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First up; Dante gets paid a visit by some mysterious and formidable opponents. After a brief scuffle when the dust settles the mysterious visitors depart but not before leaving Dante a cryptic message about Klaus' next objective.
In New York, Chief Quinton is at the mercy of Kazuya. After breaking free of his captivity he unleashes a brutal assault, determined to silence the man responsible for his mother's death. But Chief Quinton reveals he is no typical adversary and may possess devilish powers.
Meanwhile at Hellsing, Integra and Seras finally piece together the mystery surrounding the empty tomb in Carthage. And with this development; the final revelation as to who Klaus truly is and what he's after.
Lastly, the Order of the Cross continues to suffer heavy casualties while fighting against LOD. Alex finds himself at the mercy of the voluptuous vixen, Victoria. But even as he digs in and continues the fight, it becomes apparent that not only is she far more powerful than anyone anticipated, but he may end up losing something more costly. And even with the aid of Raul and Sergei victory does not seem assured. At the last moment, two unexpected allies appear and the tides are quickly changed. Get ready, this chapter is going to be packed with some super charged action! Enjoy!
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Chapter Twenty Eight- The Deadly Beauty
Kazuya slowly stomped his way towards Chief Quinton as the man slowly staggered to his feet. He was bleeding from several cuts and welts across his body and his right eye was shut tight from the pain. Kazuya's eyes flashed as he grinned. Stopping just feet away he spoke.
"I long asked myself, what I'd do the day I met him, or her. The one responsible for arranging the slaughter of my kind. The one individual, who would take a sweet, beautiful and innocent woman from her 10 year old boy. Someone that would send a pack of thugs to beat, torture, and rape a woman while her boy watched. She begged, she pleaded, she cried for it to stop, but they continued laughing and taunting her. And then…then…" Kazuya said trailing off. He blinked once, tears flowing freely as he clenched his fist so tightly his nails cut his skin as blood trickled out.
"And then they murdered her, and she was gone. Ever since that day I have hunted down all the monsters responsible, and now you are the one to remain." Kazuya said. His body twitched, his head jerking as he gave out a feral grunt.
"Now that the sappy shit is out the way, I can really cut loose!" Kazuya spoke again in dual voices as Thanos began to speak through him. Kazuya raised his right hand in a spear hand strike, preparing to deliver the death blow.
"Do you have anything to say before we pronounce judgment?" he asked.
"Actually I do. You little punk thinking you're so special. Klaus is not the only one to favor you for what lies in your blood." Chief Quinton stated. Kazuya then began watching, much to his astonishment as all of Chief Quinton's injuries and wounds began to slowly heal and close up. Raising his own eyes Kazuya said "It can't be…"
"You aren't the only one with a little devil in you boy!" he shouted. Suddenly moving with blinding speed, he jumped to his feet, planting a savage drop kick square into Kazuya's chest and sending him sprawling several feet back.
"What?" Kazuya said jumping up and watching at his opponents changing state. Chief Quinton now stood to full height, his eyes burning a bright and intense red color as he gave a long snarl. A bright and burning blue aura began shining intensely around him as it engulfed him for several moments before dissipating. Chief Quinton now stood much taller and more muscled. He had two large red horns atop his head. His skin was thick and leathery, almost reptilian. His eyes continued burning a bright red color as he now had large talons on his hands and feet, sharp protruding fangs and a long scaly tail.
Wiggling his tail Chief Quinton began speaking. "Klaus saw my potential, and so he gave me this astonishing power in exchange for my services. Immortality, power, might, it was all worth it. Just to give him some pathetic woman" he said as his voice echoed.
Kazuya began shaking with anger, shutting his eyes tightly. When he opened them, blood began trickling down from each corner as his eyes glowed brightly. Suddenly he gave a primal and monstrous shout as thin and deadly beams of light shot forward from his eyes. Kazuya again shouted, grinning maliciously as the hall was cast in a negative ambience as the beams of energy connected with Chief Quinton, shooting him through the exit door and creating a massive explosion which rocked the floor and nearly brought down the walls.
At Devil May Cry…
Dante opened the door, exiting the bathroom. Leaning back he stretched, long and good as he let out a loud and exhausted groan. 15 minutes on the crapper; that'd be the last time he ordered the new quadruple cheese pizza with extra parmesan. Sighing he looked up at the clock on the wall; it was 10:55 pm. Might as well close up shop. Yawning Dante walked to the shop entrance, locking the door and flipping the sign to read 'closed'. Turning back around he began walking upstairs to where his bed was. Just as he passed his desk Dante paused. He closed his eyes; slowly turning back around. He opened his eyes, frowned and had his suspicions confirmed.
