Alright folks, here we go for part three of Final Judgment. I have received a few messages regarding the update. I very much appreciate that there are still so many earnestly waiting for this story's completion. I admit, it feels very good to be back to writing. Some of you even send me your story predictions. I won't say who's right but...keep reading.
In part III; the Vatican sends their Ninth Crusade regiment to the battlefield. Will it help turn the tides? The anti-vampire weaponry they wield may be crucial in finally stopping the Mannequin Army. However, as usual, the enemy is a step ahead. Theokoles, fearing Dante's growing strength executes a drastic and frightening step with his dreaded steed. What does this mean for our heroes?
Alucard joins in on the slaughter, fighting side by side with his dreaded nemesis. But, when Father Anderson takes his most desperate play yet, even the monster of the Hellsing family objects.
Michael and the wolf pack likewise move with a desperate ploy. A sacred ritual involving the true power of the Werewolf. But it too, is costly, and our favorite monster hunting pack may sacrifice both body and soul in a fated moment to strike down Theokoles.
Klaus, meanwhile, abandons his normal cautious and methodical personality, becoming unhinged. His frustration at resistance to his plans once again causes him to take drastic steps. As the sun sets, day turns to evening and the moon peaks above the Arctic Circle, Klaus launches his plot to activate the Anima devices, giving our heroes only one chance to forever stop his plot. Will they succeed? Or will our world fall to darkness? With new and familiar faces joining the battle, it becomes a race against time.
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Chapter Fifty-One- Final Judgment Part III
Father Alexander Anderson sprinted forward at the head of the Ninth Crusaders, pulling out scores of his blessed blades.
"Yea, although we walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, we fear no evil! Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me!" he recited, tossing his bayonets into several of the Mannequins. Steam hissed off their crumbling bodies as the holy weaponry worked. The Mannequin horde as collective began to suffer the effects. More and more, they would reel back from their wounds, allowing the army to swoop in and finish them off.
Anderson pulled out cutlass style bayonets, wielding them in a dual sword fashion. He hacked and slashed, each Mannequin falling to his blessed blades. He blocked with one, slicing upward with the other, sending blood cascading to the ground. Anderson then paused, sneering as he tossed each blade, and re-gripped them reverse style. He began praying and reciting Scripture verses, most curiously, the Mannequins began to shudder and convulse, reacting negatively.
Anderson shouted to the Crusaders, "Now!"
The first regiment, armed with their massive anti-tank weaponry and silver studded halberds opened fire. The booming echo carrying across the battlefield, causing massive and rippling shockwaves, rocking and cracking the earth. The Crusaders continued firing, mowing down greater numbers of the Mannequins.
"Anderson!"
Father Anderson paused, turning to his left to see Rosette, Vladimir, and Integra sprinting towards him. Anderson frowned, reaching with one of his bayonets to slice a Mannequin in two and then turned his attention back to the group.
"Nice job bringing in the big guns, padre" Vladimir cracked, taking note of the displeasure upon Anderson's face. He then said, "Look, don't know if you were brought to speed but we figured out their weakness. Rosette here discovered they share a hive mind, a single unified consciousness. Anytime one is injured the rest feel it, no matter how slight. If we can find a way to single handedly injure or incapacitate them at once, we can turn the tide in this fight." Vladimir quickly explained. He noted that Anderson seemed distracted.
"Hive mind. Like a colony of bees, or termites. One soldier linked to his comrades. I see..." Anderson stated walking past the group. Vladimir blinked, looking to Rosette who shrugged then to Integra who blew out a puff of smoke and chuckled.
"What's going through that mind of yours, Father?" she asked curiously.
Anderson now stood with his back to the trio. He didn't answer her for several moments. Instead, he watched the fighting around him. Above the ground, several meters high, Dante and Theokoles fought viciously. The Son of Sparda and Shadow of Hell colliding with one another sending shockwaves rumbling through the air. Dante remaining in his demon form, golden crimson energy pulsating and crackling around his body. He shouted, and with one wave sent forth a massive red energy wave that Theokoles batted away.
