Disclaimer: Alright so I wanted to clear something up first. I've gotten a few emails and messages asking if I will include Vergil or Millennium in the story. Sorry if I dissappoint anyone but they will not. I love both Vergil and all the Millennium characters. However even though this is fanfiction I do plan to stay somewhat close to the main continuity, for both Hellsing and DMC. Now, after I finish this story and if I decide to do another Hellsing story or DMC or Hellsing/DMC crossover again...then perhaps.
Anyway here is the next chapter. Mayor Stewart has been kidnapped by members of LOD. She is held hostage to be used as leverage in part of their plot. Will they kill her?
Alucard and Seras go on another hunt where they encounter powerful vampires the likes of which have never been seen. Who are these vampires and what has given them such tremendous power that even Alucard may struggle?
Across the sea, Dante and Trish track a lead on who is ordering and moving about the devils in the city. In doing so they come under attack and Dante is forced into combat. At the same time, Nero finishes his hunt but gets ambushed by two strangers wielding formidable powers. Nero is caught in an epic battle as these strangers explain their goal.
The wolf pack returns to Vladimir just as he finishes assembling his task force. They report on their battle in Borodino and what the vampires were doing there. Powerful forces lurk in the dark and enemies are mobolizing to a sinister goal. Can the wolf pack protect their home?
Lastly, the assassin finds his latest target culminating in a violent encounter where heads will roll.
Hope you're getting excited. As a heads up, I'm setting the stage for an EPIC battle between many key players here. Enjoy!
Hellsing and Devil May Cry are owned and copyrighted by Kouta Hirano and Capcom respectively. I do not own these works so please don't sue me.
Chapter Four- Shoot to Kill
Mayor Stewart opened her eyes slowly. She struggled to focus her vision as it gradually became clear. Blinking rapidly she went to move but found she couldn't. Lifting her head she felt a brief wave of dizziness crash over her. She lay on a cold metal table. Completely naked, her hands and wrists were bound behind her and her legs as well tied to the table. She had a black bandana tied over he mouth. Whimpering, she shook her restraints to no avail.
"Finally she's awake. About time" said the voice of a man walking up to her table. He was the same one from her apartment. Pulling back his hood he revealed his full visage. He had short dark gray hair, electric blue eyes and a cross shaped scar over his nose. Frowning he walked up to Mayor Stewart and removed the tie covering her mouth. "Sorry about before. Victoria likes to get all touchy feely when she can. A bad habit she carries around" he explained.
Mayor Stewart shook, beads of sweat trickling down. "Whe...where am I?" she asked. "Somewhere safe, for now at least. Until the powers that be tell me what to do with you" he said. She didn't reply, staring at him. Her expression showing great fear. Stammering, she then said "Are you going to rape me?" she asked causing him to laugh out loud. "What? Oh GOD no! Nothing like that. Not my style" he said shaking his head.
"Then why did you kidnap me? Why am I being held prisoner?" she asked practically shouting. He sighed, "We have big plans. To accomplish them we'll need certain sacrifices. Let's just say you have a role to play"
He stood and moved back a pace. "Tch. Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself" he said lowering his left arm in front and bowing lowly. "My name is Tristan. A pleasure to make your acquaintace Mayor Stewart" he said introducing himself. At that moment, Victoria entered the room. Mayor Stewart looked at her approaching form, finally getting a good look at her.
She had long silvery blonde hair flowing down her back. She had bright red eyes and light colored skin. She was wearing a strapless red top, tight fitting black pants and knee length black boots. With a toss of her hair she smirked. "Getting to know our prisoner?" Victoria asked.
Tristan rolled his eyes. "So what of it? We can't kill her yet so why not? Better then what you have in mind. God only knows what horrid things you have planned for her" he said watching Victoria walk towards the table. "Whatever. All the trouble of getting her here and I can't enjoy it. Such a waste" she said with a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"Bastards. You bastards killed my Martin. My sweet husband. I will make you pay for this. I swear you will pay for what you have done" Mayor Stewart threatened as she thrashed on the table. Victora reached and grabbed her by the throat. An icy steel like grip causing the Mayor to gasp. Leaning in, inches from her face she spoke in cold menacing tone. "Listen cunt. Don't get cute with me. The only reason you're still breathing is because we've got orders. If it were up to me I would have cut off those big ole tits of yours and fed them to our Ghouls" she said reaching and feeling the Mayor's large chest.
"You belong to us. So you'd best get with the program. It just may help you live longer" she said leaning in closer. She then licked the Mayor across her cheek. "Mmm, you taste good. Now be a good little girl and shut up" she said removing her vice like grip. Tristan sighed, he was about to speak when a voice interrupted.
"Victoria, Tristan. Please treat our prisoner with more respect" said a commanding voice. Both turned to the source. Victoria stood up straight, frowning. "Why are you here?"
Tristan scoffed. "Yeah yeah. Look we got the bitch strapped up. What's next?" he asked. The man in question, wearing a black hooded cloak and steel gray mask with slitted eye holes jerked his head. "Move the next wave of vampires. I believe Central Park will suffice. It shall serve as the perfect site to call it forth" he instructed. Tristan nodded and walked past him, exiting the room. "I want you to help with me a project, Victoria" the hooded figure said moving to her.
Cocking her hips, she stuck out her chest a little and pursed her lips. "Mmmm what kind of project? Will there be some men involved?" she asked. He chuckled, "Perhaps. Go and get the camcorder. We have a tape to make" he said. Victoria nodded, turning back to the Mayor who looked disgusted, she licked her lips seductively and said "I'll see you later sweet cakes". Victoria then walked out the room.
The man in the cloak and mask moved to the Mayor. He took a hand and gently stroked her cheek as she flinched. "Who are you people? What are you planning?" she whimpered. From behind his mask, the man's green colored eyes narrowed. "I am building a new world. And to do that, I require sacrifices. Take it in good faith. Your death shall lead to peace" he said
In Russia...
