Disclaimer: This is an epilogue chapter describing and explaining the events following the defeat of Victor's army. Five years have passed since that night and the Hellsing and DMC verse have returned to normal. At least for the time being. While investigating strange occurrences Vladimir is contacted by Enrico Maxwell of the Iscariot organization to aid in their hunt for a mysterious assassin believed to be hiding out in Russia. Who is this assassin and what would stir Iscariot to enlist the aid of the Order of the Cross? Stay tuned to find out!
"Epilogue-Five years later"
"WAAAALTEEEER!" Seras shouted angrily. Turning to the aging butler she pointed at the new addition to her room. "What...the hell is this?" she said growling. In place of her bed was a coffin. On the far side was a large freezer stocked with fresh blood. All supplied by the Hellsing family. Walter nodded, "Why Ms. Victoria surely you know a coffin when you see one." he said more as a statement then a question. Seras flashed her eyes, clenching her fists. "Yes but why the hell is there a coffin in my bedroom?" she asked. Walter sighed. "Orders. Since your newly risen vampiric powers have surfaced it is time you truly solidify your ranks among the undead. Part of that is sleeping in a coffin. All orders from Sir Integra" he stated. Seras cocked her eyebrow, "What is this Nosferatu? I'm expected to sleep in this thing? Come on" she said annoyed. Walter shrugged. "Again I am merely following Sir Integra's orders. She is the leader of this group. These are her words and I quote" he said clearing his throat. Turning his back to Seras his body tensed. Turning back around he held out his right hand as if holding a cigar with his left supporting it. Cocking his head he then stated "We can't have a vampire that doesn't sleep in a coffin" he said displaying his best impression of Integra's mannerisms. Seras' jaw dropped in total astonishment. Chuckling Walter shook his head. "Please come with me Seras. Alucard and Sir Integra await for your arrival at a gathering of the round table" Walter said turning and leaving Seras flabbergasted.
It had been five years since Victor's forces have been defeated by the coalition of Hellsing and the Order of the Cross. The Children of the Fallen, once mighty and powerful have finally been silenced. The attack on London was covered up by Hellsing in conjunction with British intelligences. The media reported that a terrorist organization laid siege to the city. Exactly 50,000 people were killed and hundreds of thousands more injured in what was called the worst terrorist attack in recent years. After five long hard years London had finally been restored though to merely a quarter of her former glory.
Integra, still the leader and current heir to Hellsing was at a meeting of the Round Table. As usual she sat at the head. Flanking her were Alucard and Seras. Her newly risen powers cast a sense of fear and horror into some of the men, who flinched at her crimson eyes and bleached hair. Despite that she managed a warm smile to reassure them. Clearing her throat Integra began. "Gentlemen, it's been five years. How have things been in your midst?" she asked. Sir Penwood spoke. "Well pretty much back to normal. We had to silence rumors of returning vampires a month back. And before that we had a security leak which we took care of. Besides that everything has been fine." he said. Integra nodded, reaching into her pocket she lit a cigar. Puffing twice she blew smoke out as her eyes narrowed. "No remnants of the Children of the Fallen?"
"Absolute not." One of the men said. Straightening his tie he fixed his glasses. "Once the fighting stopped we pooled our resources into eliminating every trace of their coven. Apparently some vampires had gone into the criminal underworld in an attempt to spread their influence. We were successful in stopping them. It's over, Victor's forces are dead." he said confidently. Integra blew more smoke. The meeting continued with no new developments. They discussed the Order of the Cross briefly and of the new coalition formed with the Russian organization. They then discussed public knowledge of vampires and what the media may have leaked out. Integra raised a point that if some information had been leaked, they would be prepared to face it. Even if it meant suppressing it. The men of the conference agreed. An hour passed before Integra stood up. Alucard helped her slide into her coat before she straightened her hair. "Gentlemen. If you'll now excuse me I must depart." she said turning to leave.
"Where to?" Sir Islands asked.
Integra smirked. "Russia. Mr. Sokolov has invited me to a private meeting. Apparently the Russian officials wish to personally thanks Hellsing for assisting with their defeat of Victor's army. Good evening men" she said leaving followed by Alucard and Seras. They later met with Walter as the four journeyed to Russia to meet at the Order's headquarters.
