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.

54. Requiem

I hope everyone has enjoyed the action up to this point. This chapter will tie in some loose ends, some of which I've received several messages about. Many questions will indeed be answered. A final epilogue chapter will then conclude this story. As always, all the support I've gotten over the years has been greatly appreciated. I know this was a long time coming, so I wanted to make it especially entertaining. Thanks again for reading. As always, Hellsing and Devil May Cry are owned/copyrighted by Kouta Hirano and Capcom respectively.

In this chapter, our heroes re-group and reconvene after their titanic battle against Klaus. The former leader of LOD is dead, as are his minions and greatest servants. Theokoles, once feared as the most terrible and savage demon in history, is also dead. Many lives have been lost in this terrible conflict, and now begins the process of healing and returning to normal. Although, normalcy is anything but.

Michael has been trapped inside the Demon World; will he ever return? What will become of the wolf pack without their beloved alpha and leader?

Sion gave his life in the ultimate sacrifice to destroy Klaus. Will Rosette and the rest of the Nightstalkers recover from his passing?

Nero has awoken a massive new surge of power. Will things change for the wise-talking young demon hunter?

Stay tuned and enjoy!

Chapter Fifty-Four- Requiem

The war and conflict against Klaus had finally come to an end. Klaus, leader and master of LOD, was finally defeated. For over 2,000 years he opposed and waged a secret war against the Christian Church, using all manner of unholy and demonic forces. His greatest servants and generals were likewise vanquished. The Greatest of these was the Shadow of Hell and Harbringer of Death, Theokoles. He too, dead and defeated and impaled in the Demon World. The world could now take a sigh of relief knowing that such an evil enemy was gone. And it was thanks to the combined might and effort of several factions.

Hellsing. Iscariot. Nightstalkers. Order of the Cross. Soldiers of the White Lotus. These secret factions have long waged war against the forces of darkness for untold centuries. Combined with the military might of the United States, Britain, Russia, and other forces, they were able to destroy Klaus and all his forces. But at great cost.

Hellsing, led by Sir Integra Hellsing, lost her beloved butler Walter Dornez. Iscariot lost Father Anderson, hailed and feared as their greatest executioner, assassin and vampire slayer. The Nightstalkers lost Sion, their greatest soldier and most beloved friend and companion. Sion's case was particularly noteworthy, given his status as former Ruler of the Demon World.

Vladimir and the Order of the Cross suffered losses to his security forces, most noted by the sacrifice made by Captain Yuri Reznov. Most severely, Michael, the alpha and leader of the Werewolves was trapped in the Demon World, a sacrificial move to allow his family to escape to safety. There was no telling how, or if, he could ever hope to return. Even Dante remained doubtful about this.

Then there were the untold number of civilians lost in the many conflicts and clashes against Klaus's forces. Although many were joyful that Klaus was dead, and his armies destroyed, there were still feelings of sorrow and even guilt. For so much had been lost, so much had been sacrificed in order to defeat Klaus.

But for now, the citizens of the free world could breathe a much-needed sigh of relief. Klaus, perhaps mankind's most persistent enemy, had finally been vanquished and his plot to subjugate humanity was foiled.

Back in New York, the allied forces were being debriefed back at the UN Headquarters in New York. The President, her administration as well as delegates and representatives from the leadership of the allied nations were convening in the wake of their military victory against Klaus. Despite the losses suffered, and the loved ones sacrificed, there was hardly time to grieve or mourn. Apparently, there was still work to be done.

"Damn, another conference? Seems only a few months ago we were plotting how to stop Klaus" Dante said escorted into a large conference room by two Secret Service agents. The agents looked at the devil hunter questioningly but remained silent. Moments later, Nero was likewise escorted inside, followed closely by Trish, Lady and even Lucia. All still had their weapons; Nero set Red Queen aside in her case with Dante placing rebellion into its typical guitar case.

"How's it feel? Having a normal arm again, kid?" Dante asked. Nero glanced at him, shrugged, and then said, "Honestly, I kinda miss the old one."

"Wait, seriously?" Trish asked, gazing at Nero curiously. Nero smirked and said, "Well yeah. Definitely came in handy in a fight. The color scheme also matched my outfit" he said gesturing to his typical red and blue clothing. Nero held up his right arm, examining it. Although he could feel the enormous power gushing through his body, he slightly reminisced of his old Devil Bringer arm. Dante chuckled, walking to the table and taking a seat, putting both legs up and resting his hands behind his back.

