"Think of your Church, O lord. Free it from all evil and make it perfect in your love. Make your people holy, and lead them into the kingdom you have prepared for them. For yours is the power and the glory for all eternity." The midian that had chased after Millennium back in London sat in one of the pews inside St. Peter's Basilica, his head bowed in prayer. He looked up as he saw the familiar figure of Enrico Maxwell appear from the confessional on the other side of the room.
The midian rose from the pew and walked over toward the director of Iscariot, falling in step beside him.
"You've got a lot of gall coming here Mr. O'Rourke," Maxwell stated plainly as he walked beside the nine foot tall midian. "You know Iscariot Organization has purged its ranks of all affiliation with demons of your kind. You should know better Thomas Joseph O'Rourke."
The midian winced at Maxwell's use of his original full name. "Thomas O'Rourke is dead," The midian said defiantly, "My name is Fumasu Mazama. Remember that Enrico Maxwell."
"You insolent-" Maxwell snarled but a dark look from Fumasu silenced him.
"I'm not in the mood for argument boy, nor is my alter ego," Fumasu stated coldly as he loomed over Maxwell with an air of menace, "I have urgent news regarding your rival in England."
"Hellsing?" the Irish accented voice of Paladin Alexander Anderson inquired as he stepped out from the shadows behind Fumasu, "Whit kind o' information do ye 'ave fer us?"
"It seems that a female member of Hellsing was taken hostage by the Nazi group know as Millennium," Fumasu stated, and then continued, "They seem to be holed up in Germany at Sin Castle."
"Sin Castle? Is that some fancy whorehouse?" Maxwell asked, amused with his own humor.
Fumasu gave him a chilling glare. "It's a castle you buffoon. The castle that contains a very powerful demon that is imprisoned there. It must not be allowed to escape the castle, or we're going to experience an early Armageddon. I was there once when I was captured by a sorcerer, who decided it would be great fun to use my blood in four homunculi he was creating. Long story short, sorcerer's dead, but the homunculi are still there. And I think the homunculi are trying to resurrect the demon in that castle."
"I need to get to Germany fast," Fumasu stated bluntly, "I'll need some transportation to get to the castle."
"And you expect the Vatican to provide you with that transportation?" Maxwell asked in disbelief, "You're-"
"An' tae Vatican will provide it," Anderson stated, giving Maxwell a cold look. The director of Iscariot muttered something about helping heathens and reluctantly nodded in agreement.
"I suppose your coming as well Anderson?" Fumasu asked as he tilted his head toward the Paladin, "As I recall you always had a desire for monster hunts."
"O' course," Anderson replied, and his glasses gleamed white in the candlelight above them.
"Glad to hear it," Fumasu said coolly as his head became covered in shadows again. He turned and walked into the shadows before vanishing entirely. "Have Enrico forward this information to Hellsing. I'm sure they'll want to know what has happened to their personnel."
"Aye," Anderson nodded. 'Hopefully they'll send Alucard to the castle and I can kill him this time.'