Disclaimer: Here we go folks, moving along as the story continues. Just as a heads up: Updates will be as frequent as I can manage. This month is going to be somewhat busier for me in terms of my personal life as well as when school factors in (see why college is bad? XD) In short: I'm busy; I'm going to be busy. So I if I don't update weekly or whatnot; relax, it's coming. With that, on with the story.
Vladimir prepares to send his forces to Egypt, having finally uncovered the location of the device hidden there. Michael and the wolf pack lead a strike team composed of Vladimir's top soldiers with some old allies on the way. Hellsing in the meantime heads for Carthage, but trouble brews. Iscariot is on the move, with Maxwell lending assistance. In spite of Anderson's duel with Kazuya, Maxwell assures both Integra and Vladimir that his intentions are honest. Can he be trusted?
Meanwhile, Dante tracks down some strange occurrences within his city. He soon is joined by Nero, sent by the Order of the Sword to track down the leader of a mysterious cult said to have ties to Klaus and more sinisterly, with the former devil king himself.
Meanwhile, Kazuya continues cutting a bloody swath of vengeance and destruction across New York, leading to his most violent and shocking crime. Kazuya is one step closer to finding the man responsible for orchestrating the death of his family. However, having faced increasing pressure, Rosette is forced to order the Nightstalkers to begin the hunt for Kazuya to bring him to justice. And lastly, Klaus finally gathers the true brunt of LOD's might as he assembles his most powerful minions for the first time in over 50 years. Why has Klaus called forth this assembly? Who are the true members of LOD? Can our heroes get to the devices in enough time before Klaus can move forward with his plan?
Note: This chapter will answer some questions many of you have messaged me about. After this I will begin to delve into certain character's past, most likely starting with Vladimir and building to Sion, Kazuya and Klaus himself. Stay tuned and enjoy!
Chapter Twenty Three- Assemble: LOD Gathers
Stepping inside and shutting the door behind him, Michael turned to see Vladimir, busily chatting on the phone. Vladimir nodded his head and then said "Alright, thank you. It's much appreciated" and then hung up the phone. Michael asked, "So what's going on Boss?" Vladimir folded his arms before speaking. "I just got off the phone with the Prime Minister. He's agreed to fund our mission to Egypt. He's also ordering as much additional men as we require, he's demanding this be a high level mission and expects results."
Michael smirked, "Good thing the Order of the Cross always delivers." He said causing Vladimir to laugh. "Have the pack ready in two days. Is that enough?" he asked. Michael laughed, "Boss I'm shocked" he said. Vladimir raised his eyebrow.
"Shit they'd want to leave right now, if I let them. Two days is plenty time." Michael said. Vladimir then responded by saying, "Good, later this evening Captain Reznov and Colonel Gruzinsky will lead a mission debriefing going over the general plan. Egypt is in a rough state nowadays and so going in to locate this device won't be easy. Also remember what is at stake: Klaus needs to find them too. You guys may run into his lackeys while there, be ready" Vladimir said. Michael bowed low and said, "We'll be ready, definitely" and then he turned and exited the office.
Vladimir remained at his desk, going through several documents, all of them arcane research about the reputed devices Klaus was so desperately searching for. Narrowing his eyes he felt a growing unease creep over him.
"There's still something that isn't adding up. Klaus has most of the devices, yet it has still taken him thousands of years to find the rest? Also, when he showed himself on Fortuna, he removed his mask allowing us to see his true identity. Why? If LOD has gone under the radar, infiltrating our society for so long why would Klaus risk showing himself? Is he that confidant we can't defeat him? No that can't be it, he hasn't shown us his full power yet, allowing his minions to fight. But still…there's something I still don't trust. Just who is this guy, really?"
"You really should stop talking to yourself, people will wonder" a voice said. Vladimir looked up sharply from his desk. It was Mariska, standing at the door as she smirked and chuckled. Vladimir blinked before saying "I didn't realize I was talking out loud"
Stepping inside she then walked in front of his desk. "You seem stressed." She said noting his appearance. Vladimir sighed, rubbing his temple as he then said 'I am. I've had a bad feeling that won't go away." He said to her as he sat down in the chair facing him.
"It's funny you say that, I've had a strange feeling too. Like we're still missing the bigger picture." Mariska said crossing one leg over the other and resting her chin comfortably in her palm. "Here's what's bothering me: We know where the device in Egypt is located. Well that's just the problem. Why has Klaus been unable to find it? It didn't take much effort on my part to try and narrow it down. Klaus surely has access to even greater knowledge than we do." She said as Vladimir leaned against his desk.
"What bothers me more, is the fact that despite all he's done: The killing of the politicians, the summoning of the Oboro and unleashing it in New York, the attack here in Russia, the awakening of Theokoles. It still seems like he's hiding something. Mariska, as dangerous as Klaus is that scares me more than anything. And get this: I spoke with Integra not too long ago. She had did some research trying to pin point LOD's origin. Mariska, those bastards started with the church. They were there 2,000 years ago as Christianity spread through Rome and Klaus was behind the curtain, pulling the string and manipulating events as they transpired. And for what? His goal of subjugating the human race and creating a world of peace? Babe it doesn't make any sense. Why wait so long? If Klaus has the power to alter or suppress history then why wait until now to go forward with it? Something happened all those years ago that forced him to wait." Vladimir said getting up and pacing around.
Mariska tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and shook her hair loose. "Maybe we're overthinking it. Maybe Klaus screwed something up." She said but Vladimir didn't seem to buy that. "As meticulous as he's been, I highly doubt he'd screw up. That bastard is still up to something. I'm going to figure it out, I swear on my father's grave I will" Vladimir said strongly and looking out his office window.
Mariska looked at him rather crossly. "You know it's not good to say stuff like that." She reprimanded. Flinching, he sighed and turned back managing a weak grin. "I know, I'm sorry. Maybe I am just stressed." He said.
Mariska raised an eyebrow before smirking. "I think I know a way to relieve some tension. It would do us both some good, especially me. I've been feeling so flabby and out of shape lately" she said lightly poking fun at herself. Vladimir eyed her curiously. "Yeah" he said agreeing. "You have been looking a little chunky lately" he said and then snickered as she shot him an angry glare.
"Well, up for some sparring then?" Vladimir offered as a challenge. Mariska smirked, "Lead the way" she said as the two headed for the gym.
Over at Hellsing…
"Tell me Alucard, doesn't this feel like the good ol' days? Getting prepared for a top level mission to stop some madman's threat against humanity?" Walter asked Alucard. The vampire was sitting in his throne like chair, legs crossed, hands resting comfortably in a tent on his lap as he chuckled lightly. Rotating his neck Alucard then said "Those days are gone, a mere memory from the past" he said as Walter shrugged.
"Still, one does begin to enjoy this feeling. By the way, there was something I wanted to ask you." Walter said fixing his glasses.
"Yes?' Alucard responded.
"How has Seras been fairing? Ever since her vampiric powers have awakened I've noticed she's much more confidant now when she fights. She's no longer hesitant to drink blood either, I'm actually quite surprised" Walter asked. Alucard grinned, his fangs glistening even in the darkened condition of his chamber. "She's become…marvelous. A true class A vampire. She's no longer an incomplete specimen. She's no longer police girl. No, she is my progeny, Seras Victoria." Alucard said with great pride in his voice over Seras' growth as a vampire. Walter was surprised; he had never known Alucard to praise Seras in such a way.
"There is one thing I noticed. She's seemed to have grown some affections for that Shapeshifter, the one working with the Nightstalkers" Alucard said as his crimson eyes narrowed. Walter then watched what might have been the faintest of frowns cross over on Alucard's face. Had it been any other person he wouldn't have paid any attention. But here was Alucard, the famed monster of the Hellsing family displaying…jealousy? Envy? Walter fought to contain himself.
