Hellsing: Final Judgment

by Kwonkicker

A mysterious and sinister cult, moves forward with their plan of subjugating the human race in bondage and establishing a New World Order. All of the Hellsing and DMC verse must band togehter to stop them.

53. Final Judgment Part V

This is it. Everything has led to this enormous conclusion. It's now an all-out war against Theokoles and the forces of the Underworld. Theokoles unleashes wave after wave of demons against the allied forces, but our heroes are not out of the fight yet. The Shadow of Hell is more wicked than they can possibly imagine. Theokoles heads through the Hell Gate, into the Demon World itself, to begin his plan to break down the veils between the realities and merge everything as one, into the devil's kingdom. Will Theokoles be stopped before reality itself crumbles?

Alucard, Dante, Michael and the rest of the wolf pack venture into the Demon World in a bid to put an end to Theokoles once and for all. Everything hangs in the balance and a very beloved comrade might make the ultimate sacrifice.

Thank you to everyone who has followed this story since its inception! I've received countless messages praising and critiquing it, it truly means the world. For your passion and dedication, this chapter will conclude the fighting and I promise, you will not be disappointed. Enjoy!

Chapter Fifty-Three- Final Judgment: Part V- Into the Demon World

Theokoles spread his arms, cackling with wicked madness. He gazed across the battlefield, still hovering in the sky, the Sin Scythes and all their classes swarming around him. Untold legions of demons now poured the battlefield, wasting no time, killing anything and everything in their path. The Ninth Crusaders reformed their ranks, row after row standing at the ready, aiming their rifles, their bayonets, and their other blessed weaponry. Many of the demons charged and broke their ranks, killing several dozen. The Crusaders fired from their rifles, their weapons proving just as fatal to demons as to vampires, burning them to a crisp.

The Paladins and the Soldiers of the White Lotus joined in tandem; the Paladins battling ferociously with their blessed firearms, working in conjunction with the martial artistry of the White Lotus, managing to mow down several dozen more of the demons. Toshio, Vladimir's childhood friend and former teammate led the White Lotus, cutting down several demons with his sharp blade. Toshio paused, looking up into the air as Theokoles directed the Sin Scythes to begin attacking.

"Aim for their masks! Those things are immune to all physical attacks. Destroy the mask and you can send it back to Hell!" he shouted. Several soldiers, after dodging the gruesome scythe attacks managed to cut and tear the white haunting mask to pieces. The Scythes howled in agony, their scythes jamming into the ground as their body's crumbled away, their haunting and echoing laughter carrying across the field.

Theokoles sneered; they were good. But how long before they would be overwhelmed. More demons continued pouring from the Hell Gate. Theokoles chuckled as he watched packs of lizard like fiends rip through the allied forces.

"Ahh. Blades. Created as foot soldiers by Mundus. Hhm. Mundus was useful for one thing at least; he did manage to make some neat pets." Theokoles said, beginning to laugh as the Blades tore through several more of the soldiers. The Blades were then countered by the Paladin and Crusaders, who used their blessed munitions to obliterate them. It seemed for every demon killed, another three took its place.

Meanwhile, Dante, having just recovered from Theokoles' counter, managed to get to his feet as he rushed over to Nero, who was still unresponsive with a sizable pool of blood beneath him.

"Damn it! Come on kid, hang on!" Dante said looking down on his young compatriot. Rosette had removed her shirt and tying it off to cease the blood loss on the stump of his arm. Seras tenderly clutched Nero by the head. She blinked and then said, "His heartbeart...he's not going to make it" she said lowly.

"Don't say that" Rosette snapped. Instantly, she regretted her tone, looking apologetically at Seras. Sion's death still affecting her deeply. She didn't want to see another comrade or friend die.

"We need any available medical teams to our location. We've got a soldier down. I repeat, Nero is down!" Dexter shouted to his radio.

Dante scoffed then turned back towards the battlefield. The Hell Gate still open, still allowing demons to enter into the mortal plane. "Hate to admit it folks, but this might be the end of the line. If that bastard destroys the boundary between the two worlds, it won't make a difference even if we kill him. All of reality will crumble away in ruin. So, the main objective should be to first destroy that Hell Gate. Then, we take the fight to Theokoles."

"Easier said than done" Dante turned to see Michael, slowly limping forward, followed closely by his pack, and the Salvatore Brothers, all of whom were healing from their brief clash with Theokoles. Michael clutched at his chest; the wounds were taking longer than normal. He glanced around, still seeing the ancestral spirits dashing about the battlefield, tearing through the Mannequin horde. He looked around at his pack; all of them wounded, all of them also ready to continue the fight.

Michael turned to Lucian, the elder Salvatore nodded and gripped Wolf's Bane.

"Dante, you need our help. Theokoles isn't going to keep this fight here. He's going to return to the Demon World, where he'll access his full power. That's where we need to defeat and destroy him. If he is the veil, then surely killing him at the source of his power will also shut that veil down. Right?" Michael asked the devil hunter, who shrugged and said, "Sounds like you pulled that one from your ass"

The pack laughed, even Lucian managed a light chuckle. Dante held Rebellion across his shoulder and said, "But if it's a joint effort, let's hit it then"

Michael turned to his pack.

"Listen, everyone" he began.

"Boss, don't, there's no need. You say where and we're right there beside you, like always." Karl said patting Michael's shoulder. Michael nodded and then turned to Vladimir, who likewise gave a small nod and said, "Make him pay, for the lives he's taken from us. For every person that suffered at his fangs. Kill him, do not let up until his heart stops beating. Those are my orders."

The pack howled in response.

Dante then turned to Seras and Rosette and said, "Keep an eye on the kid. He's not out of this fight yet. He's going to pull through. I know it." Seras said nothing, turning back to Nero who was still unresponsive. And just as the group turned to enter the fight, their actions were halted when a massive black object crashed to the floor from the sky, causing a deep crater. Moments later, two figures dropped down on either side.

"It looks like Hell down here; did we miss much?" one asked. The other, a woman, with a large rocket strapped to her back smirked and said, "Dante, why didn't you let me join in on this earlier?'

Everyone looked to Dante, who chuckled and said, "Well gee, no one told you to fly off for that pit stop, Lady"

"Dude, is it me, or does Dante know all of the baddest bitches?" Sergei cracked, causing Alex and Jacob to laugh. Dante glared at the wolves before shaking his head. He then stiffened when he saw her companion.

"Kazuya?"

All eyes were drawn to the former vigilante assassin, armed with his sword and no longer wearing either his cloak or his mask. Kazuya merely said, "That pit stop is going to help us turn the tide in this battle. First things first, where's that bastard Klaus?" Kazuya asked, reaching and preparing to draw his sword.

"Dead. And currently digesting inside the stomach of our favorite God of all Demons" Vladimir said glancing across the field at Theokoles, who was still hovering as he guided the demon forces from the Hell Gate.

Kazuya, and Lady, both stunned at this revelation. Kazuya shouted, "What?! But...but how did-"

"Theokoles was plotting to take out Klaus the whole time. Sion grievously wounded Klaus, and after the final blow, that's when Theokoles stepped in" Integra explained. Kazuya then asked, "And what about Sion?"

Kazuya regretted his question when he noticed the solemn and mournful expressions around him. Rosette shut her eyes, fighting back tears. Seras gently clutched her shoulders.

Kazuya swore, then turned his back. He then said, "Let's put an end to this. It's time we take Theokoles out. Integra Hellsing, we brought a little gift to help turn the tide in this war" Klaus said gesturing to the massive crater where the black object crashed. Integra took one look, her eyes widening. Seras was instantly at her side, she too shocked.

"Sir, is that-"

"How the hell did you get that here?" Integra asked the two. Lady chuckled, glancing at Dante, who looked confused then to Kazuya who still had his back turned.

"You broke into my mansion, didn't you?" Integra asked, keeping her voice and tone neutral. Kazuya and Lady said nothing. Rosette and some of the others looked on curiously. Vladimir took the initiative to walk over to the crater. When he realized what it was, he too, appeared surprised.

"Seriously, how did you guys even know about that?" Vladimir questioned. Lady shrugged and said, "It'd take too long to explain, I take it you know what to do with it now that we've brought it?"

Lady's question was answered when swarms of bats suddenly appeared around the group. Many ducked and shielded themselves. Except Seras and Integra, the former of which beamed with pride as Integra chuckled and nodded.

"He's back. My master, he's back!" Seras proclaimed excitedly.

As the demon horde combined with the Mannequin Army, all seemed lost as the allied forces were now terribly outnumbered. However, the sudden appearance of scores and scores of bats on the field seemed to turn the tide. The bats engulfed and swarmed the allied soldiers, while attacking and eviscerating through the enemy forces. Several of the Mannequins were lifted into the air, then the bats swarmed and ripped them to bloody pieces. This continued across the field, but what was more curious was what occurred after. Rather than just wonton slaughter and destruction, the bats also separated the fighting forces. On one side, now numbering just shy of 50,000, the allied forces consisting of the Vatican's Iscariot and Ninth Crusaders, the Order of the Cross, the Nightstalkers, the Hellsing Organization, and the remaining Marine, Navy and Air Force Service Members.