Suddenly standing before him were six masked and robed figures remaining absolutely motionless. Their faces were obscured by a plain white mask with no visible eye holes, each figure dressed in long black hooded robes.
Sighing Dante shook his head. "Let me guess; Klaus?" he said simply.
One of the individuals took a step forward, scanning the office and then back to Dante. It began chuckling and by the voice Dante could tell this individual was female.
"How…quaint. I would have expected more lavish and stylish quarters, from the son of that treacherous devil, Sparda" she said. Dante narrowed his eyes. "Look babe, I just spent 15 minutes taking a massive dump. For once, I'd rather just skip all the chit chat and get straight to business" he said turning to face his new visitors.
The mysterious robed woman chuckled, taking another step forward. "Then allow us to oblige you, Son of Sparda. We bring you a message from his greatness, his Majesty, Klaus." She said nodding to her companions. Immediately they brandished large and frightening weapons, ranging from battle axes to swords.
"In four months' time, at the end of summer, the world shall be destroyed by LOD" and with that they sprang forward in a vicious attack. All six brought their weapons down intending to gruesomely imaple Dante. However they noticed they had only struck the floor. Turning around, the robed woman noticed Dante had dashed around them, brandishing Ebony and Ivory and immediately opening fire. All six rushed again. The robed and hooded figures swinging their swords and various bladed weaponry in their attempt to injure Dante. Dante began skillfully avoiding each and every hit, at times using his pistols to parry and deflect their attacks. Spinning around he dropped his head down and rolled to the side avoiding the large sword of the first woman before jumping and planting a kick in the back of another.
Dante cartwheeled away, landing on top of his desk, propping one leg up on top as he rested more comfortably and viewed his opponents.
"Four months eh? Damn, I was just starting to pull myself outta' debt. But I gotta say, if the world is ending, I think I owe myself one last good fight? Whaddya' say? Any takers?" Dante taunted. The lead woman from before cocked her head and said "It's just as we were told. You're as arrogant and infantile as the rumors go. Very well Son of Sparda, we'll give you the fight you want"
Dante reached behind his desk, pulling out Rebellion as he held it across his shoulders. All six figures attacked again as Dante raised his weapon to defend himself. He parried from one attacker, shoving them away before jumping and sprinting around the office. All six attackers pressed on, rapidly slashing and clashing blades with his own. Dante parried and evaded each strike, rolling under another sword slash before kicking an attack away and slashing with Rebellion. His blade was parried, then grabbed as he was thrown overhead. Dante flipped twice, pressing his feet against the ceiling as he kicked off it, raising his sword overhead and smashed down with a thunderous and powerful strike as the lead female figure again clashed blades with him. Holding the embrace Dante watched as the other five figures surrounded him.
"Alright. So Klaus is going to end the world in four months. How exactly is he going to do this?" Dante asked. Jumping back he jammed Rebellion into the ground and placed his hands on his hips. Each of the six figures began chuckling.
"His greatness, his Majesty Klaus is finally realizing our dream, his realization of a world free from lies, free from malice or strife, without death, without conflict, misery, pain or suffering. He's going to achieve this by the end of summer" the lead female figure spoke.
Dante then said, "His Majesty? Man this Klaus dude has some ego. Nevermind that though. I take it once he gets all of these devices along with his body he'll be ready to move forward towards this goal. And this will happen in four month's time. Awesome" he said picking Rebellion up.
Just as the group prepared to attack, the lead female halted their actions. "It seems we are called elsewhere. Know this, Son of Sparda. The end is coming."
And just as abruptly as they appeared, all six figures vanished, leaving behind Dante to ponder their cryptic warnings.
With a scoff he placed Rebellion behind his back and sighed.
"In four months the world is ending…" Dante said seriously contemplating. He walked back over to his desk, sat down, kicked the phone off the receiver, picked it up and promptly dialed a number.
"Yeah this is Dante. Yeah that's right, I want the new quadruple cheese, this time, double the parmesan"
If the world is ending, might as well enjoy the best tasting pizza ever.