"Ah yes" Walter began again. "I believe his name was Seth. Seems like an honest enough young man. If what you say is true don't you think it's rather adorable? First our young Seras drinks blood on her own now she has a crush." Walter said. He then froze, watching Alucard's changing expression as he put on a cross sour look.
"I knew it, he is jealous." Walter thought to himself.
While both men continued chatting, Integra was in her office preparing for the mission to Carthage. However, like Vladimir, she too had a looming feeling of dread concerning the mission. Integra was busy reading through a brief history of Carthage, from its founding all the way to its destruction at the end of the Third Punic wars.
"Klaus, what is it you really want? Why are you so desperate to find these devices? Is it just for your plans to subjugate humans? Is there a darker ulterior purpose for these tools? Will they grant you immeasurable powers?" she thought to herself.
Integra looked up from her reading, sighing deeply she reached for her cigar box. Hesitating she instead placed the box aside and instead leaned back in her chair. "There's something we're missing and I don't like it" she said.
Over at Devil May Cry…
Dante kicked his feet unto the desk, stretched and then shut his eyes, hoping to catch a few winks of sleep. However, the phone rang. Grumbling, he kicked the desk, catching the receiver.
"Devil May Cry" he answered lazily.
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Dante abruptly slammed the phone down. He hated crediters and he hated those damn automated voice responses that always tried to sell you shit over the phone.
Leaning his head back he didn't notice the door to his shop open up or the individual step inside. "Toilet is in the back" Dante said not looking up. When he heard no answer he looked up to see none other than Nero, standing in front, arms folded and with a wide grin. Genuinely shocked, Dante then chuckled. "Well this is a surprise." He said as Nero smirked. "You're a long way from home kid" Dante said as Nero approached the desk.
"I'm on assignment, and thought you might find it interesting." Nero said. Dante just stared, "Trying to hand off your work to me eh?" he said as Nero shook his head. "Trust me, you'll want to hear this and besides" he began as he then held up a large pizza box. "My treat" he said.
The two men then sat down, chowing on pizza and discussing Nero's arrival in the city.
"A cult leader?" Dante asked curiously chewing on a slice before swallowing and watching Nero scratch his head.
"Yeah that's right. The Order of the Sword has been tracking the leader of some low key underground cult for over a month now. Apparently, the group is involved in all kind of demonic activity. You name it; gathering devil arms, summoning demons to this plane, experimenting with demonic power. The leader is a man named Tobias. Real ugly and nasty son of a bitch. He's even wanted by the police in connection to a number of kidnappings and murders." Nero explained eating a slice as Dante reached for another.
"Yeah, this is all well and good but again what makes you so sure I'd be interested?" Dante asked preparing to consume his slice.
Nero narrowed his eyes and said "I didn't mention this group's religious practice. They worshipped Mundus, Dante"
Dante froze, placing the pizza slice down very deliberately. "Say what?" he asked. Nero nodded his head. "They've apparently worshipped Mundus as a god, even at one point believing they could restore his diminished powers by gathering devil arms and drawing on the excess magic. Obviously, they weren't successful. They call themselves the Prophets of Mundus and this Tobias is said to be gathering up members for something big. But it gets even crazier, now they're rumored to be in league with Klaus and his bonehead minions. So you can see the severity of why I was sent. I was even told to partner with you, if I find it necessary." Nero said watching Dante's growing expression. Whether excitement, curiosity, or even annoyance, Nero was not sure. Finally, after finishing the last slice Dante leaned back and said "Sounds like a plan. So where's this Tobias dude like to congregate with his lackeys?"
Nero smirked, "I got a lead on some rundown old hideouts of this group. Might be worth checking out" he said as Dante shrugged and replied, "Sounds like a plan."
Nero then took the time to look around Dante's shop. "Dude, this really where you spend all your time? You should get out more" he said. Dante stared at him crossly; just what was he expected to do? Take a stroll through the park?
In New York…
"So basically, we found shit. Then those ass hats in the park attacked us. After that, we came back here" Dexter said speaking with Rosette in her office. Leaned against the wall, he had his arms folded as she rotated his neck and turned to look at her. She sat up straight, one leg crossed over as she tapped her desk lightly.
"And they called themselves the Salvatore Brothers? I've never heard of them before have you?" Rosette asked as Dexter shook his head.
"I have" Seth said walking into her office as they turned to watch him. "The Salvatore Brothers are pure blooded Werewolves that act as the 'cleaners' for the supernatural world. Essentially; they're an elite strike force that act as mercenaries, committing assassinations, contract killings, espionage, and theft all for a price." Seth said walking in and taking a seat. Tossing his head back he ran a hand through his ragged black hair before facing Rosette.
"At first I didn't recognize the name but I remember now. The Salvatore Brothers are the best of the best; no matter the assignment they always completed it and they always got good results. First there's the eldest, Lucian. He's among the oldest Werewolves I have ever heard of. He's all about blood purity, so he tends to have a very negative view on those of his kind that mingle with humans. Next is Ramone, he's the one that manages the funds and expenses of his brother's assignments and always seeks out the highest bidder. There's Jason; this guy is a real brute and loves a good fight more than anything. Then finally there's the youngest, Jacob. He may be the youngest, but he's also the most violent and savage of the siblings." Seth explained. Rosette and Dexter listened intently as Seth continued recounting what he knew of these brothers.
"Last I had heard, they were said to have been disbanded after some mysterious incident. Now we know they're after Klaus, because he stole Lucian for some unknown reason. It seems like no matter where we turn to, Klaus' name always springs up. I don't like it, at all" Seth said. Rosette sighed and then stood to her feet. "Let's keep this between ourselves. Aside from this, we now have another issue to worry about. Something that has the entire city gripped in sheer panic and fear." She said walking over to her office window and staring outside.
"You mean that vigilante that's been chopping up criminals to bits? Shit I say let him keep it up, better for us as we get to reserve more time and resources tracking down Klaus." Dexter said shrugging his shoulders. Rosette stared at him curiously, "Come on Dexter you should know we can't do that. We're still the FBI and we still uphold the law. The board has agreed and we are to locate and apprehend this killer at all costs." Rosette said. Dexter and Seth didn't seem too happy about that.
"That's crazy, they expect us to find an assassin AND stop a madman from creating a new world where every human on the planet is ruled over by him? Come on Rosette that's insane!" Seth shouted angrily. Rosette nodded, "I know, but it's what they voted to. Chief Quinton said 'I am confident that we as the Nighstalkers will have the time and resources to apprehend this killer and stop Klaus' goals and defeating LOD'. Rosette then noticed the looks of disgust and contempt Dexter and Seth displayed at hearing her quote Chief Quinton.
"That fucking arrogant cock is going to get someone killed one day I swear to God" Dexter said gritting his teeth.
"Look guys I'm sorry. We have two objectives: Find this killer, stop Klaus. There's…there's no other way around it" Rosette said very decisively. She watched as Dexter and Seth looked at each other before getting up and walking out of her office.
Dexter and Seth met up with Sion ten minutes later in one of the staff rooms. The three men busy discussing the strategy they would come up for finding Klaus. "Before we begin I gotta ask. Sion, you were there the day Mundus intended to conquer the human world. Was there anything you may remember about how it happened?" Dexter asked. Sion sat in a chair, one leg resting in his lap with his fingers crossed in a tent as he narrowed his eyes.
"Utter chaos. Despair, that's all the comes to mind. If you think the fighting in Russia was bad, it was a field day compared to that fated event. But to answer your question, no, why do you ask?'