On the other side, the remaining 10,000 forces of the Mannequin Army, combined with the demons from the Hell Gate. In total, enemy combatants numbered close to one million, and continued to grow as more demons marched out of the Hell Gate.

Theokoles, glared harshly, slowly lowering himself down to one of the hillsides, gazing at the fighting forces. He folded his arms, then said, "Hmph. Miscreants. They don't know when to quit do they?'

The bats continued swarming and growing, until they took center stage, forming and morphing into a single figure, clad in a red long coat, wearing black riding boots, and holding two massive pistols. He had flowing black hair, crimson eyes like burning coals, and a malicious and gleeful grin as he shouted at the top of his voice.

"INTEGRA HELLSING! MY LORD AND MASTER! GIVE ME YOUR ORDERS!"

"The hell? Alucard? Wait, is he...is he really going to fight alone? That's insane! Even for a vampire as tough as he is!" Dexter shouted, turning to Integra who merely lit a cigar, puffed twice, then placed one hand on her hip.

"Watch and you'll see. Notice what he did, all our forces on one side, away from the enemy. It's more for their sake than the enemy's." Integra said. She didn't seem concerned. Rosette walked up to her and said, "The package Lady and Kazuya brought with them. That's his coffin, isn't it?" Dexter looked at the two, utterly confused, as was Dutch. Vladimir, meanwhile, surrounded by his wolves, was strangely silent. Dante tensed his body, waiting at any moment, as did Trish, Lady, Lucia and even the Black Hand.

Alucard, grinned ear to ear, holding the Jackal and Casull. He gazed around at the legions of demonic soldiers before him. He then shouted, "My sight is on target, my magazine loaded, I've racked the slide and flipped the safety! I can and will kill all who stand before me, but only by your word. Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, my master, only you can command my gun and direct my aim. I'll ask again; your orders, my master!"

Integra took another puff from the cigar, blew out a large plume of smoke and then waved her hand, Seras standing by her side, eyes flashing dangerously.

"Heed my orders then, my faithful servant. With your silver gun, you will stain the black army crimson." Integra said, referencing the Casull, and the Mannequin Horde.

"With your iron gun, you will stain the red army scarlet," her words referencing the Jackal and the demons summoned through the Hell Gate as the inhuman fiends howled and roared, with many ambling forward.

Integra then shouted, "And with your teeth and fangs, rip through and tear the devil to bloody pieces!" This time, referencing Theokoles as the Shadow of Hell smirked and then chuckled.

"Now is the time you fulfill your oath to Hellsing!" and with a wave of her hand, uttered the infamous incantation.

"Release Control Art Restriction System 0! Acknowledge my approval and unlock full ability release until our enemies are eternally silenced. Do you hear me? Remember your oath and duty to Hellsing and fulfill it, NOW!" Integra shouted with such intensity and passion; her voice echoed in the hills of the mountain ranges surrounding the armies. Everyone waited, and watched with great intensity, even Dante seemed on edge.

Alucard meanwhile exhaled deeply, the air around him seemingly growing colder. Then, he smirked, and said, "I am, the Bird of Hermes. Hear me now; I devoured my own wings, and thus, I was tamed!"

Alucard's coffin cracked open, releasing a plume of steam. The Hellsing insignia sprouted upon it. From the inside, dozens of red eyes appeared, one forming around the next as they jettisoned from the coffin in a veritable ocean of blood laced eyes, cascading like a broken bow and flooding the battlefield, towards Alucard who raised his hands, shouted and began sinisterly laughing as he was enveloped. The raging tide of blood continued pouring out and spreading through the enemy ranks, the Mannequins as well as the demons seemed confused, unsure as to how to attack this new development. From Alucard's own body, shadowy forms spread and enveloped him as he disappeared in a massive plume of his shadowy essence.

Theokoles folded his arms, intrigue spreading across his fearsome visage. He then directed the demons as well as the Mannequin Horde to begin attacking. And attack they did, swarming Alucard who disappeared into the mass of shadows. Moments passed where it seemed hope was lost again as Alucard was seemingly ripped to shreds. However, several of the demons as well as the Mannequin's suddenly were sliced to bits in gruesome fashion. Onlookers watched as white streaks raced through the air, slicing through one demonic foe after another, bodies piling in Alucard's wake as he again reconstituted and took shape.

From Alucard's chest, two figures emerged amidst the sea of crimson and shadows. One, a lanky, gangly and thin woman with dark blue hair, holding a long rifle. Another, a tan-skinned man wearing a brown suit complete with a fedora. The man waved his hand as wave upon waves of playing cards sprouted forward, racing at top speed and slicing and cutting any in their path. A group of demons, goat-like creatures resembling Satyrs reared, attempting to attack. The same white streak raced and zig-zagged through the air, blasting through their heads and tearing them clean off.

"Rip van Winkle" Seras said narrowing her eyes, Rosette glanced at her, then turned back to the horrifying and ungodly sight before them.

"Tubalcain Alhambra, the Dandy Man." Seras glanced at Integra, who nodded.

"What...in the...holy name...of...God" Dexter said watching the scene.

The sea of crimson and shadows spread from one end to the next like a limitless ocean. From the mass, more figures and shapes began emerging, taking human form, albeit with blood-stained eyes and wailing awful moans and cries. Some wore regular civilian clothing. What was most disturbing were the hundreds, perhaps even thousands of mid-century warriors, knights and soldiers. Turkish Janissary forces, still wielding their armaments. Ottoman infantry spearmen and cavalry. Some of the knights and horsemen carried banners and flags, some of which were recognizable.

"Wallachia. The Royal Family. The Order of the Dragon, defenders and warriors for God. He...he killed and devoured...even them?" Vladimir said, his hand trembling while still gripping his sword. He remembered the scene years ago against Victor's army. Seeing it here, it seemed all the more terrible.

The wolf pack, still at Vladimir's stead, watched as the Familiar army took center, spreading and attacking both the Mannequin Army and demons from the Hell Gate.

"The Janissaries. Ottomans Turks. All of them, trapped forever in the abyss that is Count Dracula. So, it seems that the Hellsing Organization's claim to power isn't just hype and tall tales." Lucian Salvatore stated with a slight chuckle. Michael casually glanced at him, but said nothing, the rest of the pack too engrossed in the sight before them.

Dante then said, "Sheesh, and Alucard listens to Integra? That woman's got serious brass in her blood." Trish looked from Dante, to Lady, and then said, "We sure he's still on our side?"

"So wait, all those souls were inside him? Is that even possible? How does something like that exist?" Lady said, casually reaching for her rocket, Kalina Ann.

Hearing his comment, Integra chuckled as she puffed her cigar. "I appreciate the compliment, Dante. Everyone, what you are seeing is the true face, and power, of the vampire Alucard. The Nosferatu. No-Life King. Casper and Zamiel. To drink blood, whether it is taken by force or willingly sacrificed is to draw in the essence and soul of another into your being. It is blood which is the medium and vehicle of life. Blood, which transfers from one life to another. Blood, which the vampire craves so fiercely, above all other vices. For it is by blood, and blood alone, that the vampire can prolong his own frailty, defy death by one simple crimson drop."

Alucard's familiar army continued tearing through the enemy forces. Soon the entire battlefield was awash with the corpses of both Mannequin and demon alike. Tubalcain used his magic playing cards, slicing and shredding any in his path. Rip van Winkle's magic bullet sped from one corner to the next.

Theokoles, grit his teeth and clenched his fists, watching the scene unfold. "A Familiar army. The souls of everyone he's ever devoured. Called forth like mindless slaves to do the bidding of their demon overlord. In all my 3000 years, never have I seen this kind of power. Alucard. Dracula, the King of Vampires indeed. I admit, even I am stunned."

Theokoles glanced at the Hell Gate. More demons were appearing. There seemed to be no end. Would even they be overwhelmed by this army? He couldn't afford to waste time. Theokoles raised both hands to the sky.

"You impressed even the God of Demons. Consider that a fair ticket to take on your trip to Hell!" Theokoles shouted, summoning a massive amount of his energy, preparing to strike down his foes in one strike.

Instead, he was suddenly and viciously sliced into halves, blood gushing out as his body parts crashed back to the ground, into the wave of Familiars still engaged in combat with the demon army.

