At the pestering of Belphegor, who was very adamant about meeting the "Crimson Fucker" himself, Xanxus contacted Integra about possibly letting them join in on one of Alucard's clean up assignments. If only to give the new Draculina a higher chance of surviving since it was doubtful Alucard would bother to back her up unless he absolutely had to.
A full week after making that call, Integra gave them a call about a case in Ireland on the Protestant/Catholic border. Since they were already in the general area, they hitched a ride with Alucard and Seras.
"Shishishi... so you're the infamous Crimson Fucker. Grandfather is a large fan of some of your work. The way you splattered that blood back during the war with those hypocrites in Germany was positively inspiring," said Belphegor.
Alucard grinned at the obvious hybrid.
"Which line are you from?"
"Ushishishi... I am one of the potential heirs of the Carpathian throne. My brother always was a pathetic excuse of a prince. His human blood ran thicker than his vampire, and we were supposed to be twins," said Belphegor.
Alucard's grinned widened.
"How is old Salazar?"
"Um... Master?" asked Seras.
"How new is she?" asked Belphegor with interest.
"He turned her the same day we met, so very. Has she even drunk blood yet?" asked Xanxus.
"No, she's being rather stubborn in that respect," said Alucard dismissively.
"You talk as if vampire royalty is a thing," said Seras, confused.
"You live in England, for Christ's sake. Is the idea of a royal line based on a vampire lineage that hard to believe?" said Xanxus. Seras flushed embarrassed.
"Does she even know about the vampire hierarchy?" asked Belphegor dubiously.
"I've been more interested in getting her to actually drink than go over specifics that we'll have centuries to deal with," said Alucard.
Seeing Xanxus was interested in hearing this, Alucard snorted.
"There's a vampire hierarchy?"
"In simple terms, yes. At the lowest of the low are the ghouls. Barely worthy of notice save for cannon fodder. Then there are the newly turned such as yourself. Vampires too new to have earned any real power and are still capable of rising in the pecking order. There's the trash vampires that you ran into in Cheddar and the two morons we killed last week. Low-level flunkies eager to make ghouls and cause all sorts of headaches simply because they're semi-strong and almost immortal. Then there's the one-trick ponies that are moderately useful, but are barely worth bothering with. That makes up the low-tier class."
"Mid-tier are the planners who can actually use their powers and do more than simply use ghouls as their main attack force. That isn't to say they won't use them, it's just they have enough brains to use more than one kind of minion. They're almost impossible for humans to kill unless they're veterans at that sort of thing and can do far more damage than the low-tier class of flunkies," said Belphegor.
"So what tier are you then?" asked Seras.
"I'm a member of the higher tier, which is where the 'vampire nobility' reside. I have enough vampire blood in me to get several perks, and very few of the weaknesses, but not enough to get the more interesting powers save for one or two. If I impress grandfather enough, I may be allowed to partake in a ritual that will increase the amount of vampire blood naturally produced. Hybrids have several advantages compared to full vampires, particularly when it comes to holy barriers," said Belphegor.
"And where would I rank?" asked Xanxus. This was rather fascinating really.
"Roughly somewhere in the middle of the high nobility tier. Both because you're Alucard's son and because your Flames are naturally inclined to gather useful allies that are loyal to you. The fact you're not afraid to drink blood helps a lot, since it means your vampire powers are going to be at almost full capacity," said Belphegor without hesitation. "As a damphir, you get several of the abilities with a very select amount of the weaknesses attributed to most vampires."
"What's a Damphir?" asked Seras.
"Half human, half vampire," said Belphegor.
The hospital was like something out of a video game. Belphegor was having a grand time dicing up vampires left and right with his wires. Alucard had taken one look at the hybrid's fighting style and made a note to introduce the teen to Walter.
Xanxus was having a good time as well, destroying the ghouls with his Wrath Flames next to an amused Alucard.
"You know that's not normal soul fire, right?"