"Because I have this feeling. Klaus has said he has discovered these devices, but why would he wait so long to gather the rest? My guessing is that there is something else that happened on that day 2,000 years ago. Something that forced Klaus to abandon his goal, for the time being at least and now there is something prompting him to rekindle that desire." Dexter said.
Seth scratched his head, exhaling through his nose before facing Dexter. "Something like what? What? You think it had something to do with the Demon Invasion?" he asked as Dexter replied with, "I'm not really saying anything. All I know is that there is something we're not seeing. Maybe we need to do more research or something" he said.
Sion then said, "What's the deal with this assassin? I hear Vladimir and his crew had dealt with him not too long ago. Now he's here in the city, sounds like trouble."
"Yeah about that. We're officially on the case. Rosette said the board has made its mind up and that we have to comply and begin our search from him." Seth mumbled unhappily. Sion cocked his head before shrugging.
Elsewhere, Kazuya was hard at work in his safe house. He typed furiously at his laptop, scrolling through scores of documents and texts.
"So when's the next slaughter fest?"
Kazuya paused from his typing, he grumbled an obscenity and continued.
"Come now my boy, you know you're itching to slice and dice some fool to bits"
"When the time comes" Was all Kazuya said as he pulled up a web page. Kazuya was busy following a story about a city council meeting taking place in the evening. The meeting was to discuss several renovations taking place across Manhattan including new construction projects. In attendance would be the Mayor, several city council men, and the Governor of New York. As always though, Kazuya was shifting through the layers of deception, trying to find the piece of information he was so desperately searching for all these long years. And he finally had it. Tonight, Kazuya's quest for vengeance would culminate with his greatest kill: The one responsible for the death of his mother, the killing of his clan and the conspiracy surrounding his bloodline.
"I'm getting bored. You know what starts to happen when I get bored."
Kazuya froze; he hated when he would interrupt. Standing from his desk he went and sat in the middle of the color, assuming a yoga position and began to enter a deep meditative state as he focused his energies and entered the deepest part of his mental planes.
"Let's make this quick" he said.
Kazuya closed his eyes as he was instantly transported in the furthest depths of his mind.
The entity before him grinned; that eerie, wicked and awful grin of his. He chuckled, his voice echoing in the endless hazy darkness surrounding both men. Kazuya stared before finally speaking.
"What?" he asked.
The entity began pacing, staring intently at Kazuya as he again chuckled. "You found him finally. It's been how many years and you finally found him? You must be excited. This time I get to do the work. You're still too soft, you wait too long letting these poor fucks give a recount of their sin. QUIT THE BULLSHIT! Just tear their ass to bits and be done with it!" it shouted.
Despite its outburst Kazuya remained calm. "You would think that as long as you have plagued my bloodline you would be used to how I handle things. I won't let you take over, not this time." He said.
The entity squinted as his gaze intensified. Then, it began laughing, first beginning with a light chuckle and then turning into full blown psychotic wild cackling. Tossing its head back, it held its body by its side as it struggled to contain itself. Finally regaining composure he stared into Kazuya's eyes before answering.
"Let me tell you something about your precious bloodline boy. Your ancestors acquired my powers at a price. They gained the power of a devil and tried to use it for good, they were idiots. And now, thousands of years later here you stand, the last of the Sin Eaters. I see it in your eyes. You are realizing how powerful I really am. You now realize you can't just keep pushing me to the back like before. With every kill you make I get one step closer to taking you over, mind, body and soul. Then once that happens I won't just start killing again, I'm going to use your famed abilities to consume everything and anything I see. So I tell you what: Hurry up and kill this poor bastard and be done with it. As I told you before Kazuya" it said suddenly disappearing from sight. It reappeared behind Kazuya, a malicious and horrifying grin spread wide on its face.
"I'm getting bored"
And with that, Kazuya exited his sub conscious. It took him a moment to realize he was soaked in a cold sweat. The salty perspiration weighed down, feeling as if he had been drenched in a monsoon. Panting heavily, Kazuya stood to full height, clutching his head.
"Damn it…DAMN IT! I can't let him take me over, but I must finish. Tonight, it has to be tonight! I will finally avenge her death." Kazuya said walking back over to his computer. He finished and shut the laptop down.
Kazuya then walked over to where his weapons were stashed on the wall. Grabbing his sword he pulled it from the scabbard, examining it as the blade rang slightly before settling down. Staring at the blade, Kazuya then grinned. Above him, the black spectral entity hovered over, likewise grinning.
"We will kill them all" Kazuya spoke in dual voices.
In Russia…
"Alright, thank you all for being in attendance. Tonight's debriefing will be led by Captain Reznov and Colonel Gruzinsky. They have mapped an appropriate battle plan as well as ways our forces shall go about in the search for the device. Captain, I leave it to you" Vladimir said taking a seat at the large table. It was well into the evening at the Sokolov mansion where Vladimir was busy in a meeting to go over the coming mission to Egypt. Several of the Prime Minister's chief of staff were in attendance, as well were several other well-known and familiar politicians. Standing up, Captain Reznov cleared his throat and adjusted his military uniform. He motioned for the projector to be turned on as the lights dimmed and a large topographical map of Egypt appeared on the adjacent wall.
"Our search shall begin like this. Once we touch down we will immediately head for the Valley of the Kings. According to our research, this is the ideal location the device would have been hidden long ago during the Pharaoh's reign. However there is a problem: No one agrees exactly which Pharaoh or which tomb. Some say it was Ramses II while others one of his sons that succeeded. Some argue the device and its acquisition can be dated back to the 18th dynasty." Captain Reznov explained to the group before him. The map then highlighted the Valley of the Kings, showcasing in red text the numerous tombs that have been discovered in recent years.
"We believe the device to be in one of these here four tombs: Ramses II, the IV, Seti the II and Amenhotep the II. This is our destination" Captain Reznov said facing the group.
One of the Prime Minster's staff raised his hand. "Captain with so much doubt how can we be sure this device even exists?" he asked.
"We can be sure. There is corroborating historical evidence showing that not only was this device in Egypt's possession, it was handed down through each succession of the Pharaoh's line. Now, obviously for reasons we can't know, it was lost to time but still all the evidence point to one of these four locations." Captain Reznov answered. He turned his attention back to the map as Colonel Gruzinsky took point.
"We will divide our men into three teams. Alpha, led by Michael" he said gesturing to the alpha Werewolf standing nearest Vladimir whom nodded, "will search the tomb of Ramses II. Team Beta will search Ramses the IV and team Omega shall search Seti the II. We will have a fourth team composed of Captain Reznov and his men search the final tomb. Now in terms of security, we shall establish a containment zone here" he said pointing to the north east section "just beyond the initial border. Anything that tries to interfere shall be dealt with" Colonel Gruzinsky explained looking around the room. Most of the people present seemed to agree with this plan. After answering a few more questions, Captain Reznov again took point.
"If everything goes according to plan, we should encounter little resistance." He said calmly folding his arms.
"What of the enemy? Any word on their movements?" someone asked. Vladimir answered, "No word has been made on Klaus' activity. He most likely is preparing to try and interfere. He knows we know where these devices are."
"Devices? Meaning more than one?" a female politician asked fixing her square wire frame glasses and staring curiously at Vladimir.
"Yes. Sir Integra of the Hellsing Organization is preparing for her own forces to intercept and find the one device buried in the ruins of ancient Carthage. Once we acquire both we can place them in safe keeping, until we figure out a better course of action. This mission is of top priority: The Prime Minister himself has made it abundantly clear. Not only that but the more pressing matter; Klaus needs these to complete his goal. We find these, and we effectively put a halt to his plans. Are there any other questions?" Vladimir asked.