Landing on the floor, now transformed and in his level Zero state, was none other than Alucard himself. Instead of his Victorian-esque ensemble, the count was dressed in chainmail armor and plating, complete with a tattered black cloak. Strapped to his waist was a long broad sword which he quickly sheathed. His hair flowing and unkempt, he appeared much older, with an impressive beard and moustache to match. Alucard's piercing crimson eyes seemed more focused, less sadistic and crazed as his typical appearance. Some flinched at his transformed state. Integra calmly walked forward, Seras by her side, although she beamed with pride and joy at her master's return. Alucard turned to face his progeny and master. His expression softened upon seeing both. Integra stared at her vampire servant, plumes of her cigar's smoke still rising. She calmly folded both arms, and gently smiled.

"You're late, Count." Integra said with a chuckle, drawing a few odd glances. What occurred next stunned everyone. Alucard, the fearsome, unholy creature of the Hellsing family, promptly dropped to one knee, prostrating and bowing before Integra. Moments later he raised his head, gazed into the stern and fierce intensity of his master, and smirked.

"Apologies, for keeping you waiting, my ladies" Alucard spoke with a velvety, Romanian accent. Moreover, he said, 'ladies.' Clearly referencing his beloved child and progeny, Seras Victoria. Alucard's arrival, and the release of his powers brought much needed relief, comfort and aid, although many still looked at him waringly. His army of familiars continued to carve into the enemy ranks, Rip van Winkle's bullet racing about in white streaks, piercing and ripping through one demon after another.

"Alright, big red is back, looking snazzy with that beard if I do say so. Still, there's the issue of the Hell Gate. Until we find a way to close, or destroy it, we're gonna be up to our ass in demons. Then the issue of, him." Dante said approaching. He gazed at Alucard, then turned to watch as a massive pillar of crackling crimson energy formed from the center of the battlefield. Theokoles re-appeared, fully healed and formed as he gave an awful wail of demonic wrath and fury.

"You think your little army is terrible?! Fools! This is only a minor hiccup, at best. You want a piece of me? Come, follow me then, into Hell itself and we'll see!"

Before anyone could stop him, Theokoles sped away at top speed toward the Hell Gate. The Shadow of Hell entered the doorway, disappearing into a beam of light.

"Ah shit, what's he trying to pull?!" Seth shouted, taking a cautious step forward.

"He's going to merge the worlds as one. If he can reclaim his full power in the Demon World, he'll undo the veil. Then, it won't matter if there is a Hell Gate or not. Both Human and Demon Worlds will exist as one, eventually leading to all of reality crashing down. He can then just re-shape it anyway he sees fit." Roman explained as he and the rest of the Black Hand took point.

"Dante, we have to go after him, and fast." Trish said but was halted by Dante. He bobbed his head to Nero, who was still unconscious, his arm a bloodied stump as he was watched over by Rosette.

"I'm going, keep an eye on the kid" Dante said sprinting forward. He joined the Familiar army, slashing and tearing through the demon horde as he made his way to the Hell Gate.

Michael and the wolf pack howled. Michael gripped Fenrir, then cast a glance to the moon. "We don't have a whole lot of time. This is where it counts." He then glanced at Vladimir, nodded, and said, "We're going."

Vladimir tightened his jaw. Then he said, "Destroy him. That, will be my final order to you."

Michael's eyes flashed, his fangs lengthening, he crouched, and sprinted forward as he and the pack joined Dante in carving through the demons.

"Master" Seras said but was halted by Alucard's gaze. His face had none of the sadism or madness he usually took in battle. Rather, his was nurturing kindness, his eyes softening.

"Seras, you stay. Someone must serve at our master's stead." Alucard said gazing at Integra, who didn't reply. Alucard turned his back to his progeny, glancing at her one final time over his shoulder.

"You must fight in my stead, should I not return. You will fight and you will be glorious. Now go and conquer. Go forth and be at our master's call, Seras Victoria!"

Alucard charged through the demon horde, joining Michael and the wolf pack along with Dante.

Watching them go, Seras felt tears coming but quickly brushed them away. She smirked, clenching her fists and then said, "Ok. But I won't forgive you, if you die, master"

Everyone watched as Dante, Alucard, Michael, and the wolf pack, having finally carved a bloody path through their enemies proceeded to enter the Hell Gate one by one, vanishing into bright light, leaving behind the rest of the allied forces to fend off the marauding devils, at least until Theokoles could be killed and the Hell Gate destroyed.

"They're crazy! Do they really expect to make it?" Lady shouted. Trish said nothing while Lucia walked forward, gripping her short swords. "Dante made it back once already from the Demon World. He'll do it again." Lucia raised both her swords, twirling them once.

"I know it."

"I guess it's on us to take care of this lot." Kazuya said, reaching for his sword, watching the armies clash. Alucard's Familiar army, still numbering in the millions continued carving and ripping through the demon horde, slowly, and steadily, dwindling their numbers down. They still had their work cut out for them. Several of the Sin Scythes floated down, cackling their haunting laughter. Kazuya leaped forward, pulling his sword out and slicing and tearing through them as they howled in agony.

Landing to his feet, he scoffed and said, "This is going to be a long night."

Dexter walked over to Rosette, gazing down at Nero who was still unresponsive. "Dexter, we must get him out of here. But if we don't deal with the demons here..."

Dexter grabbed Rosette, kissed her, then kissed her forehead and said, "You keep him safe. Nero's one of the toughest bastards I've ever met, he's gonna pull through. I can sense it. We'll deal with these unholy sons of bitches and send'em back to Hell"

Rosette smiled, then nodded. Dexter got back up, walking to the front as he grabbed his rifle, racked the slide and turned to face his comrades.

"I'm not gonna give you some cliché cheesy speech about fighting and honor and all that. Truth is, we'll probably die here. But if we can prevent even one of these bastards from getting through then that's something we'll have to risk. All I'll say is this: Fight. Fight harder than you have ever fought before. Fight for the man, or woman, to your left, and to your right. If it's not human, you kill it. If you get hurt, hurt'em back. You lose an arm or leg? Shake it off. You get killed? Walk it off"

Just as Dexter finished, a large plume of smoke materialized behind him. Taking shape, was a Hell Vanguard, a powerful and fearsome demon. Feared by even its brethren through the Demon World for its wicked personality, sadistic tendencies and fierce battle prowess. The black robed Grim Reaper-esque demon cackled its haunting cry and spun its purple bladed scythe, aiming the weapon at Dexter. At the last moment, just as it seemed he would be killed, Seth intervenes, transforming back to his Wereshifter state as he caught the fiend's weapon, roaring and snapping it in two. Seth slashed once but the Vanguard teleported, disappearing in a plume of blue dust.

"A Vanguard?! Shit! All units engage!"

The allied forces finally re-entered the fray, as more high-level demons began appearing. Scores of Abyss continued forming, the blood-themed fiends grunting, slashing and cutting through anything in their path.

The Vanguard teleported away, reformed its weapon and cackled before pointing at Seth who again roared and bristled his fur. Seras intervened, spreading her shadows as the Vanguard swatted them away with its scythe as Seras and Seth tag teamed it.

Vladimir, the Soldiers of the White Lotus and the Ninth Crusaders joined the fray, Roman and the Black Hand coming to their aid as well, continuing to cut through the Mannequin Horde.

The Vanguard was a tough opponent, even for the combined might of Seras and Seth. Seth roared, slashed once with his claws and avoided the fiend's brutal scythe. Seras shouted, spreading her shadows which engulfed the Vanguard before it was encircled. Seras then had her shadows routinely pierce and gore it as it cackled and howled before again teleporting away, moving in zig-zagged and swift patterns. This continued on before Seth managed to pin the Vanguard. Seth was impaled by its scythe as he roared in agony.

"Seras, go!"

Seras took the opportunity to spear the Vanguard with her bare hands. Her crimson eyes flashed as she reared, grew her fangs and savagely bit and tore into its neck in a gory fashion, brutally biting its head off as she tossed it aside. Seth roared, pulled its scythe out and tossed it to Seras who caught it once. Seras grimaced; this brought back brutal and unpleasant memories of when she faced off with Zorin Blitz and was blinded and amputated by such a weapon. Seras turned instead to the hordes of demon marching toward them. She grinned, expressing her fangs. She swung and spun the Hell Vanguard's massive scythe around her body before jamming it into the ground.

"Sir Integra, my master, give me your orders!"

Integra chuckled, arms folded, watching her servant with pride beaming in her eyes. "Seras, clean house."

"Sir, my master."

Sera shouted and sprinted forward, her shadows swarming and encircling beneath her feet as she was joined by Seth as the two tore through the many demons in their path. Despite earlier hesitance, the Vanguard's scythe was a welcome addition to Seras who wielded it with amazing dexterity and grace; rapidly spinning it before slicing off heads, limbs and bodies into pieces. Her crimson eyes combined with the speed and force of the scythe made Seras Victoria a truly frightening creature.