On the ground, the wolf pack, headed by Lucian and Michael howled and continued fighting on. Michael and Lucian working in tandem, both armed with their fabled blades, cutting a swath through their opponents. A massive roar brought everyone's attention to Seth, finally fully healed from his date with the meteor. Seth, still in his transformed state roared and toppled into the Mannequin army.
Anderson then gazed towards his own forces as the Catholic army shifted gears. It splintered off with one half fighting the Mannequin Army and the other directing their attention to the Steed of Theokoles. They took strategic positions, firing off their massive artillery shells, colliding with the grotesque and ungodly beast. They were steadily making damage; the beast again cried the awful wail as it raised its head to the sky.
"It wasn't supposed to happen, not like this. You think the Vatican sent our armies here solely to help? This was to re-take England. No, Europe too. That bug-eyed bastard, Maxwell said it best. The Ninth Crusade was to be the church's last crusade to punish the lot of you damned Anglicans." Anderson said. He didn't face them, but he could feel their gaze on his back, like smoldering irons.
"Seriously? You Iscariot really are scum, you know?" Rosette said in disgust. Vladimir shook his head and folded his arms. "Even amid war, where a madman threatens humanity, you can't abandon your crusade, can you, Father Anderson?" Integra, strangely, remained silent.
Anderson then said, "I've waited a long time. My crusade is simple: I am a servant of the Lord Jesus Christ. If any does not worship the Lord, he shall be accursed and plunged into everlasting fire. I am God's divine wrath on this earth, against heathens and pagans, against sinners and heretics. And most especially, against ALL impure souls of the living dead." At that point, Anderson turned and glanced at the group over his shoulder. Integra's eyes narrowed; this wasn't the usual Anderson. He had pain and sorrow in his eyes, not his usual raving lunacy and fanaticism.
"We may not stop this devil, Theokoles. If the Ninth Crusade can't kill him. I' will take care of him."
"And just how the hell do you plan that? Those little blessed blades only tickle him" Integra said puffing on her cigar. Anderson slowly turned to face her. Integra braced herself. Now, there was lunacy and sadism in Anderson. He patted his chest, grinned and then said, "With a little gift from our archives and relics division. I'm sure you're aware, my sweet Anglican Maiden"
Anderson returned his focus to the battle as he sprinted forward, cutting through more swaths of the Mannequins as he was soon surrounded.
"Relics division? What the hell does that mean?" Vladimir asked Integra. She said, "Iscariot's top secret holy relic bureau. Where they archive and house the most sacred artifacts from the church's history. But what could he possibly...oh...Jesus" Integra said, horrifying realization kicked in as she focused on Anderson and his battle.
Meanwhile, Klaus stared down Lucia and Trish as both demonesses readied themselves to combat the leader of LOD. Lucia held her cutlass steadily, assuming a combat-ready stance. Trish grabbed the sword Sparda, tossing her blonde locks back. "Gotta say, when Dante told me you were coming, I almost didn't believe him."
Lucia chuckled and said, "Sorry to disappoint"
Klaus glared, raising his hand to the sky. The sky brightened, a beam of red energy rocketed to the ground, slamming in front of him.
"I grow weary and tired of fools disrupting my plans. No more mercy, no more patience. Submit to my desires or die." Klaus said, grabbing the red energy beam as it twisted shapes, shifting into the form of a massive broadsword. Lucia and Trish both responded in kind, by pressing forward and attacking in tandem. Lucia slashing with her cutlass, Klaus parrying and dodging. Trish mixed in her own attacks, slashing with Sparda, alternating between its sword and scythe form. Klaus was surprised at how well the two worked, pressuring him backwards. Lucia began mixing in her martial art abilities, tossing in various kick techniques, some connecting, as Klaus was pushed backwards.
Lucia dashed to the side, tossing her trademark throwing knives. Klaus caught one, tossing it towards Trish who deflected. Trish tossed the sword Sparda, the blade circling back as she caught it, Klaus having just barely avoided it.
Lucia smirked, then spun her blades and again assumed a stance before attacking again.
On the battle ground, the Ninth Crusade continued colliding and clashing with the Mannequin army. Several dozen soldiers already perished, but the unit's resolve did not weaken. They used their anti-vampire weaponry to carve through large sections of demonic soldiers, there were large swaths set on fire by the blessed and holy weaponry.