In Egypt…
Alex grit his teeth, just as Victoria's leg connected with his shin. With a grunt he jumped back and continued pressing his attack. Sergei and Raul watched intensely as he continued fighting with the powerful and beautiful Victoria. The silvery haired blonde beauty giggling as she blocked one of Alex's attacks before turning it on him. Alex seemed to be genuinely struggling, failing to land any of his attacks while several of Victoria's constantly connected. She delivered a savage hook to his ribs before planting a roundhouse kick to his solar plexus as Alex collapsed to his feet before rolling to his feet and pressing the attack. Despite his ferocity and valor, it was apparent he was drastically outclassed. The realization of what was to come became obvious.
He would lose.
"This is really fucked up. Alex always goofs off with our fights but…but not like this. He's really getting fucked up" Sergei said growling as his fangs lengthened and claws began sharpening. Raul drew his two swords.
"Fuck waiting, on your go" he stated as they prepared to intervene and come to Alex's defense.
Suddenly, Sage appeared before both wolves, her own swords drawn as a cruel smirk formed on her face.
"As touching as it is coming to your brother's defense. I'm going to have to say I can't allow that. See, Victoria there loves to fight without any interruptions. If any of you intervene, then you'll deal with me, got it?" Sage said smirking and placing her two blades away.
Sergei let out a feral grunt and proceeded to step forward when he was halted by Raul. "Hang on. These clowns may have planted something sneaky. Let's wait, before it gets even messier" he said sheathing his swords and sighing as his amber eyes narrowed. Sergei grunted an obscenity before turning his attention back to Alex.
"Shit! This bitch is crazy strong!" Alex stated to himself as he dodged another attack. He back flipped before charging forward, lengthening his claws and attempting to slice Victoria. She evaded his each strike, punching him several times across the face before tossing him away. He landed on his back, before rolling to his feet. Kneeling on one knee he wiped away a trickle of blood before staring. His clothes were already getting ripped and torn and he had a few bruises and welts forming on various places across his body. What worried him most was that these injuries were not healing.
"Down for the count?" Victoria teased. Alex stood to his feet and chuckled. "What can I say, it's hard for me to fight such a ravishing woman as yourself. I suppose that movie offer is off the table?"
Victoria responded by immediately charging forward, raising her leg in a fierce kick as Alex blocked. She took her fist, pummeling him across the face before kicking him away as he slid to a stop. Planting his right hand on the ground he flipped himself back up, setting to his feet as he charged. He threw a jumping round house kick as Victoria blocked. Alex continued pressing the attack, mixing in a flurry of kicks and punches. Victoria blocked his sweeping kick and countered with her own, continuing to pummel him. Alex jumped back as Victoria dropped her guard. He raised his own right hand running forward and was halted in place just as his fist attempted to connect. Alex blinked, beginning to feel horrible pain shoot up through crotch and groin. With a horrible groan he toppled over, realizing Victoria's knee was buried deep in his groin.
Victoria halted his movements, using her index finger to hold his chin up as she slowly pushed forward, lifting his head up.
"Tell me Alex. How does it feel to know pain like this?" Victoria said watching as he coughed blood.
"No…stop!" Sergei said growling as his eyes flashed.
Alex hopped back, fighting through the pain as he mounted another assault. He swiped at Victoria as she ducked, stepped underneath his attack. She then spun on her pivoting foot, raising her other leg as her body twisted around in a fierce tornado kick. The final result was quite brutal; Victoria threw the kick out, hard, as it connected with Alex's left arm. He paused, feeling his whole arm go limp and then numb with pain. His arm flopped by his side as he cried out, instantly dropping to his knees. Clutching his arm he winced and groaned, his arm having been completely shattered by her kick.
"Fuck waiting around!" Sergei shouted sprinting forward. "Hang on bro I'm coming!" he shouted raising his own fist to batter Victoria. She calmly turned, caught his fist and held the embrace. Smirking, she blew him a kiss. "So cute, coming to your brother's aide" she taunted. Sergei was so preoccupied he did not notice Drake fast approaching. Clasping both his fists together he brought them back in a double fisted hammer strike, smashing into Sergei's head and sending him to the floor before he quickly flipped back to his feet.
Raul roared, charging forward only to clash blades with Sage as the two held it in a deadly embrace. Staring she smirked and shoved him back. Slashing viciously as he struggled to parry and counter.
"Come on, is this really the best of Vladimir's famed Werewolves? It's sickening to think you clowns actually thought you stood a chance against Klaus!" Sage taunted jumping back. Waving the blade in her right arm, a massive gust of wind erupted in a swirling vortex as it collided with Raul. Taking her second blade, she stabbed it in the ground as a large current of lightning traveled from the blade into the vortex. Raul felt his body jolt by the massive electrical charge as he was simultaneously slashed by the high speed winds.