Rosette watched the mayhem, still presiding over Nero. Unknown to her, the young demon slayer's heart began pulsing more vibrantly. His left arm began twitching and his eyes fluttering.

Elsewhere...

The Demon World is a confusing place, to say the least. There are untold levels and domains, endless planes and locations. Even in the ancient texts and legends, no one really knows how endless or far it goes. Theokoles, born over 3000 years ago, had never actually journeyed into the treacherous nether realm before. So, after attaining and reaching full power, he entered the Demon World without being certain of what to expect.

The Shadow of Hell, the most fearsome, terrible, savage, bloodthirsty and cruel demon in all of history walked through a limitless vortex, his footsteps echoing in his wake. With a sadistic smile, he then snapped his fingers and instantly the surrounding background and landscape changed.

Now, he was in the Room of the Fallen. An endless lake composed of blood, with crumbling statues of fallen demonic creature half sunken and submerged. Theokoles smirked, spreading his arms.

"Feels nice, being back home an all. I know some of those cunts followed me in, let's see who will arrive first."

Hearing moaning and howls, Theokoles looked to see several dozen Abyss emerge from the blood-like lake, stalking closer and closer to him. Theokoles cracked his neck, waved one hand, and instantly the Abyss lit on fire, howling in pain as they were wreathed in great agony, crumbling and sinking into the lake in smoldering cinder.

Sensing movement behind him, Theokoles summoned to his hand, his massive blade Ares and collided with Dante's Rebellion. Sparks ignited as the blades heated in friction before both men jumped backwards, splashing in the lake. Theokoles spun his blade around before waving it and firing a massive ball of crimson energy. Dante waved Rebellion once, three arcs of energy slashed forward canceling out the attack. The energy dissipated as both men stared one another down.

"Happy to be back home?" Dante asked smirking. Theokoles chuckled and said, "First time in this place. Gotta say, could do much better."

"And Mundus ruled over all of this? Commanding legion at his beck and call in but an instant. Tell me Dante, what was it like fighting the Prince of Darkness?" Theokoles asked, beginning to pace. Dante scoffed and said, "Like swatting an angry child."

Theokoles laughed in response to Dante's quip, tossing his head back as he cackled, echoing in the distance. "From what Klaus told me, after Sparda defeated us, then went and faced against Mundus, he sealed off the two worlds using the amulets, his blood, and a human priestess, that right?"

Dante's expressionless stare answered that question for him. Theokoles then said, "I heard there was another, another demon who also challenged Mundus. What was that name again? Arg...Argos..."

"Argosax the Chaos. He and Mundus fought for rulership of the Demon World but were evenly matched. So, the Underworld was split into two sides; each one ruled by Mundus and Argosax respectively." Dante explained. Theokoles nodded then said, "And now, the Demon World will be ruled by me. For now, once the veil is broken down, both worlds merged and united as one, you won't be able to tell demon from human, I will ruin and corrupt it all. So, Dante, Son of the Legendary Dark Knight, the demon I hate more than anything in this world. I'll offer only once."

Theokoles jammed his massive blade into the ground and pointed his clawed finger at Dante.

"Join me"

Dante responded by shouting and transforming into his Majin Devil State, now sprouting four bat-like wings, talons for claws on his hands and feet, black scaled skin and standing much taller, more muscular than before. Dante pointed at Theokoles and began charging energy into his fingertips.

Theokoles likewise roared with great fury, initiating his own full powered transformation as energy crackled and sparked around him before enshrining him in a massive beam. When everything settled, Theokoles now was in his true form.

He was much taller, similar in height to Sion in his Hundred Killer state. Theokoles's skin turned ash gray; he had black tattoos covering all portions of his body. His slick back blonde hair was now colored white, reaching the lower portion of his back. His eyes were green with golden irides. He had talon-like claws on his hands and feet. Theokoles sported four sets of curving swooped horns atop his head and sprouted thick massive black colored wings. His teeth were a rotten yellow colored as he cackled, plumes of steam escaping from his mouth.

"Ready to die then, Son of Sparda?"

Dante flew forward, powered by the raw and tremendous might of his Majin from. Theokoles took flight, racing at top speed high above the lake where the fallen resided as he and Dante took to aerial combat, clashing and colliding with one another sending tremendous shockwaves of energy rippling through every corner of the Demon World. The power and might continued rising and building, as Dante would fly to one portion and Theokoles the next. Theokoles waved his hand and fired a spray of pin-like blades of energy; Dante responded by summoning Rebellion to his hand, waving and deflecting them. He pointed a finger, firing beams of energy that Theokoles likewise deflected. Theokoles summoned Ares to his hand and he and Dante now engaged in a sword duel. The clash of their fearsome weapons sent shockwaves reverberating through the Demon World. Not since Sparda defeated Mundus had the Demon World been rocked to its core like this. It was very possible that should neither be able to defeat the other, immense power and destruction would tear apart the core of the Demon World and destroy it entirely.

Dante slashed Theokoles, who quickly repaired the damage. Dante gave a demonic roar, spread his wings and fired scores of flaming orbs, colliding with the Shadow of Hell and sending him plummeting back to the lake below. Theokoles was quick to recover, grabbing Ares and laughing.

He was enjoying this.

Dante hovered above, still holding Rebellion. A low growl escaped his throat.

Theokoles prepared to attack again when he was suddenly slashed and entirely eviscerated. Maddening and echoing laughter filled the air as Alucard suddenly phased behind, still in his Level Zero form, wielding his broadsword as he waved blood off.

"That's twice I managed to cut you down. Come on, Shadow of Hell, give me a better fight!" Alucard shouted, raising his sword as his cloak billowed.

Theokoles roared in great fury, grabbing his sword and charging. Now, Alucard met Theokoles in bladed combat, clashing viciously as steel met steel. Alucard moved with blinding speed, he and Theokoles dashing from one end to the next. Dante roared overhead and joined. Red spikes jettisoned from his forearms, cutting Theokoles viciously as Alucard then impaled him through the stomach. Howling in agony, Theokoles ripped Alucard's sword out and kicked him aside. ALucard sneered, half his body morphing into his fearsome hellhound, Baskerville. The multi-eyed hound slobbered and roared with tremendous fury, biting off Theokoles' legs, although they were quick to reform.

Dante fired several flaming spheres at Theokoles who teleported away. Theokoles then growled and snapped his fingers.

Instantly, the three were transported to another plane, even further into the Demon World. The landscape was nothing short of a vast seemingly never-ending void. The ground was an inky charcoal-like substance, and the skyline and backdrop were a crimson horizon.

Dante froze, gazing around. He recognized it as the fated location where he defeated Argosax many years prior. The fact Theokoles could alter and change the backdrop seemed to prove he had the capabilities of warping reality, space and time, all to his liking. They had to slay him, and fast.

Theokoles roared, his terrible voice echoing. Alucard cackled, bats swarming the trio.

"Come on then, Shadow of Hell! What will you do next?!" Alucard shouted, brandishing his sword. His eyes perked when he heard a howl pierce the air. The call of a wolf.

Suddenly, the wolves appeared, immediately launching and attacking Theokoles. Michael and Lucian lead the front, each wielding their respective swords against the massive blade Ares. Theokoles held the two mighty alpha wolves at bay, with the rest of the pack entering the fray.

Alucard, impressed by the wolves, merely smirked and said, "Ah, the true children of the night. Such wonderful music they make."

"Slaughter them, Wolf's Bane!"

Lucian ripped his sword from the scabbard, unleashing 1000 fangs in a single swipe as it cut and tore through Theokoles over and over. However, the Shadow of Hell merely kept reconstituting his body.

"This is pointless. We need a stronger attack. We need to figure out a way to get to his heart, keep him from re-forming. Otherwise, this can go on forever!" Raul said, collapsed to one knee, struggling to heal from his own wounds. Despite their tremendous endurance and durability, fighting Theokoles at full power was proving troublesome even for the Werewolves.

Michael roared, slashing twice with Fenrir. Theokoles caught the second strike between his fingers, sneered and then shattered the blade entirely with his free hand. Michael's eyes widened, then he jumped back, narrowly missing Theokoles's shadows as he crash landed near Alucard, the rest of the pack swooping in, one wolf attacking along the next.

Michael gazed at his broken blade, still gripping the handle. He gently tossed it aside. Alucard then said, "What will you do, Werewolf?"

Michael's eyes flashed dangerously. He leaned back, unleashing a mighty howl which reverberated through the horizon. The rest of the pack doing the same, their bodies pulsing a deep amber color.

Michael raised his right arm, the spectral shape of a great and mighty wolf forming as his arm formed a mighty clawed forearm. The rest of the pack did the same. This was their final attack, intending to blast Theokoles into oblivion. However, the attack never came as Theokoles roared and unleashed his shadows in a massive arc, slashing and/or brutally impaling the majority of the pack as he then batted them aside leaving only Michael and Lucian, still able to stand.