"This fire...it burns us" one soldier stated, its body wreathed in holy flames as its head was then ruthlessly sliced off.
Some of the Crusaders broke rank, wielding long broadswords and shields, decked in thick armor. Banging their shields, they shouted and initiated hand to hand combat, slicing, bashing and cutting away at the wretched horde.
The wolf pack, with Michael and Lucian at the front calmly gazed the scene. Michael narrowed his eyes, turning first from the clash against the Mannequins, then to Dante's fight against Theokoles. Lucian noticed the look in his eyes. He then said, "You're thinking of it, aren't you?'
Michael said nothing.
Lucian eyed him curiously, then frowned. "You've been thinking of it, ever since we started this war, haven't you?"
Again, Michael said nothing. His packmates looked on curiously.
"Boss, what's he talking about?" Raul asked, gazing from Lucian then to his alpha. Michael closed his eyes, sighed heavily, then re-opened them and said, "Listen, everyone, very closely. If all else fails and we can't stop either the Mannequin's, or Theokoles. There is one thing left in our arsenal. But it will cost us dearly. Or, rather, it will cost me dearly."
Michael still hadn't turned to face his pack, not even Kathy, his beloved mate. He gave another heavy sigh and then said, "I will release...them"
Michael was then met with coarse harsh language from his pack, everyone chiding and chastising him for such a dangerous ploy.
"Are you out your fucking mind?!" Raul shouted.
"No way we're letting you do that!" Sergei and Alex yelled.
"Boss, that's a death sentenceI" Robert yelled. Hanya likewise was aghast, and even the normal stoic and reserved Hiro, expressed strong reservations. Michael did not goad his pack, allowing them to express themselves. When things quieted down, he then said "We have no other choice. If our own power is insufficient, then we must release them. Why do you think I was entrusted with Fenrir? It wasn't by happenstance; it has always been my birthright."
Lucian said nothing, he turned to his brothers, expecting one of them to interject. Ramone remained silent, merely nodding. Jason, scoffed and looked in the other direction. Jacob, the most volatile and aggressive, was unusually serene. Everyone was stunned when he then said, "We'll join in."
The pack froze, gazing from one Salvatore to the next, then to Michael. Michael had finally turned to meet Lucian's gaze. Both alpha Werewolves locked eyes for several moments. And then, the faintest of grins appeared on their faces.
"To think I'd live to see the day when the Salvatores unite with those who are not pure blood. Very well, if we're going to do this, then let us prepare. I'm sure you already know how it is done. The problem though, she is still minutes away." Lucian said, pointing to the sky. Evening was soon approaching, and the full moon would soon appear over the Arctic Circle. For the wolves to unleash their most desperate tactic, they required a full moon.
"Wait, what the hell is everyone talking about?" Kathy said, facing Michael. He smiled gently, and then held up his long katana. "This blade was forged from the fang of the first ever wolf, Weylin. Our forefather, of whom every wolf, whether pure blood or turned, is descended from. The blade was then blessed and enchanted with the souls and might of over 2,000 of the various Werewolf Elders. In it lies their strength, valor, spirit, and their power. On the night of a full moon, when multiple wolves draw and channel it, we can release those 2,000 elders."
Kathy looked around at the pack. SHe felt a but coming on. And she was right, because Raven turned to her and said, "But at a price. Drawing on so much power, the wielder of Fenrir must make their body a proper conduit to harness that much strength. Failure to do so, or, after using the power will result in their death."
Kathy's eyes widened as she then shouted. "No! You're not doing that Michael! You...you can't!"
Michael then tapped his earpiece, "Boss, you copy?"
Across the field, Vladimir froze, hearing Michael's voice. He signaled to Integra and Rosette. "I'm here, what's going on?"
"Boss, we have a counter measure. It's something we wolves are capable of. We're going to channel all of it towards Theokoles. If Dante falls, we'll be the next line. You've got to keep that bastard occupied until the full moon rises." Michael explained.
"What? The moon? That's crazy! Did you forget Klaus is waiting for the moon to rise as well?! He'll launch the Anima into orbit and its game over after that" Vladimir shouted, much to the confusion of Integra and Rosette.