Over in Russia...
"Yeah. Yeah. Uh huh. Uh huh. Well of course they realize that. Yeah uh huh. Alright. Take care." Vladimir said hanging up the phone. Furrowing his brow he sighed in annoyance. "This is why I hate politics." he spat in agitation. For the past couple of weeks Vladimir had been meeting with Russian officials to discuss their involvement in the war five years ago. Even after all this time they still wished to wanted to devote time and resources to suppressing public knowledge of vampires. Vladimir along with a small few, argued against it stating that by this point any leaks would be out of their hands. Several Russian politicians of course, refused to listen. His office door opened and in walked one of his servants. "Mr. Sokolov?" the man said. Vladimir looked up. "We just received word Ms. Integra Hellsing will be arriving in a few hours." he said. Vladimir nodded, smiling. "Ah good. Please let me know the minute she arrives. And arrange for her transportation here to the estate." he said. "Yes of course sir." the servant said turning to leave.
Several hours had passed before Integra, Walter, Seras and Alucard arrived at the Order's headquarters. The group was escorted inside by several of Vladimir's servants. Walking down Vladimir smiled gently. "Welcome, Sir Integra. It's been some time." he said taking her hand and gently kissing both her cheeks. Integra nodded. "How are things here Vladimir?" she asked. Frowning he sighed shaking his head. "Politics. Those numnuts still want to suppress all knowledge of vampires leaking to the public. Waste of time I say." he said. Integra chuckled as did Walter. "We're all too familiar. We've encountered similar problems." he said smirking. Vladimir and Integra began to talk. A moment passed before Mariska walked up behind Vladimir, dressed in a black dress. Smiling she waved at the group. "Ah hello Sir Integra," she said. Integra began to speak before her eyes traced down to Mariska's stomach. Smirking she chuckled. "Congratulations. How far along are you?" she asked? Mariska rubbed her stomach before smiling. "Thank you it's been about 4 months. Feels longer though. Little guys likes to kick" she said. Vladimir nodded, "We're still thinking of a name. Sir Integra if you wouldn't mind please join us outside." he said gesturing for them to head out to the grounds. Sitting in the back garden Vladimir and Integra immediately began discussing the events in the past five years. Mariska sat next to Vladimir while Walter sat beside Integra with Alucard and Seras once again flanking their master. It was well into the evening as the group drank tea while Vladimir spoke. "Every now and then we get the occasional rumor that they've returned. All turns out to be bullshit." he muttered. Mariska sighed, "Even with all the destruction they caused there's always that fear of if they can ever come back." she said. Walter narrowed his eyes, "Our sources too have come across such information. But other then that everything has pretty much returned to normal. I'm curious. What ever happened with the Orb of the Fallen?" he asked. Vladimir waved his right hand. "It's been destroyed. Took some time but the damn thing finally shattered after my wolves spent time trying to bust it to bits." he explained. Integra took a sip of tea before clearing her throat. "Vladimir tell me, how has the activity been like here? Vampire wise I mean." she said. Vladimir finished his tea before straightening his collar. "Glad you ask. When we first got back everything was crazy. Those guys really stirred up some Hell. Even though the fighting was in England the aftermath could be felt here in Russia. For the first two years we had a steady rise in vampiric activity mostly due to them fighting for power. We cracked down hard on them and everything soon slowed down." he said trailing off. Integra motioned for him to finish. "And now?" she asked.