No one else seemed to have any objections. With that he nodded and motioned for the map to be taken off. "We depart within two days, I'll have a full mission summary ready for the Prime Minister by then" Vladimir said rising from his seat. He nodded at Michael, whom returned the nod.
The meeting soon ended and the attendants departed. Vladimir retreated into his personal study, joining him were his wife, Michael, Captain Reznov and Colonel Grunzinsky.
"You didn't mention it? About Klaus still hiding something" Mariska asked him as he crossed his legs and planted them on the desk before him. Sitting more comfortably he said, "Why would I? That'd just incite more panic. Besides knowing how they work it would only start more talk of how I'm not fit to be a leader." Vladimir stated. Captain Reznov frowned before saying "Man this bastard is really something, to be orchestrating something of this magnitude. But one thing has me confused. He awoke Theokoles, but hasn't set him loose. Why? If Theokoles is every bit as terrifying and powerful as they say then shouldn't Klaus have just rolled him on through? Especially knowing we're closing in on him?" he asked curiously.
Colonel Gruzinsky calmly nodded his head. "In battle, it's not very beneficial to roll out your trump card before the stage is even set. I imagine that Klaus is preparing not just Theokoles, but all his minions to do battle. We will face them, soon, very soon." He said staring at no one in particular.
Vladimir sighed and leaned back in his seat. "Man I swear when this is all over we should all probably retire" he said lightly joking. Captain Reznov laughed, "You definitely sound like your old man" he said causing Vladimir and Mariska to chuckle.
Meanwhile, Michael, Raul, Karl and Hiro were in the archives room going through ancient research. Michael was busy flipping through a text book, facing one of the book shelves while the others skimmed through the opposite shelves. "My question it, who the hell placed the devices there? If we go by what the ancient texts say, then why would the Pharaoh or any other ancient ruler bury these devices? Why not continue passing them along with each successor?" Michael asked placing a book away and then turning to the others. Karl folded his arms and leaned against the wall.
"Maybe we're going about this the wrong way. Maybe they weren't accidentally lost to time or whatever" he suggested. Raul didn't seem to buy it, nor did Hiro as both men stared. "What are you saying? You think someone purposefully hid them away to be discovered centuries later?" he asked.
Karl cocked an eyebrow before narrowing his amber eyes. "I'm saying given what we know of Klaus and LOD, we must be prepared to face any reality. Think of it: Klaus knows if he gets his hands on these he can accomplish his goal. I find it too fantastic that as resourceful and manipulative as he is, he would be unsuccessful in finding them. I think we should consider the possibility this is all one big set up. What if Klaus placed these devices, locked away in secrecy with the knowledge he would one day find a way to gain them again?" Karl said.
Hiro replied, "If Klaus had them why didn't he use them?"
"That's the dilemma we keep coming to" Michael said walking forward towards the exit. "There is something that happened. Something that forced Klaus to postpone his goal. Maybe there was a certain step in the process that he overlooked, or maybe Klaus just screwed up. Point is, we need to get this thing before LOD does." He said turning to face the others who nodded. The doors opened and in walked Sergei. He blinked, briefly scanned the room and said "Anyone see Alex?" he asked.
Karl shrugged, "Nope."
Hiro merely shook his head while Raul formed a cheesy shit eating grin. "Irina stopped by earlier." Was all he said as he then watched Sergei's changing expression.
In New York…
Rosette sat at her desk, busy filling out a report on recent activity. She was trying to get a fix on who Kazuya may target next. All of his victims were wanted criminals, some even were in the FBI's most wanted list. Their crimes ranged from rape, pedophilia, torture, murder, to seemingly 'non violent crimes' such as adultery and perjury. It didn't make sense to Rosette: Here was a man, systematically eliminating anyone from petty drug dealers to contract killers. His crimes seemed random, but his victims carefully chosen and there was a distinct pattern; each victim being a wanted criminal.
Rosette was then reminded of something she spoke with briefly to Vladimir back in Russia. Prompted by this memory she picked up the phone and punched in a number, waiting patiently for the other line to pick up.
"Hello?" It was Vladimir.
"Hello Vladimir, it's Rosette." She answered leaning back.
"Ah yes, good to hear from you. How are things?" he asked casually. Rosette sighed, and then explained the situation. The recent killings and Kazuya's path of destruction across the city and her attempt to narrow the search down. Vladimir listened patiently as Rosette explained everything, when she finished he began to reply.
"Glad you called, we went through the same problem here. I'll break it down like this: This guy, is the single most dangerous man you will likely ever face. Rosette, New York is not the only place he's struck. We've had every top law enforcement agency from the CIA to Interpol tell us they've been tracking his killings for years. By our own estimates, the killings go back as far as 50 years. We worked out a very basic profile of how he selects his victims. He starts with sexual criminals, rapists and the like. Next he goes after mob bosses and crime lords followed by thieves and con artists and lastly murderers. What was his last kill?' Vladimir asked.
Rosette reached for a sheet of paper and read from it. "Two men in Central Park. All of them gang members and all were wanted for murder in connection to gang activity, one was a notorious Mafia enforcer." She answered as she heard Vladimir sigh.
"Yeah sounds about right. If we are correct the pattern will go back to him targeting someone convicted of a sexual crime. Cross reference this information with any offenders listed for sex crimes and you might be able to narrow it down." Vladimir said.
Rosette frowned, "Easier said than done. This is New York, we have an exhaustive list of sex offenders, many of whom have never been properly tried by the court system." She said.
Vladimir said, "I know. If it helps, focus on criminals who targeted middle aged women that had young children, criminals that targeted prostitutes and criminals that exploited children. It's our assumption that someone close to the killer was victimized, all his killings against sex offenders are usually the most violent."
"Ok, this really helps, thank you Vladimir" Rosette said.
"Any time, please call if you need any other assistance" Vladimir answered and then hung up. Rosette turned her attention to her computer screen, she had received an email. It was a newsletter about tonight's city council meeting to discuss the renovations taking place across the city. She didn't think much of it, until she read the guest list. Aside from obvious ones, such as the Mayor one name in particular struck out to her.
City Councilman Rodrigo Espada. Rosette remembered the controversy surrounding that name. Five years ago, several aides of the council man came forward with accusations of sexual misconduct, ranging from groping to licentious comments. One woman even claimed to have been drugged and assaulted by the man during a private gala. The police conducted a thorough investigation, but discrepancies in the testimony of the woman and a big mishap with the defense team resulted in the case being dismissed. After that, more women approached, with more accusations of being sexually assaulted, all against different city councilman.
Now looking through it with fresh eyes Rosette began to wonder: Was there an under lying movement to keep these crimes hush? How could so many women, accuse high prominent men of rape under false pretenses. Looking at the screen Rosette leaned back, holding her head in her hands. Suddenly she sprang up straight in her chair, a horrible thought crossing her mind: All the men involved in tonight's meeting had been accused of sexual crimes. One of them had even been arrested for inappropriately touching and harassing an under aged teen, though he was never charged due to his victim dropping charges at the last moment.
As Rosette continued reading the list of guests who would appear, she began to realize that this may be the next set of killings. It was just a stretch but she needed to be sure. Rosette then remembered Vladimir's advice. She pulled up her database and cross referenced convicted sexual offenders where the victims were middle aged mothers of young children. The list was exhaustive so she narrowed it down, beginning 50 years ago around the time the first span of killings began. Rosette continued scrolling down the screen until a particular story caught her eye.