"We haven't forgotten. The Ninth Crusaders are spreading the Mannequin's thin, this is our moment. All we need is to bide time until the full moon. Boss, I'm going to release them."
Vladimir's eyes widened, his head dropping. He knew exactly what Michael referred to. He brought it up before the war against Klaus. It was suicidal. But it just might work.
"10-4 then, carry on soldier, I'll relay. You let us know when you're ready"
Vladimir turned to Integra and Rosette. He sighed and told them everything. Rosette of course objected to such a plan.
"I can't stop them. Even if I order them, they've made their mind up. For the first time in centuries, my wolves are forced to put their very souls on the line. Let's get word out. Occupy Theokoles, first and foremost. Secondly, we need to be ready with a counter plan when Klaus moves to activate the Anima. It won't be as simple as getting it from him." Vladimir said gazing towards Klaus. He was still locked in combat with the deadly Lucia and Trish.
"Then we can lend some assistance."
Vladimir turned to see Roman and the Black Hand approaching, finally joining in the battle. Roman bobbed his head, holding his sword Nemesis across his shoulder.
"For all out brothers that have fallen, we will be the ones to kill Klaus!" Roman shouted. And before they could be stopped, the demon criminals flew towards Klaus at top speed.
Across the battlefield, Nero and Seras were joined by several of the Crusaders, locked in mortal combat with the Mannequins. Nero slashing with Red Queen, watching as Seras would counter with her vampiric powers. She raised her left arm, smashing it down into the ground and spreading her shadow tendrils, dozens of the Mannequins were instantly skewered, reaching high into the air as she shouted and eviscerated them. Satisfied, she stood to full height, watching as the Ninth Crusade pressed forward. Hearing a massive bellow, she turned to see Seth in the distance, still in his transformed state. Seth swiped with his massive paw, sending Mannequin soldiers scattering. Seras' eyes flashed as shadows engulfed her and she took flight, whizzing across the field in zig-zag patterns, going to the aid of Seth.
Nero frowned, then rolled his eyes. "Oh sure! I'm ok, no really, I am. Got it all handled" he said evading several attacks as he fired from Blue Rose. Nero then looked to the sky, seeing Dante continuing to clash against Theokoles. Concern filled his heart; he gazed down at the Devil Bringer arm.
"Dante, you can do this...win...you have to"
"Ah shit!" Dante shouted as he and Theokoles crashed into the mountainside, sending debris toppling down. Theokoles then emerged, grunting and growling ferociously. He gazed over where his steed was, still being assaulted by fighter jets. He watched as the Ninth Crusade attempted to intervene, firing with the anti-tank rifles. Growling, Theokoles took flight, moving with insane speed as he landed atop his beloved pet. His body flowing purple, Theokoles then said, "Ok, daddy's done playing. Go ahead, let'er rip!"
The steed began convulsing, its body pulsing several times. It then began swelling in size and dimension, puffing like a hot air balloon. Just when it seemed like it would pop, the steed opened its cavernous maw, and expelled a geyser of inky black liquid which cascaded down to the ground, pooling beneath it like a tsunami wave. The fighting halted as the allied forces looked with horror and revulsion. Black shapes began forming from the inky liquid, they too, grotesque, misshapen. From the muck, several hundred lanky black figures formed and took shape, resembling human-like creatures with shaven heads and inky black liquid covering their bodies. They had piercing glowing red eyes and filthy teeth in their mouths. They hissed, growling and snarling in echoing throaty cries. One figure bent down, reaching into the liquid and pulled out a large scythe. The others likewise performed the same action as they hobbled out of the muck, towards the army. Their raspy and echoing voices send fear through the ranks.
"Shit! It's that damn monster! It...it spit something out!" a soldier cried into his radio. He was then impaled numerous times by the black figures who swiftly moved through the ranks, cutting down any soldier in their path. All the while, Theokoles watched with maddening glee.
"Damn it! Now we have these new freaks to worry about?!" Dexter roared into the radio, he and Dutch opening fire, soon joined by several dozen squadron of soldiers. Dexter then pulled his radio, "Listen up! Theokoles still had a trick up his sleeve. There's some new monster on the field. Tall and ugly, they smell like shit, and they have some nasty weapons. Engage! All available units, engage!"