"Man I hate politics" Vladimir said. He and Mariska were in their bedroom. She was brushing her hair on the other side while he was sitting on the bed tying his shoes. She chuckled, setting the brush down. "That's the fifth time you said that. I get it. Sorry honey but it's part of the job" she said turning to face him.
He stood to full height, wearing dark blue pants and a tucked in long sleeved white button down. Walking to his closet he pulled out his jacket and tie. He went and stood in front of his mirror, fixing his tie. "I know. I just hate how incompotent some of these numnuts are. They want me to form a task force, find an assassin and stop the vampires. I can handle that, it's just they don't fully trust in my ability" he said finishing with his tie.
Mariska stood and walked over, grabbing his jacket and helping him place it on. Once finished she held him gently by his shoulders, admiring his form in the mirror. "You look so handsome" she complimented. Smiling he said, "Thank you. But my being handsome isn't going to help me catch this guy. I just hope I can get it done" he said sighing. Mariska kissed him lightly on his face. "I love you Vladimir, and I believe in you. Don't just hope, pray my love. God is with you, you'll get it done" she encouraged.
He smiled, "Thanks honey" he said turning and planting a kiss on her lips. There was a knock at the door. "Sir, Michael and the pack have returned, awaiting your orders".
"I'm coming" Vladimir replied. He then went to the far side of their bedroom, towards a crib where his infant son Joseph was currently sleeping. Not wanting to disturb him, he leaned and gently kissed his son. "Daddy has to go and stop a bad man. Be good for your mother" he said walking away.
"Goddamn it feels good to be back" Sergei and Alex said. The pack approached the entrance to the estate of the Order. Having completed their mission in Borodino they returned to headquarters. Stepping in, they saw Vladimir standing in the middle of the entrance hall in front of the staircase. With his arms folded behind his back, he smiled and nodded. "Welcome home fellas" he greeted as the pack gave a low howl. "Thanks, everything ok here?" Michael asked carrying his coat over his shoulder.
"Yeah. Lot of problems. Lot of bullshit. We'll get to that later. After you guys get settled come to the conference room on the second floor. There's been new developments" he said turning to walk back up the stairs.
Michael faced the group. "Good hunting guys. See you in the conference room. Let's go Kathy" he said walking away. "Sure" she replied following. Sergei and Alex snickered, but their chuckling was silenced by a growling sound. "Dude I need some grub. Anyone up for some chow?" Alex said walking the opposite way towards the mess hall. Sergei followed, as did Robert, Karl and Hanya. "Hey Alex, can you not eat all the rolls this time?" complained Karl as the group moved on.
"We'll catch up later. Come on sweet cakes" Raul said grinning and motioning for Raven to follow. She smirked, "You up for it, big boy?" she said amorously. As she walked in front he went and patted her hard on the behind. "Owie!" she said.
Hanya rolled his eyes. "Hey, up for a drink?" he asked Hiro. Hiro shrugged, "Sure" he said simply as the pair walked away.
Michael and Kathy ducked into an empty hallway. She leaned back against the wall and smiled warmly. Michael leaned and very tenderly, kissed her on the lips. Their embrace lasted a few moments before he broke. "You were pretty awesome in Borodino. I've never seen you take charge like that" he complimented causing her to blush. "Thanks, it felt really good" she said. Michael grinned and then chuckled. "I gotta admit, seeing you kill that vampire kinda turned me on" he said causing her to tilt her head.
"You..liked when I killed?" she asked curiously. Michael scratched his head. "Well, not the killings exactly. Just seeing you so confident, strong, brave. It was hot" he admitted. Kathy frowned, but quickly softened into a playful grin. "Hhhmm guess I'll have to do it more often" she said moving to kiss him. Their kiss this time was more passionate. He pressed her a little harder against the wall, feeling her warm soft body. Moving a little faster he very gently moved his hand up her shirt. Instantly, she knocked it back down. He tried a second and third time albeit unsuccessfully. Breaking their passionate kiss, she breathed heavily. "Wait not here. I mean, not yet. I mean, well...just I'm not ready yet" she said looking in his eyes.
He hung his head low. "Right. I shouldn't keep pushing you Kathy. Sorry, whenever you're ready" he assured. Kathy kissed him and then patted his chest. "Come on, we should go before someone catches us. Can you imagine if Vladimir thought we were trying to have a quickie?" she said picturing his reaction. Michael shuddered then laughed.
An hour later the entire pack gathered in Vladimir's office. He informed them of all the events that occurred while they were off fighting. They listened intently as he discussed the task force being created. "So that's it pretty much. It's a pain in the ass but we now have to worry about this assassin along with the vampires. But from what you told me, it sounds like they aren't the problem. Someone is controlling them, moving them about. But for what?" he asked. Michael shrugged, "Right now all we know is that they were used to gauge our strength as a pack" he said.
"Boss, it sounds like five years ago when we dealt with that nut job Victor" Raul said folding his arms. Karl nodded in agreement. Vladimir sighed, "I know Raul but thank God it's not him. That we're sure of" he said. Just then his intercom buzzed. "Yes?" he answered pressing the button.
"Sir, they're waiting for you in the conference room" his assistant spoke from the intercom. "We'll be there" he answered.
Ten minutes later the whole pack along with Vladimir entered the conference room. Sitting down in attendance already were Klara, Irina, Colonel Gruzinsky, and politicians Andrei and Oskar. Vladimir took his seat at the head. The pack spread out in a single line behind him, standing attentive. Alex, standing next to his brother happened to look in Irina's direction. Seeing her beauty caused him to stammer. He straightened his pants before folding his arms and nervously twitching. Sergei happened to notice and smirked. "Like what you see?" he teased. Alex frowned, scratching his messy black hair. "Shut up. Just she looks...good" he said turning away. Sergei snickered, as much as his brother tried acting like a stud whenever he encountered a woman he generally liked he turned into a big puppy dog. Irina noticed Alex checking her out, she looked at him causing him to blush and stare down at his feet. Smirking she tossed her hair back and winked.