"FUCK!" he shouted. Taking his own blades he slashed forth, summoning his pyrokinetic powers as two steady streams of flame erupted, dissipating the wind and lightning as he landed to his feet, body badly burned, singed and bleeding. Panting he wiped his brow and said, "Shit, that's some serious power in those things" he said. Sage smirked, holding up both her blades as they glowed; one gold the other blue. "Raijinga and Fujinga. Wind and Lightning. Come wolf, let's see how you fire deals against them" she challenged.
Sergei meanwhile struggled against Drake. Drake unleashed flurry after flurry of punches, all of which Sergei barely parried and defended against. "That's all you got wolf?" Drake shouted with his long cape billowing with his each movement.
Victoria gave a scoff, tossing her hair as she walked away.
"Hold up a sec big boobs"
She turned around, frowning when she saw Alex stagger to his feet. His right eye was shut tightly as he grinned and panted. "Actually, keep going. I love watching a woman walk away. Especially when she's stacked like you. Baby you got back" he joked.
Victoria smirked as she turned to face him. Walking over Alex again tried striking her, only for her to punch him square across his face and knock him down. She stomped on his rib as he cried out and spat blood. "Give it up wolf, just lie down, like a good dog that's just been broken and this will be all over." Victoria said kneeling down. Taking her finger, she traced circles across Alex's face in a tender motion. "You are cute though. So maybe I'll spare you from death and let you be my love toy. How's that sound big boy?"
"Thanks. But see thing is, I'm kinda seeing someone. As fine as you are, and trust me; you're one of the finest you're nothing compared to her. Sorry babe" Alex said. He then closed his mouth, spitting directly into Victoria's eye.
Flinching she jumped to her feet, seething with rage as she gave an awful cry of anger and proceeded to smash her heel down into his ribs, breaking them.
"You piece of shit! Then fine, die by my hands!" she shouted preparing to finish him off.
Suddenly, Mugetsu appeared behind her, staying her hand. "It's time now. Prepare for the summoning" he said dashing several feet away.
Mugetsu then watched as a massive pillar of dark red light appeared behind him, reaching up to the sky. The pillar continued growing until a large object began phasing from the ground below. Recognizing it, Raul swore.
"Fuck, don't let them take Klaus' body!" he said sprinting forward but then ducking under Sage's sword swipes. Sergei tried but it was in vain as Drake knocked him back.
From the beam of light, several more figures began appearing. Walking out of the light, an absolutely enormous looking behemoth rumbled as his body shook. He had dark brown skin and only wore filthy black pants. He had a balding head and deep brown eyes as he snorted twice.
"Eh, Victoria, Mugetsu, Drake, Sage. I thought you guys would've killed these punks already" he complained. Victoria's eyebrow twitched in agitation. "Shut up Goro. Look, you can have that sap there. He's nothing" she said gesturing to Alex who groaned in pain. Goro rumbled, stomping over as the other members of LOD wrapped up their duels. Looming over Alex he gazed down before raising his palm up. "Nothing personal but I always did enjoy cleaning up the mess." He said and smashed it down intending to pulverize Alex. However what occurred shocked everyone.
Goro's attack was halted; his open palm pressed against a sword tip. The wielder of the sword had silver hair and deep blue eyes, dressed in intricate red and blue clothing complete with a red hoodie, blue denim jacket, blue jeans and brown boots. The man looked young, perhaps in his late teens to early twenties and his right arm was a dark colored with a dark blue interior. Holding the blade with his left arm he smirked and said, "Damn, and here I thought we'd miss the fun"
Alex slowly blinked, recognition coming to his face. "Nero?" he said. Nero turned and grinned. "Yeah dude, I'm here. But I'm not alone" he said gesturing beside him. It was then Alex and the others realized Nerow as not alone. Standing beside him was a blonde woman in an all black outfit with a large red demonic looking sword attached across her back.
Smirking Trish said, "Fun and games is over Nero. We're here to assist" she said.
Goro at that point raised his palm off of Nero's sword, cocking his head. "Hey, Victoria! Who the hell are they?" he shouted. Victoria's eyes narrowed. "They're nothing either, finish them too" she said.
Goro wasted no time as he let his massive right fist sail straight for Nero. Only to his amazement, to find Nero casually block it with his right arm. Nero glared, "I take it you are the one who did that to my friend's arm?" he questioned in regard to Alex's broken arm. Goro sneered, "And what if I am"
Nero responded by jumping, flipping over the behemoth and landing to his feet. Goro's severed right arm collapsing to the ground moments later as a rush of blood stained the ground and Goro cried out in agony. Held in his right arm was a long katana with a white handle. Nero waved the Yamato as he turned and chuckled. "Quit blubbering dude, it'll heal. I think" he mocked as Goro panicked and cried due to his injury.