Meanwhile, Anderson continued leading the Ninth Crusade. Their weaponry turning the tide against the Mannequin's, but it still wasn't enough. The allied forces were still outnumbered, and the Mannequins were taking advantage of their sheer numbers. Several Paladin and Crusaders being ruthlessly slaughtered, one having his head cleaved as it flew in the air, falling and rolling by Anderson's feet. Anderson, adjusting his glasses, drew more of his bayonets, impaling and slicing through the demonic hordes. He then clashed with several Mannequins head on, using his bayonets as makeshift sword, parrying, countering and striking. The Mannequins pressed on, one managing to impale Anderson through his side. Gritting his teeth, the Bayonet Priest twisted, then cut off his opponent's head. He stared down three more, readying himself. Suddenly gunfire broke out, the heads of the Mannequins exploding in gruesome fashion.
"HAHAHA! Isn't this so much fun? Huh?! Isn't it, Judas Priest?!" Alucard shouted, approaching Anderson who dropped to one knee, bleeding profusely from his wound. He gripped the lance he was impaled on and ripped it out, blood cascading from his wound. Anderson looked at his hated arch-nemesis. Alucard whistled, his crimson eyes flashing as he clapped his hands.
"Very impressive. What will you do now? Your bayonets aren't having the effect. It's not like when you first attacked Seras. These demons are too strong for that. What will you do, my nemesis? Come on, tell me! Pick up your blessed blade and stand, Father Paladin Alexander Anderson!" Alucard shouted, sneering and exposing his vicious fangs and teeth.
Anderson's head low, he looked around the battlefield. The Ninth Crusade gained some ground but were still overwhelmed by the Mannequins relentless onslaught. Breathing in heavily, he sighed, his gaze turning to Alucard who noted the pain in them. Anderson reached into his priest robes, pulling out a wooden box wrapped in old cloths. He held it up for Alucard to see.
Alucard's expression switched. First it was curiosity, then shock, then, disgust, and lastly, and perhaps most surprisingly of all, regret.
"No" Alucard said.
"But I must. If we are to be victorious and send this legion back into Hell, I must." Anderson replied.
"YOU BLOODY FOOL!" Alucard shouted so loud it actually startled Anderson. The Great No-Life King pointed at his opponent, his hand trembling. "Don't you know what that will turn you into?! You'll be one of HIS monsters; an utter abomination. Not man, not devil, not undead. You'll be lost forever to that kind of power. And then what? Once you cut down and send them to Hell, what will you be, Father?!"
Alucard's head dropped. Moments later he gazed at Anderson. Anderson gasped; Alucard cried tears of red blood.
"Don't do it, Anderson. Don't become HIS Monster."
Anderson finally stood at full height, still holding the box tightly. He looked into Alucard's eyes, and he too, shed tears.
"I must. I'm sorry. Maybe the good Lord will absolve you of your sins, and in the next life, we'll settle our differences. But for now, this is how it will end, Alucard. No... Count Dracula"
Anderson crushed the box, shattering it into pieces. Now held between his fingers was an old, ornately designed nail.
"Helena's Nail, from the Vatican's Holy Relic's Bureau. The very nail which pierced the Lord Jesus Christ himself. By his wounds, we are forgiven for our sins. And with this nail, I can, and will, destroy all demons on this earth." Anderson said. He then shouted at the top of his lungs and plunged the holy artifact deep into his heart. The pain was immense, but Anderson wedged it so deep it was a mere bloodstain on his top. He toppled over in agony, blood gushing out before he collapsed to his knees.
Alucard was so disgusted, so offended he almost did not notice the swarm of Mannequins swooping in, keen on taking a free shot at Anderson.
"This priest must die"
"Yes, we will kill this priest. Feast on his insides."
The Mannequins prepared to strike when suddenly, their bodies were pierced by scores and scores of apparent thorny vines. The vines sprouted from Anderson's body in all directions. What followed next was an awesome spectacle as the Mannequins' bodies ignited in beautiful, yet vicious holy flames. For the first time, they actually cried horrifying cries of pain and agony.