Clearing his throat Vladimir began. "Thank you for attending." he said. Klara nodded behind him. "Who are they? Your entourage?" she quipped. Vladimir smirked, "My Werewolves" he said. He tried his best to hide his amusement as Klara's eyes widened considerably. Colonel Gruzinsky chuckled and shook his head while Irina scoffed and tossed her head back.
Behind him Raul began snickering, "Guess we scare them Boss" he said causing Vladimir to laugh. "Now now guys. I don't believe you have met them before. This is Klara Orlov, Irina Petrova and Oskar Markov. They were assigned by the Prime Minister to oversee our investigation and make sure we don't screw up. Isn't that right, Ms. Petrova?" he said eyeing Irina whom smirked.
"Let's get to business then. We conducted an investigation using our intelligence services. We contacted every international criminal investigative agency in the world. FBI, CIA, Interpol, Europol. They pooled their resources, looking to see if they've been tracking similar killings" Irina began speaking. Vladimir motioned for her to continue. Sighing she straightened herself. "The FBI has such a perpetrator in their Top Ten most wanted. The CIA has been tracking high profile assassinations across Europe and Asia for the past two years. And when we contacted Interpol, they gave a detailed list of criminals they were pursuing all who had been systematically killed. All these agencies said the same thing: These killings were done by the same man" she said.
No one spoke for a few moments, mulling over what was just said. Snapping her fingers, Irina watched as Oskar took out several folders containing documents. He passed them around the table. They contained gruesome photos depicting the assassin's victims. Klara quickly turned her head, fighting a wave of nausea. Vladimir flipped through the photos. Each depicted a person, cut up, torn apart, ripped open or slashed in violent ways with blood and gore splattered everywhere. Irina folded her arms, "I spoke to the director of the CIA. He said it goes back further" she said. Vladimir looked up, "Goes back further...meaning what?" Irina hesitated, "Vladimir. The killings go back over 50 years" she said finally.
The meeting then grew deathly quiet. Colonel Gruzinsky cleared his throat. "Forgive my skepticism but I find this a bit too fantastic. How can one man, alone. Be responsible for mass murder on an international level? And 50 years? Then it obviously cannot be the same man! And to think he could elude every effort to search for him" he said. Oskar nodded in agreement. "It's absurd to think one man alone could cause this much damage" he said. Klara snorted, "Well then dearest Oskar how do you explain our findings? Surely every law enforcement agency in the world is not wrong" she said.
Vladimir set the photos down and rotated his neck. "Right now, all we can do is trust the information gathered. The most important thing right now is making sure we assemble a compotent task force. I'll use a few of my men from the Order" he said. Klara looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "I don't think we should allow that" she said. Vladimir glared, "Hey we all agreed I can run this team anyway I see fit. I've got three men right now in mind. They're well trained, extremely loyal and trustworthy" he said. Klara tossed her hair back and shook her head. "I still say we should use outside forces. I still don't fully trust in your abilities" she said. It was all Vladimir could do not to leap across the table snap her neck.
"Pardon me, Ms. Klara" Michael said drawing all eyes on him. "Our Boss here has seen his fair share of combat and conflict from the time he was 13. He has inherited an organization that has hunted every supernatural being imaginable, for two hundred years. We, as Werewolves submit to him and call him our master" he said in praise of Vladimir's leadership. "If you say you don't trust in him then I ask, whom do you trust? No offense, but your own President trusts in Vladimir. So who are you to challenge his ability?" he said. Michael never raised his voice, but his tone was as sharp as a blade. Klara opened her mouth, closed it, and then sat back in her chair. Closing her eyes her face formed a dark scowl as she scoffed.
"Good one Mike" Hanya said snickering and flashing Klara a sadistic grin making her flinch slightly. Vladimir sighed and shook his head. Irina smirked, "Fine, use your men. But may I suggest a few of my own? All former military. I can arrange for them to be here in two days" she said. "That's fine, I will gladly accept any and all help. But before we continue with this meeting there is something I need to get off my chest" he said closing his eyes as everyone stared. Opening them slowly he sighed before speaking.
"Whoever this man is, I can tell you a few things. One, he's very meticulous. His kills carefully crafted and his victims specifically targeted. This man has eluded capture by the top law enforcement agencies in the world. If the information is correct, he's been at this for half a century. It's unlikely it's the same person. But my gut tells me it is. I don't know how or why but this man is the same one responsible for all these murders. Second, it's going to get worse before it gets better. I pray we work hard and fast to catch him but more bodies may pile up before we get close. The last thing I want to say is that if the killings have indeed been committed by the same man for 50 years, and that he has eluded capture AND shows no sign of stopping. Well, as far as I am concerned. This man, is the most dangerous person walking the face of this earth"
Over in England...
"No! Please let me go!" cried the young woman being gripped tightly by her captors. She was about 21, with short auburn hair and wearing a black button down shirt and blue jeans. Surrounding her were five men wearing black hooded sweat shirts. Laughing one grabbed her by the neck and pulled her in close. Sniffing along her neck he howled.
"Such fresh and tasty blood flowing through your veins. I can't wait to rip you open and drink you dry" he said licking his large fangs. The vampires began hissing and snarling as they tossed her to the ground. Whimpering she crawled away only to be dragged by her ankle. One vampire flipped her on her back. He reached down and ripped open her shirt exposing her breasts. Crying she desperately tried fighting them off. One vampire snarled, baring his fangs earnestly wanting to sink them into her tender flesh. The group then paused, a strange sensation chilled their bodies. Turning behind them, they saw a very tall man clad in all red approach them. He wore a red fedora and had red tinted glasses. One vampire glared, "Who is this asshat?" he snapped.
Alucard approached the group. Stopping five feet away he smirked. "Hey pal, you mind? We're very busy here. Just who the hell do you think you are?" he asked turning to face him. Alucard chuckled, "Your death" he said simply. The vampire took only one step forward before his body erupted in massive pain. Alucard had removed the Jackal with quick speed, blasting away at his torso and chest. Howling in pain the vampire staggered back. "Urgh, fucking silver bullets! You bastard!" he said shouting.