Victoria, Sage and Drake all raised their eyes; not expecting this development at all.
"My…arm! You fucker my arm!" Goro shouted as he stared at Nero with murderous hatred. Goro took his left arm, intending to finish what he stared. He raised it, blinked and flinched as suddenly his whole body froze. His body then slowly fell apart, split straight through the middle as blood and entrails oozed out. Trish stood behind him, the sword Sparda in her hands, the blade having shifted into its scythe form. With a scoff she turned around, adjusting the blade back to its normal form and placed it over her back.
Nero at that point took the time to help Alex up. "Relax dude, we'll get you fixed up. First, to deal with the rest of these asshats" he said turning to the remaining party of LOD. Victoria, Drake, Sage and Mugetsu stood next to the pillar of light as the sarcophagus containing Klaus' body finally emerged. Mugetsu placed one hand on it, turning to his group. "We've acquired it, let's prepare to depart. Finish them" he stated simply.
Victoria took one step forward, folding her arms as she said "So many choices. Ok, who do I get to play wi-" she was abruptly cut off when she sensed something behind. Turning her head at the last moment to see a man in a black cloak and red scarf pulling out a thin katana intending to slice her head off. With a shout Victoria ducked and rolled underneath the attack just as the man landed to his feet, quickly dashing by his comrades as he held his blade firmly.
"Hiro!" Raul shouted excitedly running over. Hiro nodded, turning his attention back to the opponents before him. A deep howl pierced the air, the wolf pack was finally making a come back as the pack began to assemble. Nero and Trish watched as Karl, Kathy, Robert, Hanya and Raven soon sprinted toward their battle site, lending their assistance. Kathy, Robert and Raven opened fire, causing Victoria to drop back towards her group. Drake raised his palms up as a dome of violet colored energy encased the group.
"So the pack finally gathers, fine then!" Sage shouted. She disappeared in a swift blur of motion, towards Hiro. Raising his sword the two clashed blades with Raul soon joining in. Raul and Hiro together began to force Sage on to the defense for once; parrying her lethal sword attacks while mixing their own in. Drake then dispersed his shield, leaping high into the air, hovering several feet above the ground. Raising his right palm to the sky, it began to grow darker as violet colored energy cracked and sparked in his palm.
"Time to end this shit, say goodnight!" Drake shouted as a massively powerful and enormous sphere of energy formed overhead. It continued growing in size until it reached its peak as Drake fired toward the group. Everyone looked up, concerned as the ball continued growing closer and closer until it collided, encasing the group in a swirling vortex of energy as it ignited creating an explosion. Seemingly triumphant, Drake and the members of LOD all gave confidant chuckles. However, their chuckles turned to disbelief.
"What?" Drake shouted as he landed back down near his group as everyone watched intensely.
The energy which struck soon formed into a beautiful and bright golden colored light. It began fading until a tall figure clad in black stood at the front of the group. The man had Alex's good arm draped around his neck as he supported his comrade by his waist. Alex grunted and looked up.
"Boss…" he said.
Michael smirked and nodded. "I'm here now dude. I'll handle it from here. Kathy…" he said as Kathy approached, she and Raven each taking Alex by the arm. Michael then glared viciously as the members of LOD, holding his fabled sword Fenrir as his thumb pressed against the tsuba of his sword.
"The worst thing you can ever do to a Werewolf, is threaten his pack. Time to find out why I'm the Alpha" Michael said. With one swift motion he sprinted towards all four members, pulling his blade and slashing rapidly. He slashed Sage gruesomely across her stomach and legs before spinning and planting a kick into Victoria's stomach and sending her crashing away. Drake mustered an attack only to be slashed and cut before he could even budge. Michael quickly sheathed his sword, pulling it back out in a swift motion as he again cut Drake before knocking him away.
"So…fast" Sage stammered rolling to her feet and ignoring her wounds as she raised her blades. She collided with Michael only to be shoved away back towards her group as they recovered.
Michael raised his sword, tilting it to the right as the blade vibrated and a spark of gold energy began running along the side. A flash of light and the gold energy surrounded Michael, forming and growing into the shape of a massively powerful and formidable wolf. The energy began growing in size and stature, reaching higher and higher until it towered over Michael like a skyscraper. Everyone stared in sheer awe, even Nero had his jaw hanging slightly open at the awesome sight.