"I wonder what we're doing here?" Lady asked, setting Kalina Ann against the adjacent wall.

"Beats me. More than likely, there's a lot that has to be discussed regarding everything that went down with Klaus. I'm guessing the President wants to be brought up to speed. It was her administration which had been monitoring and tracking his activity this whole time. Reminds me why I always keep out of politics" Dante said staring at the ceiling. Trish walked over, sitting on the table beside him, tossing her blonde hair back.

"You think he's dead? I mean, he spent 2000 years' operating in the shadows." Trish asked. Nero frowned and said, "He must be. Theokoles ate him. How the hell do you survive that?"

"Not without some serious antacids" Dante quipped. Trish rolled her eyes. Lucia, in typical fashion, was silent.

Nero glanced towards the doorway, entering were Rosette, Dexter and Seth. Nero felt a twinge of guilt; it was awkward seeing them without Sion present. He hoped to God his face didn't betray his feelings. Rosette seemed to sense it; she forced an awkward, but gentle and warm smile. Dexter did the same while Seth seemed distant.

"Well, here we are. Back home." Rosette said taking a seat, with Dexter sitting beside her. He looked at everyone in the room and sighed. "So, this another de-briefing or did we screw up?"

Dante shrugged, Trish then said, "De-briefing."

"Hard to believe it's finally over." Rosette said folding her arms on the table, still dressed in her combat gear, as was Dexter. Seth leaned against the wall, arms folded before he too sighed and said, "It's weird not having him here."

Everyone turned to stare. Seth shrugged and said, "I know I'm not the only one thinking it. Sorry, Rosette, but it's true."

Rosette smiled and said, "It's ok. He's here, with us, in spirit. I feel it."

Dexter then said, "We get paid overtime for this?"

Dante laughed and said, "Well if we do, I'll tell them just cut me a hard check. Maybe it'll be enough to pay off my debts."

"Hey, don't forget you STILL owe me for the job we did in Fortuna. Plus, the two or three after that, Dante." Lady said pointing. She glanced at Nero, shrugged, then watched as the young knight shook his head.

"I'll be more than happy to pay off those debts, Dante"

Everyone turned to see Vladimir enter, along with the wolf pack. Vladimir took a seat adjacent to Rosette while the pack spread out, although Kathy, Raul, Raven and Karl took point near Vladimir, who shifted in his seat. "I still owe you for helping us back in Russia. I meant what I said: You need, or want, anything, please let me know. You too, Nero, we especially owe you for saving for our asses. Hell, the whole world, owes you."

Nero, not used to being praised, was unsure how to respond. He instead nodded then said, "I can't accept money, not my style."

Vladimir nodded but insisted on re-paying Nero's prior assistance in some possible way. Dante, on the other hand, was more than happy to accept monetary re-payment.

"Maybe this way I can keep my lights on for more than a day." Dante chuckled. Vladimir laughed, as did Rosette, Dexter, even Lucia managed a light chuckle. Good. Anything to bring levity. Despite their success, there were obvious feelings of loss and sorrow. Rosette and the Nightstalkers lost Sion. Sion was more than a soldier, an agent and a fighter. He was a friend, one of Dexter's best friends. Along with Seth, the trio were incredibly close over the years with Dexter admitting he loved and cherished them both like brothers. The pain of his death was still quite raw.

The wolf pack likewise deals with similar wounds. Michael, their alpha and leader, was trapped in the Demon World. Kathy, his mate, his alpha female and beloved wife, partner, lover and companion now faced leadership of the pack. She was well supported however; Raul and Karl and likewise Raven would no doubt support and serve as her Betas, her seconds-in-command.

Sensing their feelings, Dante then said, "So, what's it going to be like running the show without him?"

There was no hostility or sarcasm in his tone, for once. His was a genuine, compassionate inquiry. Kathy smiled then said, "He promised he'll be back, and so, I'll wait."

Dante whistled and said, "Devotion, I like that. This world needs more of that"

"Indeed, it does, Dante"

Now entering, was Integra, accompanied as always by her two faithful vampire escorts, Alucard and Seras. Integra walked in, taking a seat beside Vladimir. Alucard and Seras flanking her side. Seras briefly locked eyes with Seth; their attraction obvious as the two blushed and pretended to look in other directions.