Alucard laughed before taking aim again for his head, pressing the trigger he fired a single round. The vampire's head buckled from the impact as he crashed to the floor. The others gasped, the young woman laying down managed to get to her feet and run in the opposite direction, crying hysterically.
Alucard ejected the empty magazine and reloaded. "Such a shame I'm able to end this so quickly. No matter, I found this to be a bit boring anyway" he said aiming for the group. Alucard's actions were halted by the sound of laughing. The vampire count watched in surprise as the injured vampire began cackling wildly as he slowly rose to his feet. His body, bleeding heavily was covered in bullet wounds. He laughed a final time and stood to his full height. "I loaded a full clip into your body yet you still stand. How..bizarre, no vampire has ever withstood my bullets" Alucard said in surprise.
The lead vampire smirked, he pulled back his hood revealing his full visage. One which managed to stun even Alucard who's eyes widened a little. "Your...face" he said.
The vampire's face was far different then that of a typical vampires. He had huge pulsing veins around his eyes. His eyes, beyond the typical crimson color of vampires were much more frightening. They were dark red, with green irises. His veins pulsated before flowing down from his eyes to his neck. Grinning, his fangs grew. He then tensed and flexed his muscles, actually expanding the silver bullets from his body. The rest of the group revealed that their faces were similar; dark red eyes, green irises and large veins pulsing from their eyes to their necks. Alucard frowned, "Tch. Cheap bastard" he said pulling out the Casull. Wielding both guns he fired on the whole group as they dashed around, dodging his gun fire.
They proved far faster then even Alucard could antipicate. Speeding around him he fired, only managing to lightly wound a few. One ran forward and swiped at his head, Alucard jumped back and fired with the Casull. The bullets piercing his shoulder as he fell back. He kicked another in the face, knocking him back several feet before shooting another in the stomach.
Alucard aimed for the lead one, who managed to slip around and grab his arm. "Now!" he shouted to the other. The remaining vampires swarmed Alucard as they all grabbed and tore his body apart. One ripped his leg off, another his left arm and the rest other body parts. Gasping Alucard then felt his neck crack as the lead one twisted and pulled his head off. They reduced the vampire to mere body scraps. Chuckling they threw the parts in a heap.
"Hehehe, that was too easy. I almost feel sorry for the poor chump" the lead vampire said. Gunfire broke through the air, two vampires fell to the floor wounded and bleeding heavily from their bodies. Seras approached, wielding an assault rifle and opening fire. She emptied her entire magazine before tossing her gun away. "I see gun fire won't work. Guess I'll have to finish this the usual way" she said flashing her eyes. "Look bitch, you see what we did to this asshole. How about we have some fun with her eh fellas?" the lead vampire said to his friends as they quickly surrounded her. "Oh...looks at the tits on this one. Hey how's about giving those big ole melons a squeeze for us eh slut?" one cat called.
Seras glared, "If you think he's done fore, you may want to look behind you" she said nodding toward Alucard. Deep laughter then filled the night air. The vampires turned and watched in horror, as Alucard's severed head twitched. His whole body then erupted in a mass of black shadows, the body parts reconnecting as the count continued laughing wildly. "No..impossible. We turned him to shit how can he still be alive?" one said in fear. Alucard, now fully regenerated reared back, howling with laughter.
"AHAHAHAHA! Excellent! Truly excellent! I've never encountered vampires such as yourselves before. Finally an opponent worthy of my power. I truly applaud your abilities. So let's see what you can reall do!" he shouted as his body glowed red. He spread out his arms. "Cromwell Restriction Level 5 Activated. Unlock ability restriction until target is silences. Seras! Let's end this!" he called to his fledgling as he ran forward.
"Sir, my Master!" she said as the two began fighting. Seras ducked under the punch of one vampire before piercing through his chest. Blood oozed out as she then ripped him in half, strewing blood and gore everywhere. Alucard punched off the head of one vampire before laughing and tearing through another. One more tried in vain to attack but Alucard tored him to ribbons as blood splattered everywhere. The attacking vampires were then reduced to one, the leader who shuddered with horror and fear.
"No..this can't be...they said it would make us invincible!" he said panicking. Alucard pulled out the Jackal, fired and blasted both his legs off. Howling in pain he fell to the floor in agony. Alucard chuckled as he and Seras walked toward him. He shook with fear, "Hey look, just give me a chane alright! I'l give you whatever you need just please..no more!" he shouted.
Alucard grinned and bent down to one knee. "Tell me then. You said before 'it would make us invincible'. Are you referring to some sort of weapon?" he asked. The vampire shuddered. "No, not a weapon. A ritual. They gave us something to increase our strength. Please just don't kill me!" he begged.
Alucard stood back to his full height. In the dark of the night he looked fiersome, his crimson eyes glowing like orbs of death. His jacket opened, his body covered in a mass of eyes. A sharp snarl erupted as his shoulder contorted into the massive form of a black multi eyed hellhound. The beast drooling and growling causing the vampire to cower.
"Killing is what I do best I'm afraid" Alucard said sadistically grinning. The hellhound roared before attacking the vampire, ripping him to shreds and devouring him. Seras' eyes narrowed, "First they summon something and now a ritual? And your silver ammunition didn't even work. Master, what's going on with these vampires?" she asked. Alucard smirked, "Now I'm beginning to get very interested. To think there are vampires walking about that can put my powers to the test. I can hardly contain myself" he said laughing and walking away. Seras blinked twice then frowned, "Wait. Hey, Master! Didn't you hear me?" she called to him and ran after him leaving behind their bloody scene.
Over on Fortuna...
The Assault charged forward, claws extended as it aimed for Nero's throat. Nero dodged and swiped with the Red Queen. But the demon was very nimble and managed to flip over the blade. Nero then slashed rapidly, cutting it all across the stomach before slashing a third time and decapitating it. The remaining two Assaults screeched and charged forward but they too were cut to ribbons. Blood stained the ground as Nero spat and placed his sword behind him. "Hmph. What a bore" he complained and turned to leave. But something caught his eye, turning to one of the bodies of the Assaults he noticed an odd marking on the beasts severed torso. It was an insignia of sorts, which had been burned into the flesh. It was of a crucifix, with three lines over inside a circle. Nero bent to inspect. "What the hell is that?" he asked before turning to the approaching sound of footsteps behind him.