The light finished forming as the wolf gave a great long howl. Michael's eyes flashed, his teeth growing as he shouted.
"This is the price you pay for fucking with my family! Die!" and with a single wave the energy expanded around him. The wolf swirled in form before raining down from the sky in a continued torrent of lightning. The lightning spread out and expanded around Michael, forming into two pillars, then four, then six, then eight. It continued building and building as it raced towards the LOD group like a speeding bullet. Each one looking on in terror as wave after wave of lightning strikes struck them creating a thunderous explosion. After several moments the violence subsided and the lightning dissipated with the great form of the wolf looming over Michael as it again howled and faded away.
Michael stared ahead, long and good before sighing. With a wave of his long katana he spun it once before sheathing it with a loud clink and turning to his pack.
Kathy and Raven set Alex down as everyone began checking on each other. Sergei ran to his brother, dropping to his knees. "Idiot. Letting yourself get your ass kick like that. Even if it was over a fine piece of ass like that" he chastised. Alex managed a shit eating grin, "All in a day's work" he said. Sergei, despite his anger and frustration simply bumped fists with his brother, more then pleased he was alive.
Raul sheathed his own blades as Raven ran to him, checking his wounds. "It's fine babe, they'll heal" he said. She stared at him, "Don't ever scare me like this. I would never forgive you if you went and got yourself killed" she said before hugging him.
Nero and Trish walked over to Michael just as he prepared to radio in to HQ. "Hey man, what the hell was going on here? We barely made it in enough time to save their asses" Nero said frowning. Michael prepared to respond when he suddenly froze. His eyes widened as his entire body went stiff. He sensed something, some cold and awful presence. It was emanating from the smoldering and singed area of his attack.
"Boss, I sense it too" Hiro said instantly at Michael's side and staring into the rising plume of smoke. The entire group became instantly alerted. From the smoke, they could hear laughter.
"Damn. What would you clowns do without me? Good thing Klaus knows how much you shitheads would screw up, otherwise I might not ever have gotten the chance to come out here" the voice said as the smoke cleared and a new individual stood before them. He was dressed in all black; a long black coat with a high collar, black pants, boots, a black shirt and his hair was blonde and slicked back. Most striking were his eyes; a fiery and massive hatred burned within them like two smoldering embers.
With a wicked chuckle, the man turned behind him to reveal that the members of LOD were unharmed by Michael's attack, causing the pack to gasp in shock.
"No way, Mike's attack was INSANE. There's not a soul alive that could have survived that!" Sergei and Raul said instantly taking a defensive posture.
Behind the man, Victoria chuckled as she licked her lips. "So then does that mean we get to enjoy them some more?" she said. The man glared at her, and before anyone could stop him, he proceeded to grip her by the throat with his right hand. Instantly, Victoria felt all the air escape her breath as she struggled in his obscene grip. He pulled her face into his, staring into her eyes, long and good before speaking, all the while grinning viciously.
"Victoria, the only reason I spared you all from that attack and have not yet killed you all myself, was because Klaus sent me to retrieve his precious cargo. If it were up to me, I'd fuck you, chew you up and spit out your bones. But lucky for you, I'm not in charge. Don't ever for one second think that you can play it easy around me. Because like I told you before" he said pressing his cheek against hers.
"I've got a thing for blondes. Remember that before you go running that pretty mouth of yours" he said and shoved her to the ground. Victoria cowered, struggling to her feet as she hissed but quickly caught control of herself. Sage and Drake did not bother intervening, far too frightened of reprisal. Mugetsu meanwhile turned back to the sarcophagus.
"It's time" he said as the pillar of light activated. He stepped inside with it, disappearing into the red light followed by the others. Only the man in black remained until he was halted by Michael.
"Just who the hell are you?" he asked removing his sword again. The man slowly turned, revealing a psychotic and malevolent grin.
"They call me by many names: The Harbinger of Death. The Shadow of Hell. The Devourer. The Despair. The God of Demons. The Bringer of Pestilence. Ripper. The Teeth in the Darkness. I was born of darkness, belched from the Underworld to devour and consume anything and everything. I have no purpose, no fulfillment other than lust, and hunger, and power. I am, Theokoles" he said and causing everyone's eyes to widen greatly.