Vladimir put on a serious face. "That what has some people spooked. We haven't had a single incident in a year and a half. I mean not a thing. No vampire raves. No break ins to blood banks. No attacks on the public. Zilch. Nothing. It's the strangest thing. For once we have no vampire activity to combat." he said. Integra pursed her lips together, "Perhaps we should trade countries" she joked. Vladimir didn't laugh. "But the thing is we have an increase in other activity. Werewolves have been popping up all over the city. As have witches, goblins, ogres, even the occasional demon. We don't understand it at all and some have even suggested it may be that Victor has returned." Vladimir stated. Alucard for the first time spoke, his voice heavy and burdening with a dark sensation which actually creeped Vladimir out. "Really. This is beginning to get interesting. What will you do then should he ever return, Vladimir?" he asked. Vladimir cocked his eyebrow. "Man his voice freaks me out. And to think Integra has control over this guy? Her bloodline is to be feared.." he said in thought before responding. Flashing a grin he shrugged. "Well I guess you can just shoot him in the face again, Alucard" he said causing the vampire to laugh. Integra and Vladimir continued talking for the next hour. Having concluded their meeting Integra and her group prepared to leave. Pausing Integra looked around. "Where is your pack? I figured they would have joined us." she asked. Vladimir and Mariska both began to laugh. Alucard turned to his right, peering into the darkness towards the deep wooded forest near the grounds. Smirking he too laughed. "They're here." he said. Seras turned in the direction her master was facing. "Oh wow, he got bigger." she said. Integra and Walter blinked in confusion. "I was waiting for you to mention it Alucard. But they've been here the whole time. Hey guys, say hello." he said snapping his fingers. A deep howl pierced the night air, a shrill sound causing Integra to flinch slightly. Turning to the direction of the sound she and Walter watched as a large group of tall muscular figures moved from the cover of the trees. Integra's eyes widened. "My God..." she said.
The wolves emerged, almost walking in complete silence despite their massive size. At the front was a massive black colored wolf with piercing amber colored eyes. To his right was a chocolate brown colored wolf. Flanking him on the left was a silver colored wolf. More and more walked out until there were about ten wolves in view. Michael, the pack alpha snorted twice before whining and panting. Vladimir chuckled. "Michael says 'Good evening Sir Integra'." Integra watched in awe. "Your...pack...has grown." she said. Mariska folded her arms. "The addition of Kathy made it seven and in the five years since the war three more joined bringing it to ten. This is the most amount of wolves our Order has ever controlled" she explained. Integra smirked. "Well it looks as you've got some competition. Better be up to the challenge, Alucard and Seras" she said taunting. Alucard chuckled, his hair flapping in the wind. "Sounds like fun to me. Honestly I had thought their kind went extinct long ago." he said. Walter cocked his head, "I said the same thing." he stated. Seras frowned, "Uh...yeah. Fun" she said not really enthusiastic. Integra watched as the wolves let out a deep rumble before retreating back into the cover of the forests. "Well it's been a pleasure. Until the next time, Vladimir." Integra said. Vladimir bowed gently. "Likewise, Sir Integra. My servants will see to it you depart comfortably. Take care." he said. Vladimir then raised his hand. "Just a second there's something I wanted to ask." he said as Integra faced him. "That guy, Dante. Who exactly was he?" he asked. Integra smirked, "Good question. He's the son of the being that saved humanity two millenia ago from the forces of darkness. The descendant of the Legendary Dark Knight, Sparda." she said as her group left leaving Vladimir flabbergasted. "Sparda? Really? No shit?" he said astonished. Mariska cocked her head, "Who's Sparda?" He turned to her. "You never heard the legend of Sparda? He was a demon warrior that saved the human race 2000 years ago from the forces of Hell. He was said to have married a human that bore him twin sons." he said watching her eyes widen. "The Son of Sparda. Interesting. I'll definitely remember that" he said.
After their departure Vladimir sat in his office writing a report on recent activity. The door opened and in walked one of his soldiers. Not looking up he said "Hey Freddy what's up?" "Got a letter for you boss" he said rather gruffly. Vladimir looked up. "Oh? What kind?" he asked taking the letter. Reading it his eyes widened. "From the Vatican bureau Section Thirteen. The Iscariot Organization. Them? What do they want with us?" he said practically shouting. Freddy shrugged. "Don't know but some dude from Iscariot requests our audience. He's coming to Russia and he'll be here in three days." he said. Vladimir sighed in disgust. "Alright. We'll entertain them. Keep me updated." he said as Freddy nodded and left.
Three days later...
