Diana and I cleared up the mess that Faust left, that being the Amazons turned garden statues. For obvious reasons I kept my thoughts to myself as we freed the women.

When the sun rose upon Paradise Island, Queen Hippolyta embraced her daughter as a mother would, before she donned her Queenly mask and attempted to chide the young Amazonian for my presence.

Athena a hundred percent timed her entrance to be dramatic, typical godly-shenanigans. The queen couldn't exactly fault Diana any longer. Athena was one of their patron goddess, and royalty she may be, they answered to the likes of Athena, so questioning why she not only allowed me to access their sacred island but she even brought me here, was a no go as long as I didn't push my luck.

Thus why I didn't rock the boat and I bade the goddess a thanks and a good day and tried to high-tail it out of there. Though I wasn't fast enough as Athena threw me part of the runic key and asked for me to hide it.

At least she was smart enough to not try and destroy the key, runic keys and the door they're connected to are risky business so to speak, especially when said door was linked to a portal, destroying the key could risk destroying part of Themyscira in a magical backlash, at worst.

Hence why I'm here.

I was hoping I could've flagged the man down without being caught by her. Yet I was hardly considered a lucky person… though thinking about it, my bad luck was dealing with a horny demon, so I probably shouldn't be complaining all too much.

The man smirked as he watched me stare blankly at him, he took a sip of his drink and the corners of his lips quirk, as the woman on my lap ran her tongue down the side of my face.

'If I don't acknowledge her, I don't need to communicate with her.'

Lucifer let out a hearty chuckle as he watch Maze slip her hand into the waist of my jeans.

"Alright!" I rocked my hips hoping that I'd shake her off, instead all it did was allow me to feel the skin tight leather rear of hers grind against my groin, "Hey Maze, good to see you." I said with blandly in response to her smirk.

"Oh, I've not been so great." Mazikeen voice was breathy she mouth was hovering over my ear, "I just have this itch that I can't seem to scratch. Maybe you can help me with it."

"Well I'll leave you two be." Lucifer got up and headed towards the lift leading down to his club, not before placing the runic key part into his safe, "I've got a detective to shag."

"He means attempt and fail." Maze couldn't help but call out the supremely powerful being.

I let out a chuckle at the thought of Lucifer striking out, the man is smooth as F, and the odd occasion I had dealings with the man, the former ruler of hell had taken me on a weekend long benders where I've seen him screw anything with a pulse.

"Well I should…"

Maze was watching me with a wry smile on her painted lips, her face a few inches away from mine, a hand intertwined into the long fringe of mine, pushing the hair away from forehead.

"Do you want to know another thing that's better about being a demon than a devil?"

"I'm sure you're about to-"

"The innate desires, repression," An arm slipped back to cup back my lower back, while the other hand caressed my quickly hardening member, "and even how backed up someone is."

"I'm not…" I withheld a shudder as her hand had somehow slip down underneath my form fitted underwear, grazing against the pulsing appendage, "Are you going to let me get a word in edgewise?" I growled.

"You can do better things with your mouth than talk." She said evenly.

"Just get naked."

She scrambled to her feet, allowing me to get off the sofa.

Discarding our clothes, the sounds of fabric being torn was problems for later. Taking in the sight of Maze like this was something I never got sick off.

She jumped at me and fell back on the sofa in a mess tangled limbs, after a few minutes of heavy petting and trusting, Maze on her back pushed me up for a moment and grabbed the hand that was gripping her fleshy breast, and brought it up to her neck to clapse.

Suddenly half of her face decomposed, the feeling of her inner walls clinched tight around my cock, so much so, that I reflexly clamped my hand, the hand wrapped around her neck.

While Maze's lower half was pinned against the sofa by cock in her tight cunt, her torso arched up and she threw her head back with a throaty moan escaping her.

"And you said I was the backed up one."

Maze's demonic face glared at me a lustful fury, "Shut up and hurt me." She ordered. The pseudo anger morphed away off her face she smirked at an orange glowed appeared at my back.

Noticing the fire risk, I lashed my arm out to the side, and I lurched the backrest of the sofa across the room, "I'll replace it."

"I don't care." She growled, as her arm twirled around behind me and wrapped one of my fiery wings around it.

With a sudden yank I let out a withheld hiss of pain at the sensation, this was something not entirely new between Maze and I.

Overloading our senses as we tasted each others bodies was something of a palette cleanser for us of sorts, if we, well fucked humans like this we'd probably kill them. Not holding back as fucked roughly, indulging on our darker urges.

I knew wasn't entirely healthy. It was something I tended to avoid relishing and then when I eventually cave, well my hatred for my caution amplified, because damn it, this stupid sexy demon ceased any and all rational thoughts I have.

Change of POV

Her breath was visible as she shuffled off the bus, her legs ached even after the several hour ride, perhaps she should've slept on the stuffy rolling box but she didn't want to risk it. Everything ached, she was tempted to find somewhere to rest up, before she continued her mission? Hunt? No that wasn't the right word, she supposed search was the only apt way to describe her current means.