Lucian, bleeding from several gruesome wounds felt panic flood his heart, seeing his brothers struggling to their feet. Growling, his eyes flashed as he again gripped his sword, watching as Theokoles smirked and taunted.

"What will you do, mutt?"

Lucian roared in response, charging and clashing with Theokoles. Jason, struggling to his feet, grit his teeth, his eyes flashing as he said, "Get him...big bro"

Dante landed to his feet beside Alucard, he glanced at the count, then back to Theokoles, watching as Michael and Lucian continued teaming against him. Dante roared and flew forward as Alucard likewise joined him.

Back in the Human World...

The demon horde clashed with the allied forces in an apocalyptic clash that threatened the future of mankind. The allied forces dwindled down to the remainder of the Iscariot, the Ninth Crusaders, the Order of the Cross, the Nightstalkers, Soldiers of the White Lotus and any surviving human soldiers. Bullets whizzed, rockets and grenades were launched, swords and knives and claws met flesh and bone and blood.

Dexter, pausing to re-load his rifle looked at the sight around him. Seth tore from one end in his Wereshifter state. Raskos, joining in as both behemoths smashed their way through the enemy. Alucard's Familiar army proved enormously beneficial; demons continued coming through the Hell Gate. His shadowy army, numbering in the millions, was an instrumental part of tipping the fighting in their favor.

Dexter racked the slide, struggling to his feet. "We're only stalemating. Unless we destroy that damn gate, this is just going to go on and on." He spoke. He watched as Vladimir cut off the head of one of the Mannequins. Panting heavily, he then jammed his blade into the ground, pausing to catch his breath. They had been fighting for hours, everyone was pushed to their absolute breaking point. Vladimir glanced over, perspiring heavily. He rotated his neck and then removed his ballistic vest, revealing a sleeveless black top, allowing him to swing his well-toned and muscled arms more freely.

"Damn, big sexy with the guns." Dexter cracked, causing Vladimir to laugh.

"If my wife heard you, you don't know the things she'd do to you" Vladimir said grabbing his sword, waving it once as he cut off another demon's head, the fiend bursting into flames from the sacred ancestral blade.

"Yeah? Doubt she's tougher than Rosette" Dexter said bobbing his head to his beloved future bride, who stared at him crossly before shaking her head.

Vladimir held up his sword, assuming a ready stance. "Mariska was hunting for Werewolves when she was still in grade school."

"Yeah? Rosette could take on a dozen Ghouls by herself" Dexter countered, tossing a grenade and watching several demons explode.

Vladimir and Dexter continued battling beside one another, trading barbs and quipping over who's loved one was tougher.

"Men. Are they seriously bragging about that? Even now?" Rosette questioned, shaking her head and blushing. Integra, standing beside her, simply nodded and said, "Such is the nature of the beast" she then gave a light chuckle. Integra then said, "Your fiancé though, he's unlike any man I've known. In him, I see many of the qualities once spoken of the great Abraham Van Helsing. He's staring down a literal army from the pits of Hell, and he finds the time to praise and compliment the woman of his dreams. Admirable, and I admit, quite attractive." Integra then puffed from her cigar.

The fighting continued waging on so intently, no one noticed Nero's body suddenly begin pulsing. His bleeding had stopped; his body beginning to glow a vibrant blue color. While Nero's physical body was healing and repairing, inside his mind, his emotional and mental faculties were repairing as well.

Get stronger, Nero

A voice called to him. It pulled him, reached him. It beckoned to him. At first, it was faint, somewhere distant. In time it grew louder, reaching Nero loud and clear as day.

Get stronger, Nero. You have to. For your friends, for my sister. Nero, you have to get stronger!

Nero found himself standing in an endless white void. No discernible background could be seen. His voice echoed endlessly. Nero turned to his left, seeing no one there. Then to his right, likewise, seeing no one there. It was clear he wasn't on the battlefield any longer. Nero turned behind him, and there was Credo. Kyrie's older brother, likewise, a brother-like figure to Nero as well and the former Supreme General of the Holy Knights of the Order of the Sword.

Gasping, Nero said, "Credo?"

Credo began pacing, his hands behind his back. "What are you doing, Nero? You're stronger than this. You've shown that strength countless times. Whenever my sister needed you, whenever...I needed you. Now you're willing to give up?"

"This is different!" Nero shouted, his voice echoing in the void. "This isn't like Sanctus. This is...this is end of the world stuff. Klaus may be dead, but Theokoles, I don't know if we can stop him."

"You can, and you will stop him. Think, Nero, why did Theokoles incapacitate you? It's because he knows of the power within you. The power that descends from Sparda's blood. If you and Dante combine your powers as one, even the Devil himself will fall by your might. Believe in that same power that you used to save Kyrie all those years ago." Credo said, watching Nero's changing expression. Nero dropped his head, biting down hard on his lip. Lifting his head, tears streamed down his face.

"I'm sorry, Credo. I couldn't save you, that day. I couldn't protect you because I was weak. I've always...I've always hated myself for failing you." Nero said, his voice breaking.

"Can you...can you ever forgive me?"

Credo smiled warmly, walking and gently patting Nero's shoulder. "There are years of faith and love between us. Nero, there is nothing to forgive. If anything, I ask you for forgiveness, for not seeing sooner. I welcomed you, and called you my brother, and yet I cast you aside because of my own weakness."

Credo then said, "Go, Nero. Save your friends. Then, go home to Kyrie, live your lives. You're strong, Nero. And you will tap into that strength and awaken your true power."

The void surrounding them began crumbling and breaking apart. Nero watched as Credo began backing away, smiling warmly as he waved.

"Goodbye, Nero"

Nero's eyes opened as they flashed red. His body engulfed in an enormous explosion of bright blue sparkling energy, completely enveloping him. The wind picked up from the massive amount of energy he released causing many to cover and shield themselves. Rosette shielded her eyes, waiting until the explosion settled down. When it did, she watched in amazement as Nero stood there, fully and completely healed and restored. However, his transformation was vastly different.

Nero stood in a large crater, in a fully realized Devil trigger state. His hair was longer, having a shaggier look. His eyes now glowed a deep golden color, with black cat-like slitted pupils. His skin had a scaly reptilian appearance, with fierce talons in place of nails on his fingers and toes. Most notable, two spectral blue colored arms clutched his shoulders, forming very large and wide makeshift wings.

Both Rosette and Integra stared, neither one expecting this development. They then watched as Nero raised his right arm, now fully regenerated. Light formed and appeared as Nero manifested the Devil Arm, Yamato, complete with its stylish sheath. Nero gazed down at the sword, then to his companions, utterly silent. Rosette took a cautious step forward.

"Nero?..."

Nero responded by roaring at the top of his voice. He switched Yamato to his left hand, his spectral wings taking shape and spreading as he swiftly took flight. Nero began flying across the battlefield, unleashing Yamato in a torrent of destruction, slicing and cutting through the remnants of the demonic hordes. The Mannequin Army responded, only to be sliced into bits thanks to Yamato's unparallel cutting abilities.

"This blade...is it...?"

"Yes...this is the Yamato. The Devil Sparda once used this..."

Nero landed on his feet, still transformed into his devil state. He was instantly surrounded by waves of demons. Alucard's Familiar army ambled towards them, however this proved unnecessary. Nero crouched into a low stance, instantly removed the Yamato at breakneck speeds. To the untrained eye, Nero barely flinched. In truth, he was using one of Yamato's most noted and famed abilities; Judgment Cut. Whereby, the user pulls the blade from the scabbard with such speed and deftness that the opponent is sliced to shreds before they are aware.

Immediately, dozens of demons and Mannequin's were cut into bloody pieces.

"Holy shit. Has Nero always been this strong?!" Seth said watching with awe.

"It seems he too, has awoken his inner devil. Nero has always been strong, yes. But his true power always remained dormant. It is often said when a devil fights for a cause other than their own strength. When they have a strong will and desire to protect something, or someone greater than they, that devil awakes a truly remarkable source of power. It is believed that is how Sparda was able to fight back the legions of the Underworld and even defeat the devil king, Mundus" Roman explained, his comrades taking point beside him.

Trish found herself in agreement with the leader of the Black Hand. Lucia and Lady still beside her. Lady then said, "Trish. Look at Nero. I mean, really look at him. Remind you of someone? Someone we knew from the past?"

Trish said nothing, but she knew who Lady was referring to.

"Well shit if Nero is this damn strong, we finally have a real shot and ending this damn war" Dutch said narrowing his eyes. They then watched as a final shout from Nero and a massive dome of energy destroyed more of the demon horde. Nero stood there, back to his human state, although his spectral arms were still visible. Blood stained his clothing, he held Yamato, now sheathed in his left hand. In his right, the severed head of a demon as he crushed it to bloody bits.

