire planet. Raising his arms he shouted.
"Death! Chaos! Misery! Suffering! All of it! I want to plunge the entire human race into an endless age of darkness and mayhem! And once the Nephilim rise I will use their power to crush mankind. But that is only second to my greatest objection. Something I have plotted since our defeat two centuries ago." he said turning back to the screen. He raised his finger, pointing directly at Integra. "I seek the destruction of Hellsing" he said. Integra gasped. Vladimir scoffed, "What beef do you have with Hellsing? It was my ancestors that destroyed your coven!" he said.
Victor nodded, "True but you were not told a greater secret. The earliest ancestors of Hellsing co-operated with your own to defeat us. It was a secret your father kept from you. Vladimir, your family may have sought our destruction, but it was Hellsing that dealt the final blow. And for that I declare war. On Hellsing, on England and on the world. Oh and I have a surprise for you all." he said drawing anticipation. Victor began pacing.
"The ritual won't take thirty days. Because of the artificial process, we can revive them in one week. In one week they will awaken. After that I will use the power of the orb to control them. Once under my control I will use them along with army of vampires to destroy Hellsing. Then the city of London. From there our forces will spread across the globe. By using the orb I can direct them to destroy all that humans have established. By starting and ending conflict, the humans will slowly turn to me for salvation and in doing so I will accumulate the grand finale. The realization of our goals. The ambition of my coven" Victor said raising his right palm. Slowly closing it, he smirked. "We will be in control of the world." he said in triumph.
The Queen's chambers grew silent before being disrupted by the sound of laughter. Everyone turned to Alucard as the vampire count clutched his sides in uproarious laughter. His cackling voice echoing in the hall. His hair flowed, his eyes glowing red. Looking at the screen he held his right hand open. "A declaration of war. Excellent! I can't wait to destroy you all! This is will be so much fun!" he said. Victor narrowed his eyes, "Our plans are set. One week from now we will send this world crashing down to Hell. I will see you all on the battlefield." he said. The TV screen flickered before shutting off. No one spoke before Vladimir glared hard. "They killed one of my best men. These bastards are going to pay." he said.
Integra frowned, the Round Table began discussing before the Queen spoke. "Alucard, Sir Hellsing." she said. Integra stood facing the Queen, as did Alucard. "Destroy them. You have your orders. Mr. Sokolov will you stand with us?" she asked. Vladimir nodded, "Yes we will, your Highness. The Order of the Cross does not back down when the enemy presents itself. Together, we will destroy them." he said. And with that, both Hellsing and the Order prepared to wage war with the vampire coven. A battle of untold carnage and mayhem. A war of nightmares was about to be unleashed upon the city of London.
End Chapter
There you have it. A declaration of war. Next chapter will be up soon. Keep reading as more battles are coming soon. Thanks for reading!