"These flames! They are of God!"
"Even the Darkness Mundus feared these!"
The Mannequins continued howling in agony as they were burned to nothing but cinders. Anderson stood at full height, spread out his arms, and gazed towards Alucard.
Vines erupted from virtually every part of his body, particularly near his heart where Helena's Nail was implanted. The vines spread to the ground, forming a swirling vortex beneath and behind Anderson. The Paladin Priest then pulled out two bayonets, forming them into a cross pattern. Steam hissed from his mouth as he sneered and scraped the bayonets together.
Alucard, horrified, pulled out the Jackal, intending to blow Anderon to pieces. Alucard instead was sliced into ribbons, Anderson moving far faster than normal. Shocked, and in pain for the first time, Alucard's head fell to the floor as he watched Anderson turn and sprint through the battlefield, beginning a holy jihad against the Mannequin Army.
Although a good distance away, Seras felt her master's presence. More accurately, his pain and anguish. Not his physical pain, but his emotional agony at seeing Anderson transform into an unsightly creature. Towering over her, Seth rumbled and then snorted.
"What is it?"
Seras' eyes widened, gazing into the distance. Suddenly, a massive explosion of light and flames erupted from the center of the battlefield, reaching high into the sky, momentarily ceasing all fighting as everyone looked on.
The wolf pack, at the ready, could see clearly.
"Is that...Anderson? What the hell happened to him?" Sergei asked.
"Those thorns...those vines...did he always have that power?" Jason asked Lucian, who shook his head.
"No. This is something unique. Anderson's is no longer human. He has become a monster. Yet, he is not an unholy monster, like our kin. In fact, he has become much worse." The eldest Salvatore said, gazing at Michael who nodded.
News of Anderson's transformation reached across the battle, the Ninth Crusaders in particularly rallying behind Anderson and re-forming their ranks.
Integra clenched her fists tightly. "So... he actually did it."
"Did what? What the hell is going on? And where is all that fire coming from?!" Rosette asked, turning to Integra, who puffed her cigar and spoke. "Helena's Nail. The nail used in the crucifixion. The Vatican only deploys it for the holiest of their holy crusades. It will destroy any ungodly demon or creatures, but at a price. The wielder becomes a Monster for God. Anderson might very well have damned himself."
"The holy and purifying thorns, vines and fires of God. It is just what we need to strike the Mannequins" Vladimir said. Suddenly, a terrible realization hit. He grabbed his radio, shouting into it.
"Listen! All units fall back! Do not question, just fall back! Keep as far away from Anderson as you can. The Mannequins are going to get burned to a crisp, get close and you will as well! I repeat, fall back!"
Soldiers across the battlefield began clearing their way, but it was unneeded. Anderson's holy vines and thorns swept through the ranks, burning, cutting and igniting everything in his path in a sea of immolation. The Mannequins tried fighting back, but one by one they were cut down. Their hive mind also working against them; holy vines and thorns sprouting in the bodies of all the demonic soldiers, burning and incinerating them to crisp.
Anderson huffed, already walking through a sea of ash and corpses, with thousands already becoming dry husks. He clanged his bayonets together, sprinting and dashing about, slicing and cutting through any in his path.
From the hilltop, Klaus watched as his precious Mannequins burned away, the heat and flames so intense that they caused him discomfort even at the top of the massive hillside. With horror, anger, shame and confusion, he began to fear the very real possibility he would be defeated here. If he lost the Mannequins, his enemies would soon swoop in.
Lucia and Trish watched as Anderson cut and tore through the Mannequins. Both demonesses nodded to each other and turned back to Klaus, prepared to finally end it.
"No...NO! That damned priest! He is ruining everything! I can't fail here! I won't!" Klaus did the most drastic step and tossed his cape off, revealing he held the Anima devices. Lucia instantly sprang forward but hit nothing but air. Klaus slowly floated high into the sky, the Anima devices floating infront. His eyes glowed, his body trembled. Raising both palms to the sky, he sneered and then shouted.
"You fool! You could have been part of the new world! Now instead, you'll burn with that priest and perish in worms and agony. Say goodbye! THIS WORLD IS ENDING, I AM CREATING A NEW REALITY!"