"They arrange this damn meeting and wind up late? What kind of bullshit is this?" Vladimir shouted. Mariska looked at him. "Vlad honey relax. They wouldn't come all the way to Russia for some nonsense. It's only 3:00." she said calming him down. They were waiting in an art gallery for the arrival of the Iscariot group. After ten more minutes they heard foot steps and saw two men approach. One was an elderly gray haired main and the other a middle aged man with white hair and purple eyes. Removing his glasses the man smirked then spoke. "Oh it appears we are a bit late. How obnoxious of us. Please forgive our late arri-" but was cut off by Vladimir holding out his hand with an exasperated look of "Spare me" written on his face. Chuckling the man faced him and bowed lowly. "My name is Enrico Maxwell. I'm the head of the Iscariot Organization. Such an honor to meet you Mr. Vladimir Sokolov" he said. Vladimir folded his arms. "I don't care just cut to the point. What business do you have in Russia? And it better be good. I don't take too kindly to when the Vatican sends it dogs sniffing around my turf." he said. Enrico twitched his eyebrow slightly agitated. "Now now no need to be testy. We just have some information that maybe you can assist us with." he said sheepishly. Mariska glared harshly. "Please. The Iscariot organization is the Vatican's secret weapon. Specializing in assassinations and other lowly activity. You really expect us to believe you need our help?" she said. Enrico glared at her. "I don't believe anyone was speaking to you." he said sharply. Vladimir clenched his fist. "Watch it. I'm only going to ask this once more. What do you people want? You come here to my home country and ask for assistance. I know exactly the type of shady relations you have with England's Hellsing and especially the contempt for Sir Integra and her treaties. So do you really expect us to not be suspicious?" he said.
Enrico sighed deeply before swearing in fluent Italian. "Insolent swine." he spat. Vladimir's temper began to flare as he tightened his fist. He anticipated this would turn hostile. Enrico scowled hard as he pointed a finger. "You really think we're here of our choosing? I'm following direct orders from His Holiness. We're chasing down a rogue fugitive and His Holiness believes he may be hiding in your country and so I was instructed to seek your aid. But that doesn't have to be the case. I can easily circumvent the situation and just deal with you filthy creatures right here and now. So shut up and pay attention. Do not waste anymore of our time by accusing us of underhanded motives" he spat angrily. Vladimir prepared to step forward but was halted by laughter. Enrico looked past him to see an approaching figure. He was very tall and heavily muscled standing 6'6. He had black hair swept back and amber colored eyes. He wore a long black coat with a red interior. The right side of the coat had a golden snake like pattern. He wore black fingerless gloves, a black long sleeved shirt and loose fitting black pants with boots. Attached to his waist was a sword, specifically a nodachi. It had a red sheath with a black handle and a black cross guard with a long black, red and gold ribbon tied to the sheath. The laughter continued before the individual stopped. Smirking, "Don't tell me that is the Iscariot organization stirring trouble all the way here in Russia. Unbelievable. 2000 years of your bullshit and you still walk with a smug sense of superiority. My my, the world would be such a bore without idiots like you." Michael stated walking next to Vladimir. Enrico raised his eyebrows before chuckling. "Ahh you must be one of Vladimir's pet dogs. This is the first time I have ever seen a Werewolf in person. Such a pleasure to meet you, might I ask your name?" he said.
Michael shrugged, "The name is Michael. But I must be saying farewell now Mr. Maxwell." he said reaching into his coat and pulling out one of his pistols. Taking aim, the laser sight targeting Maxwell's heart. "You insult my boss and disrespect his mate and you expect to leave with your head still attached? Tch tch tch. Sorry but I'm forced to kill you, foolish little pest." he threatened. Enrico remained silent before bursting into laughter. "How terrifying! What to do when a man points a gun at you? I came prepared also so why not make this interesting?" he said snapping his fingers. Leaning back Enrico shouted at the top of his lungs "ANDERSOOOOOON!" From behind Maxwell and his attendant a very tall man began walking down the corridor towards the group. He appeared to be a Catholic priest. He had on a long gray clerical coat with a purple interior, black pants and shoes with a long cross around his neck. Father Anderson, grinning wildly reached into his coat and pulled out two blessed bayonets and jammed them into the ground. Spreading his feet he began praying and reciting various scripture. "What is required you? To serve the Lord thy God with all thy heart and all thy soul and all thy mind" he began drawing on and on. Reciting from both Old and New Testament. Anderson began walking towards the group, picking up intensity as he drew closer. Maxwell first confident became fearful at the realization of what he had just done. Turning around he froze. "Oh Christ no. Anderson! Wait, stop! Stop damn it!" he said spreading his arms. Anderson however gently brushed past him. Grinning ear to ear he approached Vladimir's group.