Nero turned to see two individuals standing side by side. One was a tall lanky man with a sickly look to his face. He had messy black hair, blue eyes and wore a black shirt under a black vest and black pants with black boots. His accomplice was a petite woman with short brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing tight fitting black pants and a gray sleeveless shirt. Strapped on their backs were a massive single edged sword and a large battle ax.
Nero raised his eyebrow, "And who the hell are you two?" he asked. The woman chuckled and took a step forward. "We're the two who will be responsible for your death" she said. The man grinned, "They tell us to test your power. I hope these underlings we sent weren't enough to tire you out" he said reaching for his big blade. Nero glared before reaching into his jacket for the Blue Rose.
"Hhm, cocky eh? Well, that's..annoying" he said. He wasted no time and quickly pulled his gun out and began firing. The man and woman dodged and charged, raising their weapons. Nero fired at the woman who deflected the bullets with her ax and then swun it at him. He quickly pulled the Red Queen out and clashed blades. The man ran behind Nero attempting to swing. Nero broke the clash and rolled to evade and then slashed three times with his sword. He and the man then began exchanging a flurry of blows, each parrying the others attacks.
Nero jumped back and slammed the Red Queen into the ground. He revved the handle twice, and charged forward. The blade glowed orange as Nero swung it hard overhead. He clashed with the man, whom barely parried the attack. The ground cracked underneath from the force of Nero's assault. He then kicked the man in the stomach sending him flying back. The woman charged with her ax, swinging and swiping. Nero parried each blow, mixing in his own attacks. She spun and swung the ax in a wide arc. Nero raised his sword to block. Spark ignited from the collision as they held the impact. She smirked, "You're good. He frowned, "It's funny. I could have sworn I'm supposed to be lying dead right now. I'm barely breaking a sweat" he taunted causing her to scowl.
Breaking their lock he watched as the man charged again. Nero flipped out the way. Getting to his feet he pressed his attack. The woman and man then attacked together. As Nero fought he noticed they were working in a set pattern. When one attacked, the other followed immediately with the next step. Their attacks grew in ferocity as Nero began having a little trouble avoiding harm. He barely avoided the woman's ax before he was knocked hard into a tall rocky out crop. Nero landed to his feet, holding the Red Queen in front. Glaring he revved the handle three times, the blade growing a deep shade of orange.
"Alright you got that round. Come on you bastards" he said. The man and woman however stopped, placing their weapons away. "We've accomplished our task. You are indeed stronger then expected" they said. Nero frowned, "You running already? I'm just starting to have some fun. Come on I'll even let you have a free shot" he said smirking and sticking his chin out. The woman laughed, "You will hear from us soon. Our plan is being put into motion. Soon, we will build a new world. Until then...Nero" she said. Nero's eyes widened. "How did you know my name? Who the hell are you?" he shouted. Nero then watched as they vanished in a puff of red light.
Nero growled and placed the Red Queen behind him. "What load of shit" he said angrily and turned to walk away.
In New York...
"Sion, we have a problem" Rosette said sitting in her office. Sion stood in front, "What's wrong?" he asked. "Mayor Stewart was kidnapped and we believe members of LOD are behind it. They released a tape to the news media and the city is flipping out. The Buereau can't keep this under wraps any longer." she explained.
Sion nodded, "And you need for me to find her" he said. Rosette shook her head, "That's the first priority. We don't know where they are holding her. But based on the initial information we believe it is a warehouse on the East Side. But we have another situation. There has been reports of some animal attacks in Central Park. Two joggers were mauled and four others killed" she said looking into his eyes. Sion blinked, "It's obviously not some dog or coyote that wandered in. We talking about a devil?" he asked.
"Possibly. Here's the deal. I want you to go to Central Park and find out what is attacking these people. I'm sending Seth to the East Side to search for the Mayor. If you find any opposition, destroy it. If you find intel on LOD and its members then please return it to headquarters. Sion, time is of the essence. That tape they released said the Mayor would die in 72 hours. If she dies and we lose the city to panic and despair, it will be even harder to find this group" she said earnestly. Sion nodded, "I understand"
Rosette then smiled warmly, "Be careful Sion. I trust in you" she said. Sion bowed, "As you wish, my lady" he said and exited her office.
Half an hour later Sion stood atop a larg building overlooking the Great Lawn of Central Park. The evening air was cool as the wind picked up a little. Sion's arms were folded as he stared down at the park below. In the park, some trees began to violently rock and shake sending flocks of birds scattering into the night air. The ground below rumbled with deep heavy thuds. After a moment, a deep long howl filled the night air. It sounded like an animal, and it was moving through the park. It tore through more trees, knocking them down and creating a path. Sion frowned, "Whatever this thing is. It's big, and it sounds angry" he said.
He was wearing the same outfit from before only this time he carried a large sword hung from his back by a black strap. The handle was metal, with an upside down skull on the very tip. The blade itself was double edged but covered heavily with white taped. Sion cracked his neck and then sighed. "Well, time to bag me a monster" he said.
He teleported down into the park near the 81st street entrance. Walking down the path he sniffed the air. He could smell the mysterious beast, whatever it may be. Following the scenet took him into the wooded area. Walking along the path the ground rumbled, more trees began crashing. He heard the howling sound again only this time higher in pitch. Like a woman wailing in pain and agony.
The creature moved through the brush just up ahead and Sion broke into a run. Following it eventually took out the ocver of trees to the Great Lawn, the massive meadow was partly damaged, the ground split and cracked, some parts were upheaved and battered. Sion walked until he was in the middle of the lawn and froze. He sniffed the air again, the smell was growing stronger. It was a pungent odor, like rotten meat. A deep howl pierced the air as the ground began quaking once more. From the cover of trees something massive stepped forth. Sion gazed at it as the creature crawled from the cover of trees, reared to full height and snorted twice. Smirking he whistled and said, "Well I must say you are MUCH uglier in person" Ugly was right.