Theokoles spread out his arms, his malicious grin causing his fangs to bare as a swirling force of darkness surrounded him before dissipating. "Save your blade for another time wolf. Know this: We will definitely meet again. And when we do, I will kill you all, rip you open and gorge on your insides. Don't ever forget our first encounter. Remember it!" and with that, Theokoles stepped into the red pillar of light following suit with his team. But not before casting a curious glance at Nero, first at the young knight who stared back then to the Yamato sword still in his hand. Something seemingly clicked as Theokoles' eyes narrowed before the light faded and the members of LOD once again escaped.
Michael growled, his fangs growing before regaining composure. He waved his katana before sheathing it as he turned back to his group. The vampires are pulling out. We've secured the Anima device. Our mission is over" he said.
"Boss, they got away. And they took Klaus' body. This isn't going to end well. We…we failed" Raul said swearing and stomping the ground. Michael turned, noticing the solemn and lowly looks of his pack. Sighing he closed his eyes, running his hand through his black hair before opening them in a gentle gaze.
"Our mission was to acquire the Anima device. We were sent not fully realizing just how crafty the enemy is. No one, could have anticipated what Klaus' true scheme was. No one could have anticipated he was searching for his true form. What matters most is despite this set back, we are still one step ahead. Klaus may return to his former power, but without these devices he is still at our mercy. Everyone, what matters most is that from here on out we stick together and we never give up. We never stop chasing after Klaus and most importantly, we never stop fighting. We cannot afford to let Klaus and his minions to carry out his plan." Michael said.
That seemed to rouse the pack, who howled in response as their spirits were lifted. "Thanks for coming though guys, we're going to need all the help we can get" Michael said as Nero smirked.
Despite suffering terrible casualties, the Order of the Cross began to round up their forces and pull out from Egypt. One phase of their fight was over, another, more terrible reality was fast approaching.
In New York…
Kazuya staggered and dropped to his knees, panting and wincing from the flashing hot pain shooting through his eyes. The walls crumbled and rocked, chunks of concrete collected on the floor. Standing to his feet he looked around. The alarm continued ringing, but most strangely, no personnel or agents interrupted their battle, most likely spending their time evacuating the lower levels.
Hearing laughter Kazuya turned to see Chief Quinton, still transformed in his devil state slowly approach. "My my, such power. You are every bit as promising as Klaus anticipated" he stated standing a few feet away.
Growling, Kazuya's eyes flashed as he reared back, letting out a primal savage howl before speeding forward. Chief Quinton clapped both hands together as Kazuya was frozen in place. His arms and legs being bound by a massive unseen force as he struggled to free himself.
"Don't bother. It was specifically a spell designed to restrain you in this state. I've enjoyed our time together, but Klaus wanted me to silence you" Chief Quinton said. Holding out his right hand, a long and sharp metal blade appeared with a long and pointy tip. Gripping it tightly he held It up, intending to impale Kazuya.
"Kazuya you fucking idiot, let me take over! You're not angry enough! You need to get angry, draw on all of your rage and madness and we can beat this clown" Thanos roared inside Kazuya's mind, struggling to take over.
Kazuya growled, his anger building as he began gritting his teeth and letting out short feral grunts. He slowly began building up the power in his body as he glowed a deep shade of crimson, causing Chief Quinton to look on in disbelief.
"No, it can't be! How could he be this strong?"
"Because you were never intended to defeat him"
Chief Quinton froze; knowing full well who spoke to him. "Klaus? But…why? I have done all you asked" he stammered.
"Indeed you have. But I have more important endeavors. Your service will forever be honored but as of right now, you are expendable. Farewell, Allan"
With this realization, Chief Quinton looked on in horror as Kazuya wailed, breaking free of the binding spell and tackled him to the floor. Gripping him by the throat, Kazuya let his fist repeatedly pummel and smash into his opponents face. All the while swearing and cursing.
"This is what your punishment will be! This is the price you pay for taking my mother from me!" he shouted, panting and growling, sweat dripping from his face from the sheer adrenaline and rage flooding his veins.
Bloodied and bruised, Chief Quinton struggled to speak.
"And I would do it again. Without thinking" he said smirking.
"Shut up!" Kazuya hit him again.
"Your mother was a whore!"
"SHUT UP!"
"Your accursed family line has been a pestilence on this earth since the days of the church. I am proud to see they are nearly extinct"
"Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"
Kazuya then took his right hand, grabbing Chief Quinton by the throat as he hoisted him up. Above him, the black spectral form of Thanos appeared, sinisterly grinning as his mouth widened in an insane and awful sneer.
"All forever hail…Klau-"
"SHUT UP!"