Klaus started cackling wildly as the Animas spun around his body, increasing in rapid formation.
"Oh shit! He's trying to activate them! Everyone! Press towards Klaus, DON" T LET HIM ACTIVATE!" Dexter shouted, directing all fire towards Klaus.
Instantly, all Hell broke loose as the allied army directed their firepower towards Klaus, intending to destroy him before the Anima could activate. The sun set just beyond the mountain peak; the moon's first light slowly emerging. It was now or never. If they failed, and Klaus able to unleash the Anima and destroy this reality, then everything would end.
Bullets whizzed, rockets and mortars fired, grenades were launched. Everything to destroy either the Anima or Klaus himself, who continued cackling and howling like a madman.
Klaus looked down, seeing their desperation. He no longer cared about the Mannequins, Theokoles, or anything. It was finally happening. He was going to win.
"Yes... YES! 2000 years of suffering and patience! It will happen, I will build my new world. No more pain or death, no suffering or loss. I will control everything! I will right the wrongs God has wrought on this reality! All will know my name. Hail Forever, KLAUS!"
Klaus was so engrossed that he did not notice until too late. Whizzing towards him and colliding with the Anima was a massively powerful ball of pure demonic power and energy. The blast, so fast and so powerful instantly destroyed the Anima in a blazing fashion.
Immediately, Klaus froze, horrified. A single tear rolling down his cheek, he was then struck by a volley of powerful energy beams and blasts, sending him crashing to the ground, near the center of the Mannequin army as the vines and holy flames continued tearing and incinerating them. A massive explosion rocked the field, sending debris and chunks of rock scattering about.
"Holy shit! You see that? Did one of us finally nail that son of a bitch!" Nero shouted, covering his face from the debris. All could see a lone figure floating above, his hand outstretched as he slowly lowered it. He was tall and massively muscled, wearing black pants and boots with a purple cloth tied over by a thick black rope belt. He wore a fitting short sleeved shirt beneath a sleeveless purple coat. The man had brown hair past his shoulders, which flapped in the wind as he slowly floated down to land on the ground. He landed closest near Integra, Rosette, and Vladimir. Dexter, Seras, Nero and a few others sprinted over. His back turned, he slowly glanced at the group over his shoulder.
Dexter froze, his stomach flip flopping. Rosette gasped while Integra and Vladimir braced for the worst.
"Sion" Dexter whispered.
Sion glanced at his old teammate, then to everyone else, ending with Rosette. Instantly, a painful expression formed on his face. Though this was quickly replaced by another one; love.
Sion then turned towards the flaming crater where Klaus crashed to. Moments later, Klaus emerged with a blast of crimson energy and furious wails of pain and frustration.
"SION! Time to learn your place!"
Sion instead spread his legs, clenched both his fists, grunted, crouched low and then let out a blood curdling demonic roar of rage and madness as his body was engulfed in tremendous energy, initiating his full transformation. The sky cast a negative ambience three times before settling as the wind died down. Everyone gazed at Sion's transformation with horror and fear.
Sion shredded through his shirt and coat, now bare chested. His size increased, now a hulking juggernaut with his muscle mass significantly greater. Two great horns grew from his head, his hair, now colored jet black, was several inches longer. His skin now a sickly whitish gray color, with his skin cracked like old marble. Thicky spiky bone plates covered his shoulders and spikes jettisoned from his elbows. His eyes were bloodshot red with no visible pupils.
Sion cracked his neck, pointing a vicious talon towards Klaus and then cackled with sadistic glee.
"Klaus, time to die"
Sion sped toward Klaus as they launched back into the air in vicious combat.
And the battle continued.
End Chapter
Coming up next; The Anima devices have been destroyed, and Klaus is left to face against the allied forces. Sion engages him in single combat. Can the Hundred Killer finally put an end to this?
Meanwhile, Anderson continues igniting the Mannequin Army with the dreaded Helena's Nail. Will Father Anderson destroy this demonic force, or will his very soul be at stake as well?
Only a few more chapters before this conflict concludes. Who will remain alive in the war against Klaus?
Whoo! Thank you so much for reading, stay tuned!