The creature, standing 25 feet tall was a massive beast. It had a thick muscular body with eight three toed legs. It's face was flat, resembling that of a primate with large glowing eyes. It opened its mouth, revealing dozens of piranha like teeth and a long thick sloppy tongue. It had four arms, each ending in five fingers ending in sharp talons. The creature walked forward, causing the ground to rumble from its mass. It had a massive tail ending in a sharp stinger. The creature swung its tail around before smashing it to the ground causing it to crack.
Sion smirked, "Tch tch. Well I see this shall be interesting" he reaching behind him and pulling out two mini-uzis. Taking aim he watched as the creature reared back and bellowed into the night air. A fierce sound that carried on for a few moments before it charged. With surprising speed it sped right towards Sion whom opened fire. He shot the beast in its torso. The bullets impacting and causing it to cry out from pain. The creature swiped at Sion with its claws before trying to stomp him. Sion was exceptionally agile, evading the attacks whilst continuing to fire at it. Sion jumped to the side avoiding its claws and then back flipped out of the way of its tail.
Stopping he placed his guns away and moved to grab his sword. "This will take too long for guns. Time to let my baby" handle this job he said pulling his sword out. The tape began to unravel revealing a truly fearsome looking weapon. The blade was a steel gray color, with the open mouth of a lion as the handle's design. The blade itself protruded from the lion's mouth with a metal hilt and an upside down skull on the very tip.
Oblivion, Sion's trademark weapon was a powerful weapon he wielded with skillful mastery. Holding it out in front of him he charged forward to the creature as it roared and swiped. He cut off two of its legs in a swift motion causing it to howl from pain. Blood flew everywhere as it thrashed about. Sion then turned, using it to delfect its tail as he then cut off half the tail. He then jumped into the air, slashing and cutting the beast across its torso and body, cutting off one of its arms.
The beast roared as Sion kept hacking and slashing away. Snarling in one futile attempt it raised a leg to smash down on Sion. There was a loud impact as the beasts attack was halted by Sion, who used his left hand to catch its foots. Holding it effortlessly he glared at it. "You've caused my city enough trouble. Be gone fiend!" he said pushing it off and knocking it off balance. Sion gripped his sword tightly with both hands. It vibrated and glowed deep red, eith black lightning crackling and sparkling around the base. With one swing and a fierce shout he swiped in a wide arc releasing a large wave of concentrated energy that cleanly sliced through the creature. It was split in half from the top of its head down to its tail. With a final howl of pain it fell to the floor in two heaps.
Sion waved his sword and then walked to the creature, examing its face. Its eyeball twitched and then slowly scanned over to him. In its final moments its eyes grew dark and then the beast was dead. Sion sighed, pulled out a cell phone and quickly dialed.
Rosette's direct line rang, "Yes Sion?" she asked. "The creature has been slain my lady" he said. Rosette sighed, "Good job Sion. I want you to come back and meet up with Seth here. There are several locations we believe LOD may be holding the Mayor. I want you guys to check it out and track down any members if you can" she said. Sion nodded, "Understood, I'll be there in five" he said hanging up.
Rosette hung her phone and narrowed her eyes. "Don't fret my lady, we'll get the Mayor back" said a young man standing in the corner of her office. He was about 22 years old with long ragged black hair and dark green eyes. He was wearing an opened black vest with a black tank top underneath and had a fit and toned body with rounded muscles. He was wearing black pants with a unique belt design consisting of a large gold buckle engraved with the face of a bear. He wore black boots with his outfit and was standing with his arms folded.
Rosette smiled warmly at Seth, "I know Seth. It's just I have this feeling" she said. Seth waited for her to talk. "LOD, whoever they are have been terrorizing the city. They kidnap the Mayor, hold her hostage and say they plan to kill her after 72 hours. Well, I just don't buy it. Why the Mayor? Why was she targeted? Why haven't they killed her immediately? What are they moving towards?" she asked.
Seth shrugged, "I'm just paid to kill monsters. Never been the type to try and solve complex and intricate puzzles. My job is to find the things that go bump in the night and make a nice trophy out of them" he said smirking and causing her to laugh. "And you certainly get the job done. Which reminds me, be prepared for whatever these guys throw at you" she said seriously. Seth nodded, "Got it" he said.
Over at Devil May Cry...
Dante and Trish walked into the tavern. They were tracking some new leads on what has been stirring the demons in town. Based on the reports an underground cult was responsible for controlling them, gathering them in numbers and moving them about towards an unknown purpose.
Dante went and sat at the bar, Trish taking a seat next to him. Nodding at the bartender the man came over and folded his arms. "What'll you have buddy?" he asked gruffly.
"You got pizza in this joint?" Dante asked. The bartender looked at him funnily before nodding. "Yeah what'll ya have on it?" he asked. "The works" replied Dante. "And your lady friend?" he asked looking at Trish.
"I'll have a glass of scotch" she said and watched as he walked away. A moment later he slid the glass to her. "Your pizza coming soon pal" he said.
Trish turned to Dante. "According to what Lady told me there are reports of devils being summoned in this very tavern. Sounds interesting" she said. Dante shrugged, "Yeah yeah. They better not put olives on my pizza" he said annoyed. Trish looked at him, "You ordered the works" she said flabbergasted. "Wait forget the pizza and pay attention!" she snapped. Dante ignored her, still thinking of his pizza. He ignored Trish's exasperated outbursts. He also ignored the two figures entering the tavern, clad in hooded cloaks whom sat across the room from he and Trish.