Michael began to chuckle, he walked past both Vladimir and Mariska whom looked on nervously. Pulling out his second hand gun he pointed it at Anderson whom raised his bayonets. Laughing wildly Michael's eyes flashed as the men prepared for combat. "HAHAHAHAHA This is spectacular! I've never fought against the Iscariot before! Come on priest show me what you got!" he said inviting the challenge. Anderson smirked, "A pet wolf begging for a fight? How befitting. You may not be a vampire but don't think you'll be lucky Lycan" he said. Vladimir widened his eyes. It was rare for Michael to lose control but when he did, it was never pretty. "Wait! Michael, stop goddamn it don't go insane!" he urged. Maxwell again pleaded with Anderson. "Stop! I'm ordering you to stop! Anderson regain your composure. Remember why we came here. Do not place your desires above the wishes of His Holiness. Again I say, stand down!" Maxwell shouted. Both Michael and Anderson remained silent before lowering their weapons. "Hmph. It appears we are in a quandry. Ah well, it would have been fun." he said placing his guns away. Anderson sheathed his blades, "Yes you have a point. Maybe one day we can finish our little fight." he said turning and walking past Maxwell who glared sharply at him. Pausing he sighed. "If you'll excuse me sir, I'm heading back to Rome now." Turning to face him Maxwell looked up. Anderson smiled, "This is such a lovely city. Please let me bring the children from the orphanage next time. They would absolutely love it" he said tenderly. Maxwell laughed nervously as his expression dropped, a large sweat drop forming on his head. "Uh...of course. Not a problem at all Anderson. I'll see you back home." he said. Anderson bowed slightly before walking away.
Michael sighed, he too turned to leave. With his back turned he apologized. "Forgive me sir." he said to Vladimir. Vladimir shook his head before exhaling sharply. "Ugh...don't sweat it. Shit happens. I'll take care of things now. Would you care to escort my wife home for me please?" he asked. Michael nodded, "Yeah sure. I need to leave anyway. We have a mission tonight that needs preparation." he said as he and as Mariska turned to leave. "Don't stay too long." she said as he nodded. Watching their retreating forms Vladimir smirked as he faced Enrico again. "Guess we both have some rather difficult subordinates. Well, care to attend to business?" he said as Maxwell frowned.
Sitting in the common area outside the museum Vladimir crossed his legs. "Alright let's just get to the point. Why has Iscariot come all the way here to Russia. And no bullshit" he said sternly. Maxwell cleared his throat before beginning to speak. "For the past two years there have been a number of deaths occurring within Rome. High profile assassinations and murders. All committed by the same perpetrator. His Holiness the Pope has ordered Iscariot to identify the killer. We haven't been successful, until now" he said snapping his fingers. His attendant then opened a brief case and set several papers and photographs on the table. Vladimir began shuffling through them. One photo displayed a man torn limb from limb with blood splattered on the floor. Another depicted a woman decapitated in a bloody heap. The third photo showed a man with several knives stabbed in his chest. Vladimir narrowed his eyes. "Ok, who were these people?" he said.
"Sinners" he said simply. Vladimir paused. Maxwell nodded. "Quite literally. They were people guilty of various manner of sin. Rape, incest, murder, theft, perjury, adultery and all manner of sexual sin. Some were wanted criminals while others ordinary citizens whom had terrible secrets that became exposed as the murders increased." he explained to Vladimir whom became deathly quiet. He motioned for Maxwell to continue. Leaning back Maxwell removed a photo from an envelope. Handing it Vladimir he grunted. "We finally caught sight of the killer." he stated. Vladimir observed the photo and did not speak for several moments.