Kazuya growled, pulled up and completely ripped off Chief Quinton's head in one pull with his right hand, tossing away his body before panting and growling like a savage and feral animal. Holding the bleeding head of his greatest kill, Kazuya began laughing. He tossed the bloodied stump away and collapsed to his knees. Tears began freely flowing down his face, the marks on his cheek dissipating as he returned to his normal state.
"Mommy…I…I did it! It's been over 50 years but I finally did it! I did for dad, for everyone, especially you. I did it mommy, I did it mommy!" Kazuya said leaning back and laughing, sounding much like a four year old who just was potty trained.
At Hellsing…
It was well into the evening at the Hellsing mansion as Integra sat at her desk, reading over some papers. There was a knock on her door.
"Enter" she said as the door creaked open and in walked Seras, looking concerned. "Is something wrong Seras?" Integra asked sitting upright.
Seras sighed before approaching her desk. "Sir it's just well, there's something I can't shake. Why would the tomb in Carthage be empty? Who would have left behind an empty coffin and the Anima device? But more importantly: Who is it that is really controlling LOD? Sir Integra, I don't think we're dealing with the real Klaus. It's just not adding up. If Klaus' body was located in Egypt as the information says, then why wait until now to reclaim it?" Seras asked.
Integra adjusted her glasses before sighing. "I've felt the same way since Klaus set his forces against Russia. There is something going on and I don't like it. I find it too impossible, even for someone as crafty as Klaus to have this perfect plot at his disposal. But, I'm at my wits end. What about you?" Integra asked turning to Seras and watching as the young vampire's crimson eyes narrowed.
"Well I think we need to start with what we know: Klaus needs these devices to bend all beings to his rule. At the same time, they are part of a larger ritual to return him to his former power. This presumably has to do with him getting his body back. But…if Klaus is looking for his body, then does that mean the one controlling LOD now is not the real Klaus? Granted, he hasn't really shown himself too often. No, wait; there was that time on Fortuna. He showed us his face. But he's never actually been involved in a battle, instead sending his minions to fight."
"Maybe it's not his real body. Maybe the person claiming to be Klaus is just an imposter. None of us really know anything about Klaus, even after all this. We don't know where he originates from, what his full powers are. Hell for all we know 'Klaus' could even be a fake name." Integra said. She then paused, narrowing her eyes as she began thinking.
"Then again, if the real Klaus is not with LOD then that means we still have an opportunity to put a stop to them before he can return to power" she said as Seras nodded. Integra then reached under her desk, pulling out a large textbook as she began flipping through it.
"What's that?" Seras asked.
"This is a historic textbook detailing the fall of Carthage after the Third Punic Wars. I've been going through it and something is odd…" Integra said turning the pages. She flipped to the middle of the book and began browsing. However on further inspection, her eyes began to steady before widening.
"Seras…take a look here. This is a portrait made by an artist showing the Roman general Scipio leading his forces into the city of Carthage" Integra said as Seras walked around and peered at the photo in question.
The portrait was black and white, depicting a Roman general raising his sword overhead in a triumphant and victorious pose. Behind him, dozens of Roman legionnaire lined behind him. The background of the photo depicted the city of Carthage as it burned and was sacked. But it was what the individual held in his left hand that piqued Seras' interest.
A small orb like artifact.
Seras' own eyes widened as she slowly turned to Integra. "So the legend was true, Scipio did use the Anima during the siege. But then, if he died in battle why would the Anima be buried with his empty coffin?" she asked Integra.
Integra stared at the photo. She almost had the answer but it still seemed to escape her. Mulling over her thoughts she sat in silence for several moments, though Seras didn't seem to mind.
"Klaus is looking for his real body. The coffin in Carthage was empty, only the Anima device was inside. The tomb in Egypt contained Klaus' body. The tomb, the coffin, the Anima, the Roman General Scipio. What is the connection? Who is the real Klaus? What happened during the siege of Carthage? Wait…wait…"
Integra suddenly bolted upright, startling Seras out of her own thoughts. Slowly reaching up she raised her hand to cover her mouth as a terrified look crept to her face. She figured it out. She knew the answer, and it was more horrible than she imagined.
"My God…we've been seriously underestimating how crafty he is. To think he could actually manage…that. So THAT'S why he's been stringing along his minions for so long, buying time until this moment. Klaus, you…bastard" Integra said so lowly it was almost a whisper. Seras stared; "Sir, what's the matter?"
Integra slowly turned to face Seras. What she said next made Seras stare in disbelief.
"I know who Klaus really is"
End Chapter
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