Dante's pizza arived and he dug in with relish, pausing to grimace at the olives but quickly ignored it. Trish punched him lightly on the arm. "Would you quit stuffing your face?" she said and leaned in close. "We've got company"
Dante swallowed the last of his pizza and nodded. "I know that. But now they know that I know" he said. Sighing he slowly reached inside his jacket and in a quick motion spun around and pulled out his twin pistols and began firing. The two figures scattered about the bar. Trish pulled out her own guns and began firing. The bar tender shouted obscenities and ran into the back to take cover as did a few of the bar's patrons.
Stopping his assault Dante lowered his weapons. "You know if you're gonna follow someone into a bar, the least you could do is make a decent stand" he called out taunting.
The two figures slowly came out of their cover and removed their cloaks. Dante's eyes widened in surprise, and then crept into a sly grin. "Well well well. You two are much cuter then I expected" he said. Trish frowned and rolled her eyes.
Standing in front were two very attractive young women. Each had auburn colored hair and tawny eyes and very large breasts. Wearing matching black and gold shirts, black pants and black and gold heels the two women tossed their hair back and chuckled. "Look sister, this one thinks he's funny" one said.
"Yes sister, this one thinks he's clever. What do we do now?" she asked. The first sister held out her right hand. Light formed before a large serrated sword appeared in her hand. Her sister held her left hand out as a large spear appeared. Waving their weapons around boths sisters then stood back to back facing Dante and Trish. "Shall we terminate sister?" one asked. "Indeed we shall sister" the other answered.
Dante's face twisted in annoyance. "You may be hot but I don't like anyone who has a bigger mouth then me" he said grabbing Rebellion. Dante charged the sword wielding sister and clashed weapons. He swung at her face as she parried and jumped back, bringing her weapon around and clashing with him. He then began a frenzied assault, rapidly slashing and colliding his weapon with hers. She was surprisingly strong, managing to parry Dante's attacks and mix in her own.
The other sister battled with Trish, who fired massive bolts of yellow lightning that were deflected by the sisters massive spear. She swiped at Trish who rolled out the way and pulled out her own pistols, rapidly firing as the attacking girl was blasted back by the bullets and crashed into a table. Her body twitched before she spun in a 360 circle and jumped to her feet. She rolled her neck before expelling the bullets from her body and charging forward. Trish sucked her teeth and opened fire again.
Dante and the first sister continued dueling as they clashed weapons and held the embrace. Dante took the oppurtunity to eye ball the woman's ample bosom. "That's a nice pair you got. You seeing someone precious?" he joked. She smiled, very sweetly and blew him a kiss. "Trust me big boy. You wouldn't handle it" she said and with a loud yell shoved him back as he stumbled backwards. Dante staggered on one foot before back flipping. As he back flipped he dropped Rebellion to the floor and used his left hand to brace himself as pulled his pistol out. His body turning back up he aimed and opened fire as he got to his feet. The sister then sprinted to the other side of the bar and took cover behind a wall. Dante then watched as the other sister charged Trish with her spear, whom managed to side step and grab it. She spun in a circle and tossed her across the room. She flipped several times before landing by her sister whom came from her covering.
Dante and Trish both pulled out their pistols and took aim. "Bored yet?" Dante asked smirking. Trish scoffed, "Not everyone approaches fighting the way you do, Dante" she said.
Both sister stood next to each other. "These two are very strong sister" one said. "Indeed sister, very strong. Do we report now?" she asked. Her sister nodded, "Yes we shall"
"Hold it" Trish said strongly not lowering her weapons. "Who the hell are you two? Why are you branding the demons here and controlling them, and for what?" she asked.
"We are members of LOD. We are building a new world. We are bringing an end to the greatest lie of all time to mankind" they said in unison. Dante raised his eyebrow, "I hate all that cryptic crap. Just get to the point" he said. Both sisters laughed as their weapons vanished. "In time you will see. For now, beware LOD. Farewell, Dante" they said disappearing in a flash of light.
Dante and Trish grew quiet before she lowered her weapons. "Thinking what I am?" she asked him. He spun his weapons, placed them away and pulled up his pants a little. "Oh yeah they totally dig me, she knew my name" he cracked. Trish yelled at him, "Dante quit being stupid for once!" she said. He ignored her, going to grab Rebellion.
At that point the bar tender came from hiding. "Hey buddy. You and blondie here owe me for the damage you guys caused. And for your pizza!" he said folding his arms. Dante and Trish looked at each other before he growled and reached into his back pocket for his wallet.
Back at Russia...
He waited until the cover of night to strike. And now his moment had arrived.
His target: Igor Gusev of the Russian mob. His organization was responsible for a string of murders in recent years. His victims have included politicians and police officers. Igor specifically, was using the mob to finance his sex slave ring spanning dozens of countries. It was common for his group to kidnap teenagers and young adults, addict them to drugs and force them into prostitution. Igor's crimes included kidnapping, murder, torture and even money laundering. He would certainly be held accountable for his deeds.
Igor resided in a lavish estate in St. Petersburg. His estate was near the Saint Isaac's Cathedral. Igor was currently sitting in his plush bedroom. The morbidly obese crime lord was enjoying the company of several servant girls who danced and entertained him, dressed in red thongs, six inch heels and bare breasted. Sitting on his bed he grinned and lit up a cigar, blowing smoke in the air and watching as one girl bent over and began gyrating.
His armed sentries patroled the four level estate. Armed with assault rifles, shot guns and wielding high caliber pistols. One man, with a rippling muscular frame and dressed in a black shirt, white slacks and white shoes made his round near the lower level. He nodded upstairs to another sentry whom waved, acknowledging there was no activity. On the top level, a servant girl, wearing a silver G-string and silver heels walked carrying a tray of drinks. She walked up the steps, heading towards Ivan's room. Walking down the hall she paused when she heard footsteps behind her. Pausing she continued walking. As soon as she turned the corner she saw a man standing over the dead body of a guard. He wore a black hooded cloak with a white porcelain mask. She dropped the tray, horrified at the sight of the eviscerated guard.