The photo depicted what looked like a tall individual dressed in long black robes with a large hood. The killer's face was hidden behind a porcelain mask with three red stripes running horizontally on the cheeks, gold streaks resembling tears running from the eyes and a Prussian blue colored crescent on the forehead. The eyes were dark brown and showed a menacing and murderous desire. Vladimir shifted uncomfortably. There was something about the eyes that deeply unsettled him. Even encountering the Nephilim in all their horror paled in comparison to this. "Do you have a name?" he asked. Maxwell shook his head. "No we do not. But to tell you why we have come. We believe based on recent reporting he may be in Russia. Perhaps here in Moscow we aren't sure. This killer may be in your home land but his crimes stretch back to our church." Maxwell said with his tone rising in bitterness. Vladimir sighed before placing the photos down. "I have to go meet with my pack about their mission tonight. If this assassin is in fact hiding in Russia they'll find him." he said confident of Michael and the other wolves. Maxwell cocked his eyebrow before shrugging. "Whatever, do as you wish. If he is in fact hiding here then you may very well use your wolves to sniff him out. But I will say this. If anyone is killed, then it is on your conscience. Good day, Mr. Sokolov." Maxwell said rising to his feet and bowing slightly before walking off.
Vladimir too stood to his feet, watching his retreating form. Turning he narrowed his eyes. "An assassin in Russia. Michael and the others will have no problem finding him" he said.
Several hours later. At a busy and popular night club downtown...
"Mike, do you see the target?" Raul stated. Michael tapped his ear piece. "I see him. This fat son of a bitch can't be missed. Everyone in position? Sergei? Alex? Kathy? You guys set?" he asked.
The pack was on their current assignment. For the first time in over a year, vampires were on the move. Several had been seen hanging out at a local night club where they would lure beautiful women to their fate of being raped, killed and drained of blood. The owner of the club was also reported to have ties to several criminal families and syndicates, all involving vampires. From his position Mike sat on a plush couch, arms rested against the top as he kicked his feet up unto the table. Music blasted and people danced and gyrated all around him. It didn't help that the stifling smell of vodka, cigarettes and hormones sent his heightened sense of smell into overload. Sniffling he rubbed his nose. "Dude what is it with humans and their drinks? Is it really that necessary to consume so much booze in the quest for pussy? My God humans astound me sometimes." he stated into his ear piece causing laughter from the pack. "Mike you're older then all of us and you don't understand humans? That's funny as shit!" Alex cracked. He and Sergei were dancing on the top deck surrounded by scores of beautiful women. Karl stood at one of the nearest exists, clad in all black resembling a bouncer. His eyebrow twitched in agitation. "I hate tecno" he grumbled. Robert was leaning against the balcony, a drink in one hand as he chuckled. "All in the job Karl" he said tapping the ear piece. Kathy sat at the bar, arms folded. For the seventh time a guy had asked if she would like to dance or have a drink to which she flatly responded no. Most of them took it in good stride and moved on, thanking her anyway. A couple were flat out creeps, one even tried slipping a drug into a drink he purchased for her. Her Werewolf senses immediately scoped it out, which she responded with sending the pervert crashing through the wall. "How much longer? I swear I never got hit on this much when I was human." she said flatly. Michael chuckled, "You're doing pretty good though Kathy. But I'm curious about our new guys. Hey Raven, Hiro, Hanya you guys set?' he asked their newest pack members.
Across the room a woman danced on the floor amazing the crowd with her impressive skills. She had long dark purple hair and amber colored eyes. She had on a tight black evening gown and black high heels. Tossing back her hair she sighed. "Raven here and situated. I'm ready to nail this guy and leave. I'm sick of dancing." she said bored. Raul whistled, watching her from his position. "You can dance for me any time babe, I love the way those hips move" he said. Smirking Raven wiggled her hips a little as she continued dancing. "Well maybe when we get out of here you can see them move up close, big boy" she purred seductively causing Raul to howl gently. Rolling his eyes Michael tapped the ear piece again. "Hiro, you good man?" he asked. On the upper deck close to Raul a small man wearing a long black cloak like jacket crouched in a corner. He had messy black hair past his shoulders and amber colored eyes. Nodding he said "On your command boss. What about you Hanya?" he said in regard to the final pack member. Towering at 7 feet tall was a heavily muscled man with spiky wild black hair and amber eyes. He was wearing a black suit and holding a bottle of vodka. Chugging the hard liquor in a few quick gulps he set the bottle down and licked his lips. "Whoo that gave a nice buzz. Hanya here and ready to kick some ass" he said excitedly.