Mother simply said she'd need to find the end of this magical tracking fob. It was her dying words to her…

The fob was etched onto a picture. it showed her mother, however she seemed younger than she's ever seen her mother, perhaps before she was born, and a man. Her mother had an arm wrapped around the waist of the man while the other hand was out of the picture as she was holding the camera that took the picture. Her mother was smiling brightly as the man had an small smile on his face.

She blinked away the tears, there was a time and place for everything, mother would say with a crooked grin as if she was quoting something or someone.

And now wasn't the time to sit and mourn her.

Not when she was being hunted, hunted by the freaky guy in a priest outfit.

And if she didn't have to worry about the priest, she'd have worry about men, some even older than her mother thinking about her like that...

Her mother explained sex to her, how partners could express their feelings physically, and she also explained some people would warp the act with their perversions. Being an empath sucked, but even if its saved her life more than once now, she could hate the ability.

Sensing other peoples emotions was terrible, feeling their anger, hate, perverted desires, be it lust for carnal activities or blood, something she learned was a thing from the Priest. Even the people of Azarath were not beyond such negative emotions. Mother tried to teach her how to refine it but she had many more worrying abilities that took priority in learning finer control.

Yet it all fell apart, just when she was getting a hang of her cursed magic, He came for her. The thing that claimed to be her father, mother never labelled him as such.

When she was younger, she did ask about her father, the older Roth woman just looked away longingly. And it wasn't until her sire was besieging Azarath that her mother answered her life long question, she was a half-demon, born of rape, a cursed thing… yet her entire life, sure there were times where mother was annoyed or frustrated but there was never a day where she looked at her mother and felt unloved.

Once again she fought off the urge to shed tears, she was nearly done, the tracking spell was indicating that she was nearing the resting point of the secondary fob.

She was standing outside of a wood cabin, it was a lovely place, bathed in moon and starlight, surrounded by trees, and overlooking a body of water. It was far enough to not be bothered by people but not too far away from life, if she had to guess that was probably the main reason why whoever she was searching for chose it.

"Now what?"

Her blood ran cold. Even before she heard him respond. She felt him appear, she felt the priest's desire to kill her.

"Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and for thy possession, the ends of the earth. Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron. Thou shalt dash them in pieces, like a potters vessel. Be wise now therefore, ye kings. Be admonished, ye judges of the earth. Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the son lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, though His wrath be kindled but a little."

The silver haired priest with a deranged smile stalked her, her legs were so tired, even as she rushed towards the door, fleeing to her safety they screamed at her. She slammed her fists repeatedly against the age wooden door, her voice pleaded and begged for the safety her mother promised, but there was no indication of life in the cabin, except for a faint silver light that moved away from the door.

And with that she tearfully closed her eyes, all the strength she mustered after her mothers murder leaving her alongside her hope, and waited for the deranged priest to kill her with the odd looking knives.

And she waited, and waited.

Till all she felt was a hint of annoyance. Annoyance not directed at her and not coming from the priest.

She opened her eyes and blinked away the tears to see a blade hovering near her head, ready to kill her, but a hand was holding it back by the flat of the blade.

"Ro-" Before the priest could finish whatever he was going to say, the man, my saviour back handed the priest, with a vicious sounding noise escaping from the impact, the priest was lurched far back and away from us.

The priest was dead, and I didn't know how to feel about that. The man was hunting me for the last few weeks, and every time I escaped him it was pretty much down to luck, but did I want him dead?

"Hi Rachel." The man from the picture said softly, as he reached forward and his large hand combed the front of my hair, it was a soft action, it was nice and comforting.

The man he felt like a blazing fire, yet I didn't want to shy away from it. As he looked at me, I could pick up a sense of grief, "Angela, she…" The man let out a sigh, "Rachel why don-"

"No!" A blade stuck out from his chest. I watched as the man looked down at the deadly injury, and was quickly confused as he let out a sigh, the annoyance he felt at the wound was something that made no sense whatsoever.

The man lashed out a elbow and a pained thud escaped the still alive priest.

"Hun' why don't you head on inside, while I deal with our friend over here?" He gave me his entire attention, not paying any mind to the priest, "Oh, help yourself to any snacks, though don't gorge yourself, I'll make you a proper meal." The man waved a hand at the door and the sound of lock snapping could be heard.

I glanced at the door before turning back to the man as he once again threw back the priest, "Are you sure? I-I could…"

The man gave me a kind smile. Just who is he, and what connection did he have with mother? Why would he want to protect me? Why would mother trust him so much that with her dying breath she'd send her out to find him?

"Head on in Rachel, you're safe now."

I almost believed him.

Rowan's POV

"Anderson," I greeted the man.

"Clarent." He nodded back, as he wiped the bloodied bayonet across the chest of his priest garb.

I stared at the Agent of Iscariot and I felt nothing but annoyance, Anderson was a zealot and a good man for the most part, dealing with him was easy, just brute force him, overwhelm his healing factor, break his bones, tear of his limbs, burn him to ashes. Alucard played cat and mouse with Anderson because the man in front of me was human albeit altered, my former teacher's desire to die by human hands was something hard press to find. And that was all the reason why Alcuard playing a level field with the priest.

