I know technically Millennium were the losers, but since it was a three-way fight (Hellsing, Iscariot, Millennium) and Iscariot are the only enemies still alive…I did them instead of anyone from Millennium.
Prompt: In the end...
Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing stared at the figure of her lost vampire as he reclined at his ease against the wall, chuckling.
Thirty years.
Thirty years had passed and now she was old, decrepit, and battered.
Back then, she had been young and strong and flexible, a shining blade drawn from its sheath.
Now that same blade had been nicked and scored, hewn and plied, until she was a mere dagger, to be used when victory could be by no other means achieved.
Thirty years and he hadn't changed a bit.
"It doesn't matter to me."
Well, it mattered to her.
Thirty years since the war…
She had rebuilt Hellsing from practically the ground up.
She had done it alone, all alone, no Walter to serve and no Alucard to protect.
Seras had been her one true companion down through the ages.
She had matured greatly, but she was still an ignorant twat sometimes, especially when she was trying to be clever or imitate her master.
The flow of blood stopped.
Thirty years…nothing had changed.
Prompt: Winner.
London was in ashes.
Integra stared down at the ruined remains of her city, and gritted her teeth.
This is what it means to win? To have my city smashed to atoms and the undead crawling over every brick and stone?
She shook her head irritably as Seras set her down on the shattered roof of one of the few standing skyscrapers.
She fished in her pocket for a cigar, pulling it out and lighting it as her only remaining servant scowled down at the shambling ghouls and bloodied corpses.
"Search and Destroy."
She was off in a flash, and Integra blew out a long stream of smoke.
That, after all, was all Hellsing was good for.
Searching for the enemy and Destroying them upon sight.
They were the trashmen of the British Empire.
And Integra would do her duty to the fullest extent, as she had always done through this mockery of war that the insane Major had stirred up.
She would be the clean-up to the war from Hell, as the victor.
Iscariot was shattered.
Millennium was ashes and bloodstains on the street.
She smirked cruelly as she let another stream of smoke escape her mouth.
Victory felt amazingly like defeat, as she looked out over the burning remains of her beloved city.
Prompt: Loser.
Heinkel awoke with a scream, arching and clawing at the medical tubes and needles on her chest as medics rushed to restrain her.
"Fhat basard! Fhat hucking futler!"
She howled wordlessly, slumping as they managed to pin her to the bed and start injecting sedatives into her twitching body.
She opened her eyes some time later, and she did not awake with the fierce thrashing and incoherent howls, although her mouth still burned and she could taste blood and cotton against her tongue.
"Sister Heinkel?"
She managed to look up, seeing a man she had never seen before.
He had a scar going across his face and his smile was pleasant, if a little forced.
"Who ha hell are you?"
His smile grew even more bland.
"I suppose you could say I am the replacement for Father Maxwell."
Her glare faltered, and she managed to swallow, though that hurt her mouth even more.
"How…how many are gone?"
He shook his head sadly.
"Iscariot is all but decimated, and will be so for more than likely a hundred years. Father Anderson, Father Maxwell, Sister Yumie, and over three quarters of our forces were lost to the flames of that hellish battle."
Her fist tensed on the sheet.
"And Hellsing…wha about hem?"
He nodded a few times as his smile slipped a bit.
"Sir Hellsing survived with only the loss of an eye, and so did the younger of her dammed pets."
Heinkel howled with wordlessly rage and deep agony, and he nodded a few times, shutting the door behind him as he left her to grieve and stew in her anger.
Yumie…Father…and Maxwell too…
"WHY!"
Tears and blood coursed down her face, her mouth stinging and burning as blood dripped over her chin from the force of her screams.
"WHY DID I HAVE TO LIVE!"