"What?" asked Xanxus.
"That's not regular soul fire. It's hellfire-augmented Sky Flames," said Alucard.
"...That explains so damn much," said Xanxus. Like why his Flames were having so much effect on these trash.
They managed to meet up with Seras and a happy Belphegor. Seras was in a blood rage, to the amusement of the Ripper Prince. So it was a shock when holy blades came out of nowhere and skewered her.
Xanxus was about to shoot whoever threw them...when his eyes widened in absolute shock.
"Father Anderson?" he said in disbelief.
The assailant paused, pushed up his glasses and peered in the gloom.
"What in the blood soaked Protestant hell are you doing here, Xanxus Vongola? And with your wee Storm at that?" demanded Anderson.
Belphegor scowled at that comment. He was not that small anymore!
"Ran into this fucker when some fake priest turned an entire village into zombies. Belphegor recognized him from the description and insisted on joining in on one of his clean up jobs, so they agreed to let us play. What are you doing here?"
Alucard eyed the two of them with an odd expression on his face. Seras gurgled as she tried to remove the blades.
"How do you two know each other?"
"Father Anderson is the one who baptized me when Nonna took me to my first service as a Vongola, and was the one who handled most of the confessions for the Varia until I was frozen. I still say that 'honor thy father' rule quit applying when the fucker wouldn't even let me go to Nonna's funeral," said Xanxus.
Alucard stared at him for several seconds.
"You're Catholic?"
"Yeah, what of it?" demanded Xanxus.
Rather than look horrified, Alucard started laughing his ass off. Hard.
Xanxus wasn't the only one confused by this reaction, if the look on Anderson's face was anything to go by.
"What's so funny?" demanded Xanxus.
"I'll explain it to you later," said Alucard, snickering.
Belphegor was snickering as well, especially since he knew the truth about Xanxus' heritage.
A half-vampire child of Alucard in heaven. It was certain to give whatever god was in charge of that place headaches!
Xanxus eyed the way Alucard and Anderson were looking at each other.
"Fuck it. I'm not fighting Father Anderson and we might as well clean out the rest of the trash while they're playing."
"You're a good lad Xanxus. But I've already killed the vampire who caused the mess," said Anderson.
"See you on Sunday when this is over?" asked Xanxus.
Anderson's smile was a bit nicer than the one he gave Alucard.
"Of course!"
Xanxus easily slung the still bleeding Seras over his shoulder, though not before removing all the blades in her. Belphegor cheerfully followed his boss out of the building, amused at how easily he ripped off the barriers keeping the two vampires in.
Let Anderson play with Alucard without any distractions. It would be more fun for the both of them.
About fifteen minutes in to the massive fight, Integra showed up and took one look at Seras.
"What happened?"
"Father Anderson showed up and is playing with Alucard at the moment," said Xanxus blithely. "I want to know why the hell he never mentioned the Vatican plays with undead freaks when I have a castle full of bored assassins who need something to play with during the down times!"
Hell, after taking a good look at what the priest used as weapons Squalo was going to have a field day playing with the man! Why didn't anyone tell him the priest he trusted the most was a complete badass?!
"Shishishi...the Shark peasant is going to be so mad that Anderson never said anything about being a good fighter," said Belphegor.
"And I'm going to be the one who has to hear him whine!" bitched Xanxus.
Anderson flew out the window, but his grin was pretty telling. As was the cackling of Alucard heard immediately after.
"...Did your pet vampire just defenestrate Father Anderson?" asked Xanxus incredulous. Integra nodded slowly, as if in disbelief herself.
Sunday
"Why didn't you tell me the Vatican regularly deals with vampires and other bullshit?" whined Xanxus.
"Ye never asked laddie!" laughed Anderson, once Xanxus had finished confession.
Xanxus pouted.
"Squalo wants to know if you're interested in a proper fight, ever since he heard you used swords," said Xanxus.