In an impressive burst of speed he charged, grabbing her, holding her from behind and covering her mouth, preventing a cry from escaping. She whimpered and fought but stopped as she felt the man whisper into her ear. "Do not fight. I will not kill you. I am after Igor. I am freeing you from his horrors" he said dragging her still whimpering and squirming form. He dragged her into a nearby storage room. Taking her inside he held her still while he spoke.
"When you wake up the police will be here asking what occurred. Tell them that the Lord's wrath has been unleashed against all sin and evil. Until then, remain here" he said. She felt a sharp prick in her neck, gasping her eyes grew heavy as they slowly closed. He injected a needle into her neck as he body grew limp from the chemical agent. With a final moan she slipped into unconsciousness. He gently laid her body down, tenderly stroking her hair and face. Upon further inspection revealed four other girls lay next to her, all unconscious.
He exited the room and immediately began his assault. Turning the corner towards the stair case he pulled out twin revolvers. A guard looked up and seeing an intruder shouted in Russian. He fired from his weapons, shooting the man in the head and stomach as he dropped dead. He ran up the stair case as more guards appeared and opened fire. He took cover behind the railing and dropped the revolvers. He reached into his cloak and pulled out two sub machine guns. After a moment he opened fire, shooting two guards and wounding a third. He ran down the hall and made a left as more guards began shouting.
"Intruder! Kill him!" one said cocking his rifle. He looked up only to find a gun barrel pointed at his head. The shot rang out as the mans brains exploded out. He continued his path, killing any guards in his way. He headed up the stair case, to the fourth floor as a group of six guards stood at the top armed with their guns.
"Prepare to fire on three..two..on-" said one sentry before he was silenced by a slender throwing knife planted into his neck. He reached the top of the stairs and flipped over the guards. Landing he turned and drew his slender katana, quickly slashing and slicing through the guards whom tried to fire their weapons. He cut one down the middle before cutting the head of another and then stabbing the last through the heart.
Having reached the top level he headed for Igor's room. Entering he saw that the bedroom door was shut. He heard music being played loudly. He took his sword and in three quick swipes cut down the wooden door. Inside Igor jumped to his feet. "Who the fuck are you?" he shouted frantically. The girls he had inside began screaming and shouting. His clothes were drenched in blood.
Walking slowly he stopped as they ran past him yelling. Igor shook in great fear at seeing this masked killer. "Tonight I put an end to your sin, Igor. No longer shall you abuse these girls and force them into bondage and slavery" he said. Igor tried pleading. "Look we can talk this out. You want money? Girls? Weapons? Anything you want I can give you" he said.
He cocked his head, then turned away. He reached into his cloack and pulled out a pistol, turned back around and fire five times hitting Igor in his genitals. Igor dropped to the ground, rolling in extreme agony and crying hysterically. He began swearing in fluent Russian, watching as his killer approached. Kneeling down he raised his sword. "I just missed your heart" he said mockingly and proceeded to stab Igor through his skull, ending his life.
Lastly, back in New York...
Mayor Stewart lay strapped to the table as it was slowly raised to full height. Tristan walked over to the camcorder set on the tripod and pressed it on. Victoria walked up to the Mayor whom turned her face away. With her finger she slowly turned her face back. "Awww now now don't look away. It only makes it harder on yourself sweet cakes" she said leaning in and rubbing her face against the Mayor's. "Please just let me go..please I beg you have mercy. I won't tell anyone what you did just please let me go!" she said pleading and crying. Victoria chuckled, "You belong to us so I can be as hands on" she said tracing the Mayor's chest and stomach with her finger, "As I please" she said. Mayor Stewart spat into her face causing Victoria to curse and smack her again.
"Ugh you little cunt you must want to learn the hard way!" she said and proceeded to strike the Mayor again. Tristan looked up, highly annoyed. "That's enough Victoria! Just leave her alone for once goddamn it!" he roared angrily. Victoria looked at the wounded Mayor who glared harshly. She leaned in real close, holding her face just inches away. "When the time comes, I'm going to enjoy having my way. I will cause you such agony, such pain the likes of which no other person can ever stand. You will know suffering so fierce it'll make even a devil cry" she hissed moving her hand up and down the Mayor's inner thigh causing her to breath harder. "When the time comes, you..are all...mine" she said.
Tristan coughed, "Look as much as I'd hate to get in the way of your creepy sado masochism or whatever. We've got work to do" he said annoyed. Whenever Victoria grew interested in a target it became very difficult to keep her focused on the important goals. Especially if that target were a woman.
Victoria laughed sadistically as she stroked the Mayor's face. Mayor Stewart closed her eyes, praying for her nightmare to end. Victoria took her face in her hands and gave her a light kiss on the lips before turning away. "Hmph whatever. You're no fun anymore Tristan" she said complaining and walked away, swaying her hips.
Turning the camera on, Tristan began filming as the Mayor whimpered and shook.
End Chapter
Hope this tides you over. Next chapter up soon. The assassin's latest kill draws the task force unto the scene as they finally spring to action. Vladimir orders them to pursue him at any cost. Meanwhile more trouble looms on the horizon. The vampires targeting the politicians are growing increasingly more bold in their pursuit. Irina along with Klara and a few more are their latest targets. Vladimir orders his wolves to protect them and find the group ordering the vampires about.
In England, Alucard and Seras report about their encounter with the deadly vampires. What is the reason behind their strength and is it connected with the mysterious being they summoned forth? Integra's investigation begins to point to a startling revelation on just who it is the vampires summoned.
In Fortuna, Nero and the Order of the Sword begin researching into why the demons are so heavily concentrated. The brash young knight finds himself drawn even deeper into the events.
The leader of LOD orders his members to go forth with his plan. A plan he has put into motion since the early history of the Christian Church. Who is this man? What does LOD want? What are their goals and how have they managed to make even vampires cower at their name?
Enemies are on the move. Our heroes face their darkest hour as they slowly begin to unravel the mystery.
Note: If you're dying to know what LOD is, please be patient. I'm weaving in dozens of characters and all will be revealed in due time. There's also going to be a big big fight between Nero, Michael, Dante and many others. Stay tuned and thanks for reading!