At that moment Michael nodded. "I see Dmitri. He's about 25 feet away from my position. Everyone move in. Any guards get in your way, kill them" he ordered as the pack moved in. Michael stood up and walked toward Dmitri whom was surrounded by several very large and muscular men. Sitting on a couch Dmitri was nursing a drink as four women caressed his body. Seeing Michael approach he looked up. "Yo pal I'm busy. Piss off and find your own broad to screw." he said flipping him off. Michael flashed a grin, "Oh I don't want your girls" he said. Dmitri paused. "Fuck you want then?" he asked. Just then Michael's body vanished in a quick blur. Reappearing he held something in his hand. A head, more specifically the severed head of one of the men guarding the portly criminal. Blood sprayed out as Michael tossed the head at Dmitri. Shouting the women jumped to their feet and ran way as Michael became surrounded by the guards whom pulled out semi-automatic machine guns. "You fucker! Kill this piece of shit and cut his balls of then send them to his mother!" Dmitri roared as crowds of people began screaming and shouting trying to avoid the coming melee.
Shot fired as three of the men crashed to the floor in bloody heaps before bursting to dust. Karl held out his trademark shot gun. "For vampires they operate very sloppy." he said pumping his gun twice before shooting two more that charged him. Sergei and Alex stopped dancing. "FINALLY SOME ACTION!" Alex roared tossing off his jacket as he pulled out twin pistols. Sergei pulled out twin RC-P90's, the two brothers standing back to back. "Cause I gotta tell ya" they began in unison. "Dancing with these bitches was starting to really bore the fuck outta me! Come and get it fuck face!" they shouted as more armed vampires spread from the dance crowd. Kathy sipped from a glass, only consuming water. A man crept next to her, his eyes flashing blood red as he leaned in to grope her. Gun fire halted his steps before blood burst from his mouth and chest. Holding her revolver, the Red Empress in one hand Kathy finished her drink before turning to face him. "Didn't you know that's no way to treat a lady?" she said as her eyes flashed. Pressing the trigger the man's body was riddled with bullet holes as he cried out and turned to dust.
Hiro sat on top a stool, or more accurately balanced on one. In his right hand he held a straight edged katana or more specifically a ninjato. Surrounding him were the mangled corpses and severed body parts of several vampires that attacked him. Sighing he tapped his ear piece. "Boss, permission to fight?" he asked as Michael pulled out his dual Desert Eagles. Cocking his eyebrow Michael shrugged and fired at two vampires. "Dude just go ahead, I gave the ok." he said as he shot a vampire in the head. Dmitri cowered in the corner, "Who..who the fuck are these guys? Where did they come from?" he said.
Raven finished dancing, pulling out a hand gun from a leg strap. Firing she hit three vampires in the heart. Smiling she blew away the smoke as she continued firing. Hanya took to a more brutal approach by slicing and tearing vampires with his claws. "The feeling of blood between my fingers is always so exhilarating. It's been far too long since we've had a good vampire hunt!" he said using his claws to rip through a vampire and tear the heart out. Michael stood in front of Dmitri, having killed all his guards.
"Are you a vampire?" he asked. Michael shook his head.
"A demon?" Again, no.
"THEN WHAT?" he shouted. Michael pressed the gun to his forehead, flashing a cold grin. "Your death" he said pressing the trigger.
Meanwhile across the world in America...
"Dante honestly why must you be so stubborn?" Lady asked exasperated. Dante didn't look at her. Focusing on his meal of pizza. Chomping down on a slice he shrugged. "Blame my father." he said in referring to his inherited willful and rebellious tendency. Lady sighed, disgusted. "Look it's very simple. You owe me big time. Especially for what we did over in England. All I'm saying is loan me 5,000 bucks. Once I've settled this little debt I can pay back with interest I might add." she said. Dante finished his slice then reached for another. Lady slapped his hand away causing him to glare hard. Again he reached for a slice only to have his hand slapped away. He tried in vain for a third and fourth attempt. Growling he sighed. "Fine whatever but don't pull any bullshit. That includes bogus jobs or jobs YOU wouldn't do ok? I'm just barely paying off my debt as it is. Now can I have my pizza please?" Lady smiled, "Sure thing." she said allowing him to reach for his next slice. Trish walked in five minutes later. Removing her sun glasses she shook her head. "I swear you'd think that after five years there'd be something more then small fry to hunt" she said walking over and helping herself to a slice of pizza. Dante shrugged, chewing noisily before swallowing. "Eh something will show up no doubt." he said. Trish turned to him, taking a seat on his desk. "Have you heard from Hellsing and Integra?" she asked.