Me, I may hold a slight respect for the human, but when I was an agent of Hellsing the mission came first, and I held little back against my foes.

"I'll cut to the chase Anderson, Rachel Roth is under my protection."

Anderson clicked his teeth, his gloved hands gripped the handles of his bayonets tightly, that I could hear the sound of leather being crushed, "The spawn of Trigon needs to be slain. We cannot risk her ilk being on this earth, the jeopardy is non-negotiable. Hellsing even as foolish as to trust non-humans like you and Him." He spat out with fury, "Would not risk-"

"Rachel Roth is under my protection," I repeated cutting him off, "from the eve of her birth, I promised her mother I would protect her if this day came."

"I do not care what you promised a Babylon, Clarent."

My respect for him dove right there, "You judge someone who at the time was a young girl for being raped. Well done Anderson, you've proven Alucard right."

He gritted his teeth but he didn't move forward to attack, he knew better than to attack me when my focus was solely on him.

"And I will repeat myself once more. Rachel Roth is under my protection, not as an agent of Hellsing," His eyes widened as I pulled this accursed blade out of the dedicated slip space inventory rune I etched onto my wrist. My face scrunched up and I let out a pained hiss, the holy element of the Clarent blade hurt even as I just simply held my family's blade by the handle.

"but as Rowan Clarent." The ornate blade scraped against the snowy ground beneath my feet, as I swung low and pointed it at Anderson, "I will rip the beating hearts of any who dares to harm that girl."

Anderson relaxed, even as I kept the holy blade up and primed, he understood exactly what the threat meant, and who it was aimed at.

My casual hook ups with Maze withstanding, demons and devils did not get along, its funny thinking about it from an outside prospect like mine, the devils had a common foe that laid within their domain and that was enough for the devils to get along better. I couldn't say how much that 'peace' went to an extent for either side, seeing how my trips to hell were either to visit my half-brothers and sister on occasions, and formerly dealing with threats to Hellsing, but it was common knowledge that the races that resided in hell had plenty of bad blood, there was no civil war between the different houses of devils, no peerages either.

Yet the biggest taboo was holy weapons and relics, neither side played with such weapons, perhaps it was because it caused literal pain to them, but the main issue was because they saw humans as nothing but cattle to be used as they saw fit, and such weapons levelled the field. Holy weapons were for humans and angels, to use the weapons of their food and foe alike was 'beneath' them supposedly.

A blade like Clarent however, the ceremonial sword of peace that Arthur inherited from Uther, Clarent was stolen and later used by Mordred to deliver the fatal blow to Arthur.

It was a cursed thing for both humanity and the denizens of hell.

Fitting really, not just for me, but the line of Mordred, a man borne of rape and incest, a man who killed his father. Astrid once said to me, we were accursed as the blade itself. Yet Mordred's story lived on with each generation. The lesson was taught at a young age.

"Very well. But know this," Anderson said as he turned to treeline, "When the dust settles and one of two spawns of hell is feeble, I will be there to finish them."

I let out a loud snort, "If you desire to die to my blade so badly, just stick around Anderson."

He let out a booming laugh, it only died down as he disappeared in the darkened forest.

When I confirmed I was alone, I slipped the sword back into the rune storage. The inner turmoil it caused was healing slower than my wounds healed normally.

Heading back to my home, I let out a deep sigh of relief, it was a close call for Rachel, the wards of my home would've prevented her from entering, and Anderson would've killed the girl with little struggle, I knew the girls potential was outstanding in terms of combat magic, but as of right now a priest of Anderson's level could curb stomp experienced demons let alone a girl of ten.

The lights were off, thankfully I could make the outline glow of silver huddled on my sofa, I walked over the two beings looked up as I approached. Rachel loosed her grip on my familiar, "Hey Ori, were you making sure that Rachel was well protected?"

The silver glowing spirit hopped up on my arm and chirped happily as the little guy repeatedly pointed back and fourth between Rachel and I.

Rachel looked at my familiar with a watery smile, "I've never seen a creature like him before."

"Most people haven't," I said easily, "Ori is unique even in the familiar plains," I shook my head and let out a deep breath, my fingers once again combed through her hair, for a moment she froze at the touch, but as if a floodgate opening, the unshed tears burst and she buried her face into my chest, her body shook as she sobbed.

Ori chirped sadly as my hands soothed Rachel's back, "Oh babygirl…" What could I say to a girl whose entire life was turned upside down? To what extent did she know her parentage? The sheer cunt that is her father.

What hardships did she have to face getting here to me? Truma forced kids like Rachel to grow up way too quickly.

Fuck me, I should've done more, for both Angela and Rachel. Oh Angela, I'm sorry. I promise you that your daughter will be protected for as long as I live.

A/N - Published 2023/10/13

Yo, thanks for all the support.

So I figured that the systems in hell would be different considering the mash up of the different universes. I'll probably get to it eventually, but essentially, Sirzechs and the other Satans aren't the rulers of hell, so no Evil Pieces at all considering Ajuka created them during the 16th century to bolster their numbers.