Nero turned, gazing at the allied forces. Then he turned his attention to the Hell Gate.

"I'm going. We'll put a stop to this." Nero said walking forward.

"Hang on, Nero. What do you intend to do? You're stronger now, no doubt but are you sure you can beat him?" Trish asked. Nero didn't reply for a while. Then, he said, "I'm sure Dante already figured it out. It was always gonna come down to the two of us. You said it yourself. He believes and trusts me. I think he figured out why Theokoles really wanted to bring the Hell Gate out, and why he was so earnest to get back his full power. It's because he knows what will happen if Dante and I tag-team him."

Nero then gestured to the Yamato in his hand. "This sword was forged out of Sparda's power. Originally, it along with Rebellion were part of his soul. Sparda managed to take out Theokoles, and Klaus, and then still had strength left to face Mundus. Theokoles had to have always known that if both were united against him, it would mean his end. So that's why I'm going. Worst case scenario; if somehow, we still can't end things, then I atleast can sever and seal off the Demon World."

"Nero, you do understand that if the worlds are separated, you will be trapped as well." Lucia said. Nero glanced at her, smiled, and nodded ever so slightly.

"Have fun here guys, I'll give that bastard a ripe thrashing. For everything he's done, everyone he's hurt, I'll end this bullshit today."

Nero shouted, transformed back into his devil state, spread his wings and took flight, racing toward the Hell Gate as he entered in a blinding flash of light.

Thanks to Nero's intervention, the demon horde was dwindling. The Ninth Crusaders, their own numbers greatly reduced, took this opportunity to lead the charge, joined in tandem by Alucard's Familiar army, racing from one end to the next and utterly decimating the demons before them.

"Let's go! This will all be pointless if we don't destroy these assholes here!" Vladimir shouted waving his sword as the holy and sacred ancestral sword burned several demons to a crisp. Vladimir was joined by Lucia, Trish, Lady, Kazuya, and even the Black Hand. The Mannequins were dwindling down one by one. Between the combined might of Iscariot's blessed weaponry, the holy munitions of the Ninth Crusaders, the legendary army would soon be destroyed.

"The humans...they don't give up."

"No. They defied even the Darkness Mundus on that day..."

"We see. We see why Sparda favored the humans..."

The Mannequins seemed intrigued at the courage and resolve of the human forces. Despite not wielding or possessing any unholy or superhuman abilities, humans like Vladimir and the Iscariot were more determined than ever to see to their destruction.

Vladimir shouted as he cut through one of the Mannequin's, slicing it in half. The friends' remains were then swarmed in flames as it burned away. Panting heavily, Vladimir suddenly formed a plan. They had to turn the tide, take out as many of the enemy as they were able to.

"Rosette! Dexter!" Vladimir called his comrades. Rosette, having re-joined the fighting, glanced up, Dexter at her side as he re-loaded.

"Gonna need you guys on this one. I think I have a way to take them all out at once, it'll buy us more time." Vladimir said pointing to the remaining forces of the Mannequin army.

The demon army, once numerous, was also swiftly dwindling down. The combined might and fearsome prowess of the familiars, along with the released spirits of the Werewolf ancestors proved their undoing. The wolves continued howling, sweeping from one side to the next, tearing, biting, hacking and mauling any undead or unholy foe in their path. It would not be long now. Victory for the allied forces was definitely near.

Lady fired from Kalina Ann, the rockets blowing apart several demons. Trish took the sword Sparda shifting to its scythe form as she tossed it in a wide arc, as it raced around like a boomerang, cleaving dozens of demons in half. With a shout, she summoned golden arcs of her energy as it empowered the sword, now blowing apart the enemy forces.

Lucia and Kazuya fought side by side. Kazuya slashed with his sword. Lucia spun her cutlass blades, mixing in her lethal martial artistry, flipping and kicking several of the demons as Kazuya would then slash them to pieces. The pair seemed to work in perfect tandem, matching one another in synchrony.

Vladimir was ambushed by several of the Mannequin's. He parried and countered their attacks, maneuvering around them. Just as he intended.

"Now!" he shouted. Two of the Mannequins were belted with several arrows, halting and crippling them. Two more were subsequently blown apart from several grenade shots. The last one clashed and tangled with Vladimir who promptly swung his sword, cutting off its legs. Vladimir kicked it aside, then jammed his blade into its midsection, impaling it to the floor. Vladimir watched as Rosette set upon it, using her blessed arrows to pin its arms and hands.

"Is this going to work?" she asked Vladimir. Vladimir removed a rosary bead from his clothing, kissed it, then said, "No clue but it's now or never"

The Sokolov ancestral sword, in response to the Mannequin's demonic nature started pulsing vividly. The blade glowing a darkening crimson red color as the fiend was lit on fire. However, the flames did not fully consume it. Rather, Vladimir's prayer with the rosary beads binding it down, using it like a battery as they charged the purifying flames. And due to their mental link, other Mannequin's around the battlefield began bursting and lighting on fire, wreathing in agony as they were purified, becoming nothing but char and cinder.

"More sacred flames?!" one cried out, reaching to the sky as if Heaven itself had descended and unleashed its wrath. One by one, the famed Mannequin army was quickly being burned and swept away. The allied forces watched as their enemies began burning, being consumed in holy immolation.

Vladimir concentrated, sweat beading down. He closed his eyes, continuing to offer up prayer in combination with his rosary beads. Rosette joined him, linking and holding hands. Dexter followed suit as well. To their surprise, Integra joined followed by several dozen of Iscariot's Paladin Priests.

"The prayers of the righteous availed much. Now, saints, warriors, papists, let us pray these foul demons back to Hell!"

Many of the demons were burned and immolated in addition to the Mannequins. Seras and Seth still in the grip of combat, watched their foes burning away. Seras, still using the scythe of the Hell Vanguard jammed the weapon into the ground, taking point by Seth who shifted back to human form. Seth looked around concerned, he didn't want to risk Seras getting caught in the blaze as well. Before she could react, he scooped her up into his strong arms. Seras blushed, then giggled as he stole a quick kiss and bounded off in one leap, just as the flames swept through.

Vladimir, concentrating, watched as the Mannequin which he had impaled, gazed at him. The demon, clearly still wreathed in agony, instead managed to speak to its human opponents.

"You...you humans...indeed have...bested us. When we were commissioned by the Darkness Mundus, it was because humans are weak. So, he said. Humans are weak and deserve to be trampled."

Vladimir said nothing, watching as the body of the Mannequin began burning apart.

"The Darkness was wrong. Humans...are strong. Humans are stronger than demons. Because you humans are frail, fragile, flawed, yet you possess courage and convictions. That is why the Darkness Mundus wants to rule you. Because he lacks that conviction, and it terrifies him."

The Mannequin gave a mirthless chuckle, as his body crumbled and the flames fully consumed him, ending his life, and in turn, bring an end to the feared and terrible Mannequin Army.

"Farewell, humans. You won." his voice carried on the air like a whisper.

The flames dissipated, leaving smoldering cinder and plumes of smoke carrying to the sky. The Mannequin Army, once numbering 500,000, was finally brought to ruin.

As word spread, celebration started among the allied forces. Vladimir collapsed to the floor, exhausted beyond measure, he glanced over at his ancestral sword, plumes of steam hissing from the immolated remains. Despite his exhaustion, he smirked.

"Thank you, ancestor"

Dexter turned to the Hell Gate, no longer spewing forth legions of demons. Perhaps this meant Dante and the others were gaining ground. He clenched his fist and said, "Come on guys. Finish it. Come home to us."

Back in the Demon World...

Theokoles roared, clashing against Dante before turning his attention to Alucard. Alucard cackled wildly, using his broadsword to clash evenly with Theokoles. The trio pitted in bitter combat, sparks of energy forming in wake of their destructive battle. Alucard paused, sheathing his sword and pulling out both the Jackal and Casull. He opened fire, unleashing round after round into Theokoles's body, shredding and forming a gruesome hole as Theokoles crashed to the floor, slowly rising to one knee. Alucard laughed wildly.

Lucian and Dante took that step to attack the Shadow of Hell. Lucian pulled out Wolf's Bane while Dante used Rebellion. Both men cutting down on Theokoles's neck, intending to cleave off his head. Struggling against the obscene demonic might of the Shadow of Hell, Lucian roared with enormous vigor, his fangs growing, his eyes flashing. Dante, still in his Majin form likewise roared with great fury. Blood gushed out, despite his injury, only a third of his neck was actually cut through. The ground cracked beneath them, rumbling could be heard all around. The rest of the wolf pack watched with growing horror.

"They...they might do it" Raul said, healing from a previous injury.

"Lucy!" Jason and Jacob cried out to their beloved older brother.

Theokoles, despite being pinned, was pushing back, summoning forth his shadows in an attempt to deflect their swords. Lucian grit his teeth, summoning every ounce of strength he had. His body and muscles straining to their absolute limits.