"In 1964 police responded to a house fire which destroyed an upscale mansion in a remote and affluent neighborhood in upstate New York. Only two survivors, a mother and her young son were reported. However despite their efforts the mysterious woman and her child were never seen again. Their family, 10 individuals were killed in the blaze. Police were never sure of the motives for the fire and the cause has never been disclosed. Years later in a remote village in New York, police responded to a 911 call and found a woman, horribly and savagely beaten, tortured and gang raped. Her young infant son was the witness to the shocking crime which tore the community apart. However, once the scene was canvased the boy disappeared, leading some to believe he escaped into the world to hide from his mother's killers. Then, five years later over a course of six months, over 20 sexual offenders were systematically hunted down and killed leading police to suspect it was in retaliation for the murder of Annabelle Hale and for the Hale family fire years past."
Rosette stared, slowly raising her hand to cover her mouth. Could this be? This killer stalking the streets, was he that same boy from all those years ago? But, how could he? Surely he would be an aged man, not the type capable of extreme violence such as this? What was the cause of that fire? Why was this woman killed and her son vanished, never to be seen from again? Rosette slowly started to have an awful sense of dread creep into her heart: There was something sinister at work, some awful cover up and it was all connected.
The Hale family fire, The murder of Annabelle Hale, The mysterious killings that spanned dozens of countries ranging across three continents beginning half a century ago, the killings here in New York and more recently Russia. They were all connected, but Rosette still wasn't sure.
Standing up she grabbed some papers and headed out her office, quickly checking her watch.
The time was 8:45. She had two hours.
In Russia…
Entering his room Michael flicked on the light, squinted then watched in surprise at who sat up straight on the bed. Kathy sat, legs crossed and smiling gently. She was wearing a black sleeveless top and black leggings which hugged her legs tightly, showcasing her luscious curves. Exactly how Michael liked it.
"Something up?" he asked.
She continued smiling, "It's late and everyone else has gone to bed. But you, you never kissed me goodnight" she said. Michael felt his jaw drop, and then quickly closed it. Walking over he pulled her up to her feet then leaned in for a deep passionate kiss. Kathy pressed the kiss a little harder, rubbing his chest and body before breaking it and staring in his eyes. "I take it there's something else?' Michael asked chuckling and holding her close. Kathy leaned in again, planting more kisses. She kissed him, long and good, again and again and again and again. Michael was surprised by her amorousness. "Well shit something has you in a good mood" he said.
"Tonight" she said causing him to look in confusion. What did tonight mean? "Tonight" Michael repeated. What was tonight? Did they have an important mission coming up soon? Was there something to celebrate?
Realization hit as he felt her press up against his body, moving her hand down to his groin and beginning to tenderly stroke him. It felt good, damned good.
"Oh" he said. Then his eyes widened. "Oh shit, now?" he asked surprised. Kathy kissed him again and again. "There's something I've wanted to say to you, something I've felt since we fought in St. Petersburgh. I know how crazy things are going to get so I don't want to risk not having the right time to say it. Before I met you, I never really fared well with guys. It was always one excuse after another: I wasn't pretty enough, I was too skinny, I needed to lose weight, I wouldn't give it up right way, I was a prude, I was too 'smart'. It left me a little jaded about relationships, love even" she said staring to his eyes. Michael froze; he knew where she was headed. "But being with you I finally know what it's like. You make me feel like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world. That I'm strong and can do anything I want. And it's made me realize that…" Kathy said leaning closer, keeping her face inches from his as her heart quickened. "I love you, Michael"
Michael stared before a wide smile formed. "I love you too. But…tonight, Kathy you sure? I mean…" he said drawing off as she looked at him curiously. "When we give in to our desires, there's a part of us that comes out." Michael began but Kathy held up her hand. "I'll stop your there, I trust you. You won't hurt me"
"I've never wanted it, really, before tonight. But now I'm ready." Kathy said kissing him again. Michael decided not to press any further, eventually succumbing to his desire for her. Wrapping his arms he pulled her in close, caressing and groping her as he returned the kiss. Caressing his face and rubbing his chest Kathy began breathing harder. Michael went and scooped her up into his arms, moving towards the bed. Gently placing her down he leaned back, removing his shirt and tossing it to the floor. Kathy watched his muscular frame, feeling both desire and uneasiness. Not only was this her first time, but she had only a vague idea of what to expect, or, what to feel. Would it hurt? She had once talked with some of her old girlfriends about it. Some said it hurts, others that it would be mind blowing pleasure.
Snapping out of her thoughts she watched as he climbed on top, placing more kisses on her body as she leaned back. He took his hands, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, pushing it open and exposing her generous breasts. Kathy removed her shirt as Michael began caressing her body.
Michael removed his pants, throwing them behind him as he moved towards Kathy's legs, groping her thighs as she slid her leggings down and slowly slid them off. Now laying before him in her underwear, Kathy slowly unhooked the clip to her bra letting the straps slide down her body as her breasts soon swung freely. Michael then went and slowly slid down her panties. Both were now lying completely naked, rubbing against each other. Leaning over, Michael caressed and rubbed Kathy's breasts before kissing her above her chest, sliding his tongue and flicking between them as Kathy rolled her head back, breathing harder. The two began kissing again, more passionately, rubbing and feeling each other's bodies.
Michael positioned himself on top, stroking her face and kissing her before he said "Ready?" Kathy smiled back and said, "Yes"
With that Michael gently spread her legs, taking her by the hips and holding her as he pressed against her. Kathy breathed in sharply but soon relaxed as he very slowly slid inside.
Immediately, Kathy breathed hard, biting on her lower lip. "Ow ow ow ow" she said causing Michael to pause, horrified he might have hurt her. "No, it's fine. Go on. Go on, I promise" she said assuring him as he slid inside again. Michael began sliding in and out. Kathy felt him as he slid in deep then back out. He kissed her lips, her neck, licked her breasts and chest as she rolled her head back. Michael began moving a little faster; sliding in and out as he gripped her hips.
Kathy pulled him closer to her, feeling every inch of him. Leaning her head back she closed her eyes, breathing hard and heavy. Opening them, her amber eyes flashed suddenly. Kathy gripped Michael tightly, feeling his back and shoulders. Opening her mouth a slight moan escaped, which quickly turned into a small growl. Her fangs lengthened as a slight hiss escaped her throat and her nails formed into sharp claws. Before she realized, Kathy succumbed to primal passion as she bit into Michael's shoulder and simultaneously scratched him.
Michael flinched, staring at her until she regained control. Horrified, her eyes returned to normal and her claws receded as she covered her mouth. "Oh my God I'm so sorry!" she said. The bite to his shoulder wasn't severe, a small trickle of blood formed which soon vanished as the wound healed. Michael shook his head and then started laughing, confusing Kathy. "Your Werewolf powers intensifies during this, don't be ashamed" he said chuckling. Pushing past what she just did, Kathy smiled and kissed him as they resumed their love making. Michael and Kathy held their faces inches from each other, rubbing their noses as he tenderly stroked her face. The passion between them was almost palpable.
The two continued for several moments with Michael thrusting in deeper and faster. In and out. In and out. Kathy rubbed and felt the mountain of muscles across his shoulders and back, pulling him close as he slid in deeper. Then with a burst of pleasure, Michael reached his climax, a wave of sensation cascading through his body. Breathing hard he chuckled, leaned over as Kathy was sweating and breathing heavy herself.
He kissed her, long and good as they held the embrace. "That…was fantastic." She complimented and then giggled. "Was I too hard?" he asked but she shook her head. "No, it was everything I imagined it would be, for my first time."
Sometime later, after numerous more 'love sessions' the pair lay cuddled close to each other. Michael had his arm wrapped around Kathy as she scooted closer. He then unwrapped himself, sitting up straight as Kathy looked at him.
"What is it?" she asked.
Michael put on a serious expression, holding her hands as he sighed and stared into her eyes. "I've been waiting for a while to say this, and I'm going to do this right." He said taking a deep breath.