"Dude, you two were literally playing grab ass in front of me the last time we fought in New York. Don't act all shy here" Nero said, eliciting laughter from several people in the room. All except Alucard, whose crimson eyes flashed dangerously, as if annoyed by something.

Seras, furiously blushing, shouted something about Nero being a bloody fool. Integra herself, normally stoic and reserved, managed a light chuckle.

"The heart wants, what it wants, Seras." Staring at her mistress, Sera's jaw dropped, her face so red it looked like a tomato. Rosette, stifling a laugh, glanced at Seth, who uncharacteristically seemed flustered. He too, blushed furiously and turned his head away.

"So, what now, big red? The fighting is over, the vampires and other monsters gone. What are you going to do from here?" Dante asked Alucard. The count chuckled, removing his wireframe glasses and bore his fangs.

"What do I do? Why, I'm surprised you'd even ask that, Dante. What I do is always. My master points and tells me who to kill, and I happily pull the trigger. I will do what always needs to be done. Because I'm a monster, and I always do, what monsters do. Although..."

Alucard's grin widened, in typical sadistic fashion as he pointed. "You and I can always have another go. What say you, Son of Sparda?"

Dante chuckled, glancing casually at some of the nervous looks. He figured the rest of the group was picturing another fight between the two. Shaking his head, he instead said, "I'll take a rain check."

"Holy shit. Dante, turning down a fight? Man, this war has really changed things. Maybe for all the better" Vladimir quipped as leaned in his seat.

Rosette turned to Vladimir and said, "Where's your friend?"

Vladimir said, "Probably half-way back to Japan by now. The White Lotus isn't much for sharing the spotlight. They came that one time to New York because it was crucial. You think Hellsing is secretive? Hellsing at least has the acknowledgement of the Crown and Her Majesty. The Soldiers of the White Lotus aren't even acknowledged by the Japanese government as an official organization. Real low-key, they've been that way since Japan's feudal days."

Lastly, the Salvatore Brothers entered. Immediately, everyone tensed as all eyes were drawn on them.

"Relax. I can practically smell the apprehension. There is no need for conflict at this point. We've all suffered loss, it's pointless to add to it." Lucian said, his brothers as usual, at his side. The eldest Salvatore made eye contact with Vladimir. Both men gave a respectful nod. Lucian sat at the far end, arms crossed as he sighed and tossed his head back.

"The question now is, where do we go from here? Life will be far from normal. As I mentioned, all of us, in some way, have lost something in this war. Some, more than others." Lucian said glancing at his brethren from Michael's pack. No one replied, Kathy holding her head low, being comforted a moment later by Raven who cast a harsh glance towards Lucian.

After several more moments, and a few more back and forth quips, the President herself finally entered, followed by her Secret Service escorts. Immediately, most everyone stood to their feet, giving her a polite or curt greeting. She merely asked everyone be seated. President McGuire wasted no time. Sitting at the head, she calmly rested her arms on the table and began speaking.

"I'll get right to it. I imagine most of you are dreadfully tired. We have finally brought an end to this war, this awful conflict. And it is thanks to the noble and brave men, and women sitting in this very room. We can say, beyond a shadow of doubt, that Klaus is dead, and his forces defeated." She said gazing around the room. No one replied or answered. Even Nero and Dante were silent, without a sarcastic remark. The President then continued.

"My administration with support and cooperation from the leaders of the allied nations have been going into overdrive once this conflict started. It's been painstaking research, but we are certain of a number of things. One, the Anima devices that Klaus and his forces sought to wield, have all been destroyed. Moreover, the means and mechanism by which to craft them have also been destroyed. In short, even if Klaus were, in some form, able to return to power he can never wield them ever again."

"That's something I've always been curious about, Madam President. How does one craft these devices?" Vladimir asked. The President then said, "It's an arcane ritual, involving human sacrifices. Honestly, it's best if you don't know the specifics. It's...it's ghastly, to be honest." She said watching his changing expression.

"Now, you've all been gathered here for a de-briefing. So let me get to the point: Although Klaus is dead, and his armies vanquished, there is still the damage done concerning public trust and scrutiny. Even we can't suppress the knowledge and truth forever. Civilian knowledge of supernatural events is on the rise. As are general inquiries into the attacks in New York, Russia and other skirmishes across the world. The public is making it