"By the Salvatore name, you...will...DIE!" Lucian howled, veins popping on his head. Wolf's Bane cut an inch deeper. Just a little more and he and Dante could cleave off their opponent's head.

Or, so they thought.

Theokoles, roaring with such fury and madness, deflected both swords, leaving his opponent's wide open. Grinning he prepared to strike, intending on ruthlessly slaughtering both Dante and Lucian. Everyone prepared for the worst. Ramone, Jason, and Jacob dashed forward, hoping to save their brother.

The blow never came. Rather, Theokoles was blown back by a massive amount of force which sent him skidding to a stop several feet back. Slowly rising to his feet, groaning, he looked as Nero now stood there, armed with the Yamato in his left hand.

Theokoles's eyes widened; it couldn't be.

"No..NO!" he roared with fury and fear.

Dante stared; this was not like the old Nero. The wolf pack gathered at their side, Alucard too, impressed by this unexpected development. The vampire count whistling as he tucked his pistols away.

Nero grunted, then shouted and transformed into his devil state, blue energy sparking around him. Dante chuckled, then nodded his head in approval. Without wasting time or words, the two sped forward to Theokoles, beginning a massive assault on the mighty devil.

"Everyone, stand down. It's up to them now. Dante and Nero are in a class of their own. They're on a level similar to that of Sparda. All we can do is watch" Michael said stepping forward, clutching his shoulder. Kathy was at his side, tenderly clutching his hand. The rest of the pack remained silent, simply watching as Dante and Nero clashed against Theokoles. It was only a matter of time. The winner would soon be decided.

Dante and Nero, fully realizing their power, began to wear down Theokoles. The Shadow of Hell was ripped apart over and over. Nero slashed him multiple times with the Judgment Cut technique, each time it took longer for Theokoles to repair the damage. Dante would then spring forward with his Rebellion, cutting and slashing. Nero roared, sending multple blue crescent slashes as Theokoles ended up losing his arms as a result.

Theokoles, howling in pain crashed to the floor, wreathing in agony, blood cascading out from his wounds. Nero landed on the floor, Dante beside him. They both watched as Theokoles slowly stood to his feet, exiting his transformed state. He spit up two mouthfuls of blood and began cursing his enemies.

"It doesn't end here! I am the God of Demons! I won't end here! My spirit, my will, it's unending. You damn Son of Sparda! Damn your whole legacy!"

Dante chuckled, exiting his Majin state. Nero likewise did the same. Nero tucked Yamato into his waist and pulled out Blue Rose. Dante removed Ebony and Ivory. Twirling his pistols around, Dante then said, "My brother and I had a special little phrase back when we were kids."

"Jackpot. I know, I heard, from Trish." Nero said not taking his eyes off Theokoles. Dante then said, "Care to do the honors?" as he then aimed both pistols. Nero did the same. He charged demonic power into his revolver, cocked the hammer, aimed, smirked and nodded.

"Don't do it!" Theokoles cried out.

"Jackpot!"

Nero and Dante fired two massive shots, blasting a melon sized hole through Theokoles that destroyed and ruined his heart. The Shadow of Hell gave a shrill and awful wail, his skin turning sickly white, cracked and then his body slumped to the ground, dead.

Nero sighed, spun Blue Rose, then tucked his revolver away. Dante shook his head and likewise holstered his pistols. He turned to Alucard, as the vampire count nodded and said, "Let me. A little taste from my past"

Alucard's shadows swarmed at his feet before spreading forward like a bullet, engulfing and swarming Theokoles's body. The demon's corpse was then ruthlessly impaled, from his anus through his mouth. Despite being dead, his body actually quivered, shook and then slumped as he was hoisted into the air on a massive spit.

The gruesomeness of such an action actually sickened the spectators. Michael closed his eyes, turned his head and pulled Kathy closer to him. Lucian said nothing, his brothers flanking him. Dante whisteled and said, "Damn, just, you know, right up his ass like that?"

Alucard then said, "You wouldn't want to hear what they sound like still alive."

Before they could celebrate finally defeating Theokoles, the sky began to crack and shatter like broken glass. The ground rumbeled and echoed as the group struggled to stay to their feet.

"Damn it! What now?" Nero shouted.

As the sky and horizon continued shattering like a broken mirror, a massive beam of light surrounded the group. Moments later, they found themselves in a new location. It was an endless white void, the ground cracked and crumbled forming a pathway to a portal of such. Closer inspection revealed it to lead back to the Human World.

"Guess that's the ride home" Dante said. This revelation was cut short as dozens upon dozens of demons began appearing. Demons of varying class and rankings; some insectoid, some like goats or rams, others, too ghastly to describe. Four demons in particular appeared. They resembled humanoids, having two arms and legs but walked quadrupedally. They had a large hand growing out their back. Worse still was the awful and haunting laughing chant they made, their jaws wide and stretching open.

"Great. Nobodies" Dante said unhappily pulling his guns out. The group began attacking as the demons swarmed. The wolf pack, though wounded, managed to rip through several. Nero and Alucard were back-to-back, both firing from their massive firearms. Dante lead the charge, slashing and cutting through with Rebellion. Michael roared, clawing and tearing off the heads of several demons, joined by his packmates. He and Lucian working in tandem.

"Damn it! They just keep coming!" Sergei and Alex said slashing with their claws. More Nobodies appeared, cackling and laughing. One managed to grab Raven. Raul was instantly to her rescue, slashing the ape-like fiend to shreds with vicious fury.

More rumbling began, the group finding it harder to stay to their feet.

"The worlds are now separated. With Theokoles dead the veil is returning to normal. We need to hurry, otherwise we'll be trapped in the Demon World. Everyone, to the gateway, it should take us back through the Hell Gate, go!" Nero shouted as the group sprinted to the gateway. More and more demons began appearing. It was almost as if the Demon World was a living entity, and it was determined to keep these intruders trapped as punishment.

As they made ground, Michael began to realize something. He knew it from the moment they entered the Demon World in order to stop Theokoles.

Michael paused, slowly turning his back to the group. Instead staring down the massive horde of demons pressing their way.

"Boss!" Raul called to him. Michael merely turned to his pack mates.

"Everyone, go. I have to stop them. It'll buy you all enough time to get through the Hell Gate." Michael said as everyone approached.

"What are you talking about? We're going back, together, like a team. Just like we always do." Kathy said glaring at him. Michael shook his head, clutching her hands. "Babe, you have to go. Once you guys get back to the human realm, destroy that Hell Gate. That way these bastards won't be able to follow through."

"But...Boss. If we destroy the Hell Gate how will you get back?" Robert asked. Michael's silence answered that, as instantly, the pack was adamant against his decision.

"Are you crazy?! We won't let you!" Sergei and Alex yelled. Even the normally stoic Hiro was aghast.

"Michael, think about this. Once the boundaries are closed there's no way to open them. Not unless you can summon another Hell Gate. You'll be trapped here, for all eternity" Lucian said strongly. Michael nodded, then smiled, very gently.

"Nero can destroy the Hell Gate, as well as close up any remaining portal. We stopped Theokoles. Now, someone else must make sure the Underworld remains separate from the humans."

"I'll stop you; I'll drag your ass back to Russia if that's what it takes." Raul said strongly, stepping forward and angrily staring at Michael. Michael chuckled and patted his shoulder. "Even if you could, why would you be so cruel as to refuse an order?"

"Boss...this is INSANE! You can't think we'll seriously let you do this! We need you! You're not just our leader; you're our father too!" Sergei and Alex shouted, fighting back tears.

The demon horde continued growing; Lucian and his brothers, along with Alucard and Nero sprinted forward, buying time for the pack.

"Listen, enough with that mopey shit! If you're gonna do something, then do it fast!" Nero shouted cutting through swaths of demons with Yamato.

Michael sighed heavily, then said. "Listen, everyone. This is my duty. As alpha, as your leader, this position requires I be ready to put my life and very soul on the line. All to ensure that my pack, my family, my children can live another day. I've been preparing for a play like this ever since we started this conflict. I knew that one day, one day I must be prepared to give my all. And I have, not just in service to Vladimir, but to you all."

Sergei and Alex immediately rushed into Michael's arms, tears flowing, hugging him tightly. "Don't leave us, please"

Michael tenderly hugged them back, then, kissed both on the forehead. "You both have become such fine warriors. I've taught you everything I know. Now it's your turn to carry that torch on. Alex, time for you to find happiness; you've got a certain lady waiting back home. That's part of why I'm doing this."

"Boss, I know I can't stop you. But, please, I've served at your side for centuries. It can't end like this." Karl said holding his head down. Michael then said, "This isn't the end my friend."