Dante narrowed his eyes. "Got a call from them yesterday. Say everything returned to normal there. No funny stuff brewing or anything. That was it." he said. Trish leaned back. "Hhhm. Well back to the usual for us." she said looking around the office. Cringing she said "Jeez Dante why don't you clean up?" causing Dante to flash her an annoyed look. Just then the door to the shop opened and in walked the pizza delivery guy. A young man of about 22 with brown hair and his delivery cap on backwards. "Delivery. Extra large pie with pepperoni, sausage, mushrooms, extra cheese, olives, peppers and fresh garlic" he said. Dante frowned, "Didn't order that. And besides I hate olives" he said sourly. The delivery guy shrugged nervously. "Well I was sent to this address. It's already been paid for and they told me to bring it here. Came with a note." he said walking over and setting it down. Sighing Dante reached into his pocket. Flipping out a couple of bills he handed it to the guy. "Here's a nice tip. Get yourself something good kid." he said. Counting the tip the delivery guy smiled. "Wow thanks dude!" he said excitedly as he turned and left. Dante picked up the note attached. Reading it he paused. Growing eerily quiet his eyes widened a little. Lady and Trish looked on in curiosity. "What?" they asked. Dante lowered the note gently. "No way" he said.
Just then the phone rang. Picking it up Dante answered. "Devil May Cry" he said.
"Hope you don't mind olives." a voice said. Dante gasped, he recognized the voice. Young, brash and reckless. Only one person.
"Nero" he said astonished causing Lady and Trish to gasp. Dante then laughed loudly. Shaking his head he chuckled. "You're a long way from home kid. I take it you didn't come from Fortuna just to treat me to pizza." he said. Nero laughed from the other line. "Nah I was on a mission. Figured you might like a tasty treat. Hope you don't mind me crashing in on your hunting grounds." he said.
"Nope not at all. So tell me what kind of mission?" he said. Nero smirked. "Chasing some high profile case. Rumors circulating about demons opening a path to Hell. Supposed to be summoning something big. Anyway I'm actually in the middle of killing a few of the suckers. I'll be in touch. Later, Dante" he said and hung up. Dante remained quite before smirking. "Yeah you bet kid." he said.
Across the city a young man stood at a pay phone. He had white hair and wore a blue and red long coat with blue pants and brown boots. Attached to his back was a large ornately designed sword resembling a German hunting knife. His right arm was bandaged and tied heavily with white tape. Smirking, Nero turned around. The corpses of numerous demons littered the street. More appeared, grotesque figures as they snarled and bounded to him. With his left hand he gripped the handle of his sword, the Red Queen. Revving the handle Nero invited the challenge. "I always did like a good fight. Hope you bastards enjoyed your stay here. Cause I'm sending you a one way ticket back to Hell!" he shouted charging forward.
End Chapter
It's official, I am going to do a sequel to this folks. Hope you enjoyed this epilogue as I did writing it. You can expect the sequel to Hellsing: The Dark Wars sometime in the near future. I have various stuff going on in my life and when I get the time I will commit to it. Also I am interested in doing another fan fiction. Perhaps Naruto or Bleach. Possibly even a regular Hellsing or Devil May Cry story. Ultimately, you won't see a sequel to this for some time so I hope you thoroughly enjoyed this. Expect big big things to happen in the next story. Yes, Nero will be included in the character line up as well as Anderson and the newest members of the wolf pack. More bad guys, more blood and chaos, new allies, bigger and grander battles, an insidious plot to subject the human race and a mysterious assassin later turning to be an anti-hero all in one story. It will be truly epic people. Thanks for reading as you have made my first serious attempt at fan fiction quite the experience. Feel free to send any mail, fan or hate to . I am always open to suggestions, ideas, critique or ranting so don't be a stranger. Thanks again for reading!