"Kathleen Michelle Cohen" he began as she stared into his eyes. "I claim you as my mate. I promise to always love you, and to cherish, and to honor and protect you. I will share flesh, only with you, I will hunt, only with you, I will bear pups only with you. Do you accept?" he said waiting for her response.
Kathy's eyes widened, her breath quickened. Moments passed before she smiled and said "Yes, yes I do. I will be your mate"
Michael pulled Kathy in for another kiss, holding her tight. He felt the warmth of her skin, tasted the sweetness of her lips, her luscious scent. He finally found a mate, someone to love forever. Succumbing to their love and passion, Michael gently laid Kathy back down on the bed, climbing on top as he felt her warmth. Closing her eyes and feeling as he pressed against, the two resumed their love making, lasting well into the night.
At Hellsing…
"Sir Integra, there is a call to your private line" Walter said noticing her buzzer flashing. Integra eyes it curiously, she had already sent Alucard and Seras for the device in Carthage so it wouldn't be one of them. Pressing the button she spoke very abruptly.
"Who is this?"
"My my such impoliteness, surely you British folk have better manners than that" the voice said.
Integra hissed as her face twisted in a dark scowl; that heavy and silky Italian accent belonged to only one man.
"Maxwell! And what in God's name do you want calling me?" Integra shouted angrily while Walter raised his eyebrow curiously.
"Instead of shouting, hear me out. My intentions are honest. We here at Iscariot have been monitoring the enemy's activities. We are aware that LOD is planning to mobilize soon. Integra, perhaps a partnership would best sui-"
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" Integra shouted slamming her fist on the desk. "I don't believe you! Don't think we've forgotten about how you fools acted in Badrick. We also know of Anderson's encounter with the assassin in Russia and your interference with the Order of the Crosses investigation. Now you expect us to believe you want to assist? Bullshit!" she shouted.
Integra could hear Anderson calmly clear his throat before chuckling. "I didn't expect you to forget. But understand this: LOD has wronged our organization as well, they have committed deep transgressions against Iscariot and for that they must pay. Integra, we know of your mission to Carthage. If I send Anderson, can we expect cooperation?"
"You've got to be kidding me." Integra said shaking her head and swearing under her breath. "Look. I don't give a damn what you do. All I will say is this: If you stand in Hellsing's way, we will destroy you and Iscariot. And just so we're clear, I'll be letting Vladimir and the Order of the Cross of your little plans, try anything and you'll have to deal with them also" Integra threatened.
Maxwell again chuckled. "My dearest Integra. You really don't understand anything. Iscariot is protecting its own name, we're not doing this to try and make things amicable between you Protestant scum or those Russian vagabonds. His Holiness the Pope has commanded that we right the wrongs LOD has caused us. You don't fully realize what it is we're fighting; the Catholic Church has been trying to erase the stain of LOD long before we fought against the vampire scourge." Maxwell stated with bitterness creeping into his voice.
Integra froze; she looked at Walter, who shrugged his shoulders and then back to her intercom. "What are you saying? Do you mean to tell me…that Iscariot…that the Church knew about LOD all this time?" she said.
"I am saying that Iscariot is going to make sure LOD does not go through with their maddening plot. You can cooperate or not, the choice is yours. Good day." And with that Maxwell hung up the phone.
Integra turned to Walter, "Just what the hell did that mean?"
"I've no clue Madam, Iscariot is always up to something shady and underhanded." Walter replied. Integra folded her arms, fixing her glasses as she frowned. "No, it must mean something more. Remember what we learned? LOD began as the Gnostic sects, spreading heresy and falsehood within the early church. Then just as abruptly as they appear, suddenly, they vanish, going into underground. Why? If Klaus was bold enough to oppose the early church what would make him stop?" she asked.
Walter then said, "What are you getting at?"
"Just bear with me, Walter" Integra said sitting back down at her desk. She then said, "Maxwell said they have been fighting to eliminate and oppose LOD since before the vampire menace. Iscariot likes to always brag on how they began with the formation of the early church. Well, if they knew of Klaus and LOD, and had been fighting against them ever since, why do you think Klaus would take his group underground, where they would remain low key for centuries? Walter, I am seriously beginning to believe we're on to a much bigger consipiracy than we've been led to believe. This is more than just protecting free will and stopping Klaus. Remember that feeling I had before, about Klaus hiding something? What if this is it? Walter, what if Klaus actually had support from the early Catholic church?"
Walter simply stared, unsure of his immediate response. "With all respect Sir Integra, have you listened to yourself? Iscariot is one thing but to actually suggest that the early Christian church would…no, I'm sorry my lady but this is too much. Even Iscariot has its standards, however far gone they may be." He said rather adamantly.
Integra took no offense to what Walter stated, finding herself in agreement. "I'm not offended Walter, and in many ways I don't even agree with myself. But my heart tells me there is still more to this mystery to be discovered. But for now, let's make sure we acquire these devices. Then we can move towards discovering what it is Klaus is still hiding." Integra said facing Walter who gave a small bow and said, "But of course madam."
In New York…
"Rosette you are sure?" Director McGrath asked for the fourth time. Rosette stood in front of him, arms folded as she nodded and said "Yes. I've checked this over dozens of times there's no mistake. I contacted the Order of the Cross and spoke with Vladimir over how this killer selects his targets. Sexual offenders are almost always saved for last before he repeats the process. For tonight's planned city council meeting, half of the council members involved were accused of sexual crimes with a couple actually being arrested and tried but never convicted. Sir, it is my strong professional opinion this is where he will attack next." Rosette said. Director McGrath prepared to respond when a voice halted him.
"I'm sorry that is far too fantastic"
Rosette cringed; the thick and abrasive Long Island accent belonged to none other than Chief Quinton. He walked into the office, followed by two of his aides. Chief Quinton then said, "The city council meeting is taking place in a secure location. Some of the best of NYPD are working as security for the event. One man alone will not be able to enter unobtrused." He said confidently.
Rosette countered by pointing out such a thing has occurred in the past. "That hasn't stopped this guy before. Look I've done the research. This guy is able to even sneak into government agencies, kill his target and exit. An investigator from Europol explained to me how he's even targeted high ranking public officials in the past and executed them when under high level security." Rosette stated but Chief Quinton dismissed it as nonsense.
"I don't care what some jack ass from wherever says, the simple fact is we have no hard reason to believe he will target there. To act based on some wild theories will incite panic." He said. Rosette glared angrily, "Chief don't be an idiot. How many more need to die before we start taking this more seriously? If we don't act and he strikes tonight then we lose credibility as law enforcement and we lose the public's trust" Rosette said trying to keep calm.
Director McGrath raised his hand calmly and said, "Rosette if it will ease this tension perhaps we can reach a compromise. You deploy a special unit to tonight's meeting. If this killer makes his move we can catch him." He said but Rosette frowned.
"That's just the thing, the meeting started 20 minutes ago. It might be too late" Rosette said.
"Doesn't matter, go, quickly Rosette." He responded as Chief Quinton grit his teeth. He turned swiftly on his heel, his two aides scampering to keep up with him.
Rosette thanked Director McGrath and left. Checking her watch she saw that it was now 9:22. She hoped to God she wouldn't be too late.
Meanwhile across the city at City Hall, the meeting was busy taking place. Sitting in one of the conference rooms at a large round table were the Mayor of New York, city council members Pedro Chavez, Rodrigo Espada, Cynthia Anderson, Julia Quinn and Manhattan District Attorney Catherine Steele along with four other council members. The topic of discussion ranged from the city's budget, to construction renovations, education, finance and juvenile justice.