Hanya was silent, but Michael smirked and bumped fists with his subordinate. Raul, still angry, turned his head away, fighting back tears of his own. Laughing, Michael hugged Raven deeply. "Take care of him, please. He's a good man, I'm glad he found a mate as fine as you."

"Oh Mike.." Raven said, tears pouring down her face as she returned the hug.

Michael finally made eye contact with Kathy. She didn't say anything right away. But after a few moments, ran into his arms and pulled him into a deep and fierce kiss. Breaking it, she stared into his eyes and said, "Come back to me, swear it. Come back to me."

Michael nodded, "Indeed, my lady" he smirked and kissed her again. Michael turned and began walking away from his pack, past Alucard who nodded respectfully as Michael returned it. Past Nero, who Michael shook hands with, thanking him, and telling him to make it back home to Kyrie.

Dante folded his arms, then said, "You sure about this?"

Michael's silence answered him. He was focused on the next coming horde of demons as they roared and howled menacingly. Dante then waved two fingers, "As you wish then. Adios, dude" and the devil hunter turned and followed the group towards the portal.

"Be nice if I had a sword" Michael said more to himself. He was thus surprised, when Lucian approached and handed him Wolf's Bane, his clan heirloom. Michael looked down at it, to Lucian and then said, "But, this is-"

"I know. Though different blood we are still bound by our forefather. It is as much your heirloom as Fenrir would have been mine. Please brother, take it, she'll serve you well." Lucian said strongly, his brothers silent, but their expressions intense. Michael hesitated, but then took the blade from Lucian. Holding it tightly, feeling the raw power swirling through it. Nodding, he walked past the group, toward the demons as more Nobodies approached. Michael found himself surrounded by the demons, but he did not panic. His pack left him behind, some with tears in their eyes as they, the Salvatores, Nero, Dante, and Alucard entered the portal and back through to the human realm, just as Michael ripped Wolf's Bane from her scabbard and began assaulting the hellish legions surrounding him.

Meanwhile...

The allied forces finally managed to hold off and defeat the demon armies, but at a terrible price. Many beloved comrades had been lost to this war. Soldiers trekked across the battlefield, checking on the wounded, the infirm and injured. Dexter had called in to their support for aid and evac; such actions would take at least a couple of hours. For the time being, the fighting had died down, only the occasional stray devil appearing here and there. The Mannequin Army had been entirely wiped out.

Rosette was back at Sion's body, knelt beside the former ruler of the Demon World. Dexter and Seth slowly approached, Seras did too, ready to offer comfort to Seth. Clenching his fists, Seth swore and collapsed to his knees, smashing the ground with his bare fist.

"I can't belive...I can't believe he's really gone." Seth said. Rosette said nothing, still holding his hand which had long gone cold. Dexter tenderly clutched her shoulders.

"Babe, we'll take him back to New York. I think that's where he'd want to be laid to rest. I think, I think that's fair." he said, trying to cheer her up. Rosette nodded gently, tucking back her curly brown hair.

"I remember now."

"Babe?"

"He came to visit me, one last time. After the battles in New York, before we mobilized against Klaus. Sion came to see me. He must have used his hypnosis on me then, because I'm only now remembering what happened. I remembered getting angry. He kept calling himself a monster and a demon for what he did while fighting Klaus. I told him I never thought of him as such. It's because, as scary and as vicious as he could have been, Sion had incredible loyalty and kindness in his heart. I even slapped him." Rosette chuckled. Dexter and Seth said nothing, just listened.

"That's when he told me, he always loved me, and had been in love with me for a very long time. It's funny; I kind of knew. I just kept telling myself that a demon wouldn't really fall for a human. But there was no doubt. Despite his own feelings, all he wanted was for us to be happy." Rosette then smiled, gently leaning and kissing Sion's forehead.

Dexter held his head low, all the memories and feelings of his deceased comrade and friend flooding his mind now. Yet, strangely, he was also at peace, perhaps coming to terms with Sion's passing. He glanced over at Seth, who nodded, holding hands with Seras.

Suddenly, the Hell Gate began rumbling before a brilliant light flashed from its doors. Moments later, several figures began emerging.

"Look! They're back!" One of the Paladins shouted. Dante, Nero, Alucard and the wolf pack were greeted by excited cheers of celebration. However, the mood wasn't shared by the group. Nero glanced back to the Hell gate. Then, he turned to Dante who likewise nodded.

"Do it"

Suddenly the Hell Gate flashed vibrantly. Fearing the worse, each individual prepared for combat. The gate began shaking violently as plumes of hazy black smoke emerged. The smoke increased in size and volume around the battlegrounds before rising to the sky. The smoke took the shape of a horned demonic skull, which grinned maniacally to the denizens down below. Suddenly, it exploded as seven different plumes of smoke divided from the greater mass, and then as abruptly as it appeared, the seven shapes took flight, from one corner to the next with a loud bang. Silence followed suit.

"What the hell was that?" Vladimir asked.

"That couldn't have been Theokoles." Lucian said turning to Dante. Dante shook his head and said, "No. That was definitely some kind of demonic figure or presence. The energy was similar to Theokoles. I'd say, equally as powerful."

"But those shapes. There were seven of them. So we can reckon seven different demons escaped here into the real world. Each one is roughly as powerful as Theokoles. Fantastic." Raul said shaking his head.

Nero then swiftly, and deftly pulled out Yamato and waved the sword once, then slashed forward sending a crescent energy toward the monolith which promptly sliced it evenly in two halves. Nero did not stop there, slashing rapidly at breakneck speeds before a final slash, skidding to a stop. He stood, turned his back to the gate, waved Yamato once, twirled and then slowly sheathed the sword in stylish fashion. The Hell Gate then crumbled into dozens of evenly cut pieces.

Dante whistled, impressed as he clapped his hands. "I give it a...8/10. Could've stuck the landing a bit more." He said chuckling as Nero glared.

Trish, Lady and Lucia walked over, noting Nero with the Yamato and then towards the destruction of the Hell Gate. "I take it the former God of Demons is..."

"Vanquished. And with a stick up his ass, literally, courtesy of big red here" Nero said bobbing his head towards Alucard, who chuckled. Alucard noticed Seras and Integra approach.

"Well done, my Count" Integra smiled warmly. Seras bowed and greeted her master politely. Alucard gazed at her, then smiled. "You have become so strong. My, Seras Victoria."

"Wait so, guys, is it over? Did we win?" Rosette asked, a hint of excitement creeping into her voice. It didn't end with her; news of the death of Theokoles carried through the allied forces, many of whom celebrated along with their prior victory over Klaus. It was finally over. They had indeed won.

Vladimir curiously glanced at the pack, then said, "Wait, where's Michael?'

No one answered. Each of the pack giving a solemn and mournful expression. In Sergei and Alex's case, the tears still flowed. Kathy stepped forward; her expression pained.

"He...he's trapped. He's trapped in the Demon World."

Vladimir's eyes widened, pain in his expression as well. Integra and Rosette looked at him, with Integra tenderly clutching his shoulder.

"He did it so we could all escape. He held off the demons so we could get back through the Hell Gate." Nero said sighing and holding his head low. Vladimir shook uncontrollably, his fists clenched so tightly, his knuckles turned white.

"That...idiot!" Vladimir shouted. Kathy flinched; she fought back the tears. She hadn't the time to mourn the fact her beloved mate, her husband, companion, lover, was likely never to return.

"I'm sorry, Vladimir...I'm so sorry" Kathy said finally breaking down. Raven rushed in, pulling her into a deep and comforting hug, she too was crying. Sergei, Alex, and Raul likewise joined. Moments later, the pack began howling, their calls echoing across the Arctic Valley. They were joined in by the spirits of the ancestors Michael released.

Lucian Salvatore, along with his brothers, stood by and gave the pack their respect. Sighing heavily, Lucian gazed at the sky; the moon was setting, the sun would soon be rising. Daybreak would crest and peak beyond the mountains. Closing his eyes, the eldest Salvatore gave passing respect to his former rival.

"By the Salvatore name, we will give honor and respect to our comrade. Farewell Michael. My friend, my son...my brother..."

Lucian likewise reared back and howled, as did his brothers.

The battles ended. Many lives had been lost in the conflict against Klaus. And some, paid the ultimate sacrifice. But the enemy has been destroyed, the world safe again, and for now, the various forces united against a common threat and enemy, could rest knowing they had accomplished their mission.

End Chapter

Sheesh! Another emotional ringer. Thank you all for reading. Two more chapters in the works. Since I've returned to this story, I once again have received messages, mostly asking about some loose ends. For faithful and sharp-eyed readers; there are answers to certain questions I will provide. The final two chapters will conclude this story. Our heroes successfully defeated their greatest enemy yet. But with heavy casualties. Will Michael forever be trapped inside the Demon World? What of the mysterious demons that escaped into the mortal realm? What will become of Nero, now that he's reached a new height of power? Keep reading, thanks again!