"I'll try to clear up me schedule then, for next week," promised Anderson. "Now is there any particular reason why that fanged bastard was laughing when he found out ye were Catholic?"
"Something about how god is going to have a migraine when I finally die, if only because he'd be dealing with me," said Xanxus.
More like Alucard had laughed his ass off at the fact that if his son died with his faith intact then there was a high chance he'd go into heaven instead of joining his father in hell. Not that hell would have bothered Xanxus anyway...vampires and their children got an automatic set of perks upon entry and could leave whenever they damn well felt like it once they reached certain power levels.
Something Xanxus was very close to reaching and just needed a few years of getting used to his vampire heritage to heal over the damage done by the Zero Point Breakthrough to pull off. The fact he wouldn't be stuck in hell if he did end up there was surprisingly comforting...even if it meant he'd never be able to take the Vongola name for himself.
It also meant that if he drank from his Elements there was a very, very high chance he'd be able to keep them with him forever. Drinking blood did more than feed a vampire, it tied souls together. Odds were that his men would become very similar to the jackals that Alucard favored when he bothered to let loose.
Though it would require massive amounts of blood to insure that it happened. Alucard wasn't entirely certain if donations over a long period of time would work, since most of his 'dogs' were added from one massive influx.
On the plus side, Integra was fine with Xanxus dropping by unannounced with Belphegor...mostly because they had very limited information on hybrids and half-blood vampires since hunters had a habit of either killing them when they blew their cover or converting them. That and having Xanxus around actually made Alucard behave just a little bit more, which was the main reason.
Xanxus passed on the message to an eager Squalo, who looked pleased at the idea of possibly having a decent fight with the priest the Varia favored.
Anderson wasn't always available, but he did make a point to come if the crisis of faith was bad enough.
No way in hell was Xanxus going to tell Anderson Alucard was actually his father. He wasn't stupid, after all.
Belphegor was a little bored, but Walter had promised to show a few tricks to using his wires if he behaved while Alucard and Seras checked their new toys out.
The Prince wasn't sure what to make of the Hellsing butler. There was something off about him that said he was hiding something.
Hearing the sounds of battle above, his grin widened. Then it turned positively evil when he realized what was going on.
"Ushishishi... the prince gets to play~"
Some idiot was attacking the mansion with ghouls, which would almost certainly piss off Alucard as Integra had bribed the vampire to stay out of sight with a new TV with Netflix. If they got too loud he might get involved personally and let the Prince see a proper bloodbath.
A little known fact about hybrids...they were immune to being turned into ghouls so long as the blood ran thick enough in them. As one-quarter vampire, Belphegor could kill without restraint and not have to worry about being turned if bitten.
All it would do is piss him off and set off Prince the Ripper.
Belphegor snuck out of the room before Seras and Walter properly registered the first screams. Then again Seras had yet to drink, for some bizarre reason.
At this point Alucard was about ready to toss the Draculina to Xanxus for some real training in how to shoot, since she was still operating under human parameters. A human missed because they were weak. A vampire only missed if they wanted to miss.
It was debatable if Alucard was really trying to set up Seras with Xanxus, or he just wanted to troll the Draculina since it had only taken his son a month to get used to the slightly altered lifestyle.
Fortunately there was already a market for blood wine, though Xanxus had rarely indulged in it since he thought he could only drink the ones with his blood type. With the revelation that he was half vampire, the miserly Mist kept the cabinet well stocked. It was much easier tracking down the high quality bottles when you didn't have to worry as much about accidentally suffering blood poisoning.
Belphegor grinned at the sight of so many ghouls.
"Shishishi...time for the prince to cut loose and play!"
Knives appeared in his hand, and soon flew through the air with wires attached.
It had been far too long since he got to have real fun without having to worry about clean up after. Best of all, ghouls were much harder to kill than regular humans which meant he got to use all sorts of tricks without having to hide his heritage.