However, tonight's meeting masked a darker ulterior motive: The individuals present, save for the Mayor were part of the vast and shadowy conspiracy concerning Kazuya's family and their deaths. The men themselves were guilty of various manners of sexual crimes as Rosette had earlier researched. It was for these reasons Kazuya had marked them all for death. Tonight would culminate with his greatest kill; within the meeting is the one who ordered the death of his family.
Three levels down, several court guards were busy making their rounds. One of them, looked up, reaching for his sidearm when he noticed a tall individual dressed in all black garbs. The individual stopped, slowly raising his head as the others guards took notice.
"Hey, this area is off limits. Hey! You there! The hell do you think you're doing?" the guard said, tensing his body.
Kazuya slowly raised his head, staring at the guards before him. His black cloak along with his white mask casting fear in their hearts as he noticed a few noticeably trembling. He took a step forward as the guards drew their guns. Above him, the black spectral form hovered as its wicked grin spread and it began laughing. Kazuya's eyes flashed as he reached for his blade.
"We will spread the blood of the wicked. We will punish those that transgress God's Law" he spoke in dual voices; his voice heavy and dark while also echoing with a slight high pitch. The court guards began shaking as they raised their guns.
"What the hell is he?" one shouted.
"SHOOT!" his partner said as they opened fire. The bullets sailed straight for Kazuya, who simply spread his feet as a black mist appeared in front, shielding him from the bullets. Kazuya began chuckling, his body glowing with a rippling black aura as he pulled his sword from his body.
"Die" he said and waved it once as dozens upon dozens of thin curved blades of black projectiles with a red tint flew towards the guards, slicing them to bits as their screams carried out. Kazuya threw his head back, laughing wildly.
"Come on Kazuya, let's show these fools. Come, let the slaughter begin!" the entity shouted rearing back and howling. Kazuya grinned, giggling with delight at the mayhem he was creating. Immediately, all hell broke loose as city hall became gripped in panic. Kazuya continued his assault, not bothering with trying to be stealthy, consumed by his hatred and rage.
"We're under attack! Secure th-" one guard began but was cut down, Kazuya slicing his head clean off. More guards approached, firing their weapons. Kazuya stood, allowing his body to be riddled by the bullets as he threw his head back, laughing with sheer sadistic pleasure.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! That won't be enough to kill us! Come on boys, you've got to do better than that!" he shouted in dual voices and sprinted forward.
In the conference room, the intercom buzzed as Mayor Stewart pressed the button.
"Hello? Officer? What's wrong, what's going on we heard screams and shouting" she asked.
"Mayor Stewart there's an intruder, he's killing all the guards. Stay where you are we will send a unit to secure you until we take care of…oh..OH JESUS!" The next thing they could hear was the guards awful cries as he was cut down, followed by loud banging, gunfire and the wild laughs of Kazuya.
Mayor Stewart looked around, the politicians became visibly panicked as her eyes widened in realization of the situation.
Kazuya entered the second level, with more guard firing their weapons. His body was covered in blood stains, from his own wounds and from his victims. Kazuya did not seem fazed, instead he kept pressing on. Two more guards approached, firing from their hand guns as Kazuya raised his sword, slashing one across the stomach before spinning and slicing off the leg of the second, dropping him to the floor and stabbing him through the heart. The man cried out, blood seeping from his wounds. Kazuya stood to full height and felt as suddenly, the cold point of a gun was pointed at his head.
"Don't move, the police have been called. The building sealed, there's no way out for you. I suspect you have less than 15 minutes" The guard in question this time was a woman of middle aged with blonde hair tied into a bun as she held her weapon against Kazuya. She watched in curiousity a she began chuckling.
"Only 15 minutes. Even if you had 15 hours, I would burn this entire building into ash." Kazuya said slowly turning his head. The female officer pressed the gun tighter, but then felt as her body started going numb and she couldn't move. Kazuya fully turned, watching her growing fearful expression as her eyes widened and she tried in vain to fire off her gun. Kazuya then concentrated, summoning telekinetic powers as her then ruthlessly snapped her neck, only he didn't stop there as he completely turned her head around, the sickening crunch of bones could be heard as her body fell limp.
Kazuya shook his head, the entity widening its grin as it chuckled. "And now our hunt continues" they spoke together as Kazuya continued his path.
Meanwhile, fast approaching in a speeding car were Rosette and Dexter. They pulled to the curb of City Hall, the area already swamped by SWAT and police officers who had the streets closed off. "Jesus Dex we have to hurry" she said jumping out followed closely by Dexter who flashed his badge to the Captain in charged as the two headed up the steps to enter inside.
"You've got 10 minutes, after that the big boys are coming!" the Captain called from behind them.
Back inside, the council members were frantically trying to reach the outside.
"They say it's that killer that's been terrorizing the city. Why is he here?" Cynthia shouted as she paced back and forth, gripping her business suit tightly. More chatter and shouting began about their fates and the approach of Kazuya began, until someone silenced.
"Because of his mother" said Pedro calmly folding his arms. Everyone stared at him.
"You know who this person is? But how? And what do you mea-"
"Save it, Catherine. We knew this day would come. Did you honestly believe it wasn't him? The signs were apparent. The criminals he targeted, the method he killed them. It's him, the Hale child from all those years ago" Pedro explained. "He's come to avenge his mother, for what he ordered those men to do" he said.
Mayor Stewart stared, horrified and confused. She had no clue what was going on.
"Then does that mean that…Klaus knows?" Rodrigo asked. Pedro said, "Not only does he know, I imagine he may have even ordered this. Nonetheless, he will probably kill us all" he said calmly.
Julia jumped up from her seat, "Fuck this! I never wanted part in that incident! All I wanted was money and immortality, I'm not waiting for some mad man to come and kill me!" she shouted rushing for the exit. Before anyone could stop her she grabbed the door, attempting to leave. As the door opened, she came face to face with Kazuya, who stared with murderous intent before deftly taking his sword and completely bisecting the council member in swift movements, sending her blood splattering. The council members cried out in horror as Kazuya slowly entered, staring with deadly precision.
Kazuya began slowly making his way around the room, cutting and slicing any in his path to pieces. He killed Rodrigo by slicing off both arms before decapitating him; punishment for the sexual assaults he was never convicted of. Next was Pedro Espada, killed swiftly by a stab through his throat for lewd acts with teen girls. Council Member Julia Quinn met a similar fate. Her crime: The seduction and licentious affair she committed with a 15 year old high school student years back. Kazuya continued his gory conquest, killing the remaining council members. Their blood pooling on the walls and on the ground. Their awful wails and cries of agony filling the air.
Kazuya paused, only one remained and that was Mayor Stewart who cowered in the corner, hugging her knees tightly and whimpering. Kazuya approached as she again whimpered.
"Please stop, just stop. No more killing, please spare me" she pleaded, tears beginning to stream from her face.
Kazuya cocked his head; he had no quarrel with the Mayor.
"We only killed those that transgressed God's law. We will not kill you." He spoke again, his dual voice echoing and sending a terrifying chill into Mayor Stewart who stared at him.
"God's Law? THIS is for God? You murdered innocent men and women here! This is NOT what God would want! You aren't killing for God, you're killing for your own selfish vendetta!" she shouted angrily.
Kazuya prepared to speak when a voice behind him froze him in his steps.
"Kazuya Hale!"
He paused, slowly turning to find Rosette and Dexter standing in the doorway, Dexter aiming his pistol for Kazuya as Rosette glared and said again, "Kazuya Hale!"
Kazuya turned to face them, beginning to tremble. Rosette took a cautious step forward before beginning to speak.
"I know why you do this. It's because you're angry. You're angry at the men who took your mother from you, your family and who covered it up. You were only 8 when she died, and her death was covered up and the ones responsible went into hiding. So you became determined to punish all who broke God's law. But please think, is this what your mother would want? Her son to be a wanted fugitive, criminal and murderer? For your mother, for Annabelle Hale. Please, end it all tonight" Rosette pleaded walking forward again causing Dexter to take a cautious step, his gun aimed right for Kazuya's heart.
Kazuya trembled. "You…know what happened, to my mother?" he asked. Rosette nodded, "No child should ever witness that." She said again moving forward with Dexter at her back.
"Rosette we shouldn't even bother. As much as he's killed and look at him. There's something…unnatural about him. I can sense it. I haven't sensed something as strong since….since when I first met Sion" Dexter said still eyeing Kazuya cautiously.
Kazuya stared at the bodies around the room, then at his sword as he flicked the blood off.
"To hell with this chick! Kill these clowns Kazuya!"
"No…I have to remember her, I must remember my mother." Kazuya answered back.
"Fuck that! We've come too far to quit!"
"I'm not quitting. He wasn't here. He wasn't here damn it!" Kazuya shouted tossing his sword to the floor.
"Kazuya come on! Don't quit on me now. We'll get him together!"
Kazuya began suppressing the entity within, ignoring its profanity laced cries as he faced Rosette. Kazuya then slowly reached for his mask, removed it, and let it fall to the floor watching Rosette and Dexter's changing expression at his face.
"I've come so far…and I still haven't found him. It's over." Kazuya said dropping to his knees and holding his head low. Rosette sighed, closing her eyes. "Do it Dex" she said slowly re-opening them.
Dexter placed his gun away, walking forward with a pair of handcuffs out. "Kazuya Hale, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent." Dexter began saying.
And lastly…
The doors swung open, exposing a massive throne room with a massive stone table in the center before a stone throne which ascended before a large flight of stairs.
"My my it's been a while since I've seen this place. How long, since we last were summoned?" one individual, a tall and lanky man with slick backed grey hair answered, dressed in black robes. A woman with dark brown hair styled in a long braid answered. "50 years. Not since the incident with Kazuya. I wonder if he's even still alive?" she asked as someone else laughed.
"Have you not been following? He's been cutting a path of destruction these past few years, killing any poor sap in his way. I hear he had a run in with the Vatican's top lackey, the Paladin Anderson" they said as the individuals were seated at the table. The doors to the chamber again opened, more individuals coming in.
Rogue was first to enter, the massive and lumbering brute hissing deeply as his eyes scanned the individuals before him. Next to step in was Tristan, followed closely by Rashkor. Victoria entered in next with Mugetsu following close suit. Lastly Drake and Rein entered lastly. Everyone now sat at the table. Rogue however stood at attention near the steps leading to the throne.
Suddenly, he looked up, his eyes intensifying as he gave a low hiss.
"RIIIIIISSSE" he shouted, his booming voice echoing as everyone stood to their feet. Entering the room, was Klaus. Klaus was again dressed in black robes with a large hood pulled over. He wore a white mask with slitted eye holes and red streaks resembling tear drops descending down. Klaus wore loose black pants tucked into black boots. His robe was tied by a crimson red belt sash tied into a bow. Klaus calmly walked inside, greeting his minions with a respectful nod as most returned the gesture.
"Good evening, dearest brothers and sisters." Klaus said approaching his throne as Rogue rumbled a greeting.
"I have gathered you all here for the first time in half a century. Much has changed my friends. We are ever closer to realizing our goal." Klaus said ascending the steps before turning and taking a seat at his throne, overlooking his subordinates.
"Rogue, Drake, Mugetsu, Tristan, Victoria, Rashkor, Sage, Ryoga, Rein, Arthur, Krista. Know that your ambitions shall be fulfilled if you complete your goals. Our enemies are on the move, but they are no match for us. Rest assured friends, true peace is at hand" Klaus said.
"HAHAHA! Still on with that stupid shit huh?" a voice said entering the room as all eyes were drawn on him. Theokoles entered, arms hanging low and with a smug and confidant grin on his face. Theokoles approached the steps to the throne, Rogue taking a step forward and growling as his fist clenched tightly. Theokoles sneered, "You feeling froggy big boy? Go ahead. I fuckin' dare you" he challenged.
"Stop it" Klaus said strongly and causing some members of the group to look on questioningly. "I do not enjoy squabbling before my throne." He said eyeing Theokoles who threw his head back in laughter.
"Man you lot are a trip. I really do wish you had let me stay in my grave. All this talk of bringing peace when what you really want is to play God." Theokoles quipped turning his back and beginning to walk.
"I would watch your tone demon, as you address our leader, Klaus" The woman from before said, Sage as she glared. Theokoles ignored her, instead turning back to Klaus. "Remember what we discussed before. I'll help you with your goal, but just remember what will happen if you screw up" and with that he turned and left.
Klaus chuckled, crossing one leg over. "As I was saying, know that the time is at hand. No more waiting in the shadows. No more manipulating the humans. From now on we all move forward with my Eye of Heaven plan, to bring mankind to its true glory and to create a world free from malice or strife. Our enemies know where the devices are. But do not fret, let them take them. They still do not understand their full power nor are they aware of our true intentions. And besides" Klaus said scanning the room.
"He hasn't been found yet. Once we find him, then I can finally leave this dreaded state I am in. I want it to be made perfectly clear: Our primary objective is locating and securing his tomb, before our enemies become aware of things. Once we have him we can move forward with our goal. Once I leave this state, we move to secure the final piece necessary to my plot. Everyone knows what is expected of them. Failure will not be tolerated. Do we have an agreement?" Klaus asked. His question was met with silence. Klaus then leaned back more comfortably in his seat, resting his chin in his palm as he again chuckled and narrowed his eyes.
"We are close, so very close. True peace is at hand. This is just but one final step to ending the world." He said.
End Chapter
Sorry if you guys feel this may be a bit rushed. I would have posted weeks ago but one of my classes got real crazy and some last minute stuff had to be scrapped. Next chapter shall come up soon.
Coming next, the Order of the Cross leads a task force to Egypt in search of the device hidden there. Once they arrive, the wolf pack splits up, along with the strike team to the four locations They discover not only the hidden artifact, but a powerful secret long since buried in the desert. It turns Klaus is not only searching for the device, but something else. Something that was hidden away long ago to prevent his goal from coming to fruition. While searching through the ruins, Captain Reznov discovers a horrifying and terrible reality concerning Klaus' true identity. Klaus is not just after the remaining devices, but in fact may be working to restore himself to his former power and glory.
In New York, the assassin, Kazuya has been captured by the FBI. After the devastation caused by his latest killings, he faces justice for the lives he has taken. Kazuya recounts a bit of his past and why he seeks vengeance for the death of his family. During his capture, he reveals his past connection and association with LOD and more specifically Klaus. Rosette, Sion, Seth and Dexter then discover a terrible reality: Someone working for LOD has infiltrated the FBI's top chain of command under Klaus' orders. A betrayal is in the midst and it just may be the individual Kazuya has been seeking for over 50 years.
Meanwhile, Nero and Dante track down the cult leader and confront him. The leader reveals a shocking twist, but someone from LOD is sent to silence him. Can Nero and Dante unravel the mystery behind their relation to each other?
Hellsing sends Alucard and Seras for the last device, only to find Anderson has also entered the fray. Despite tensions mounting, the trio agree to work together.
The journey to stop Klaus' plot is wrought with great danger. As our heroes put the pieces together they begin to learn more of the mystery surrounding LOD. The true identity of Klaus is beginning to be unraveled, and it may prove far more dangerous than anyone could be prepared for.
Hope you guys are enjoying, thanks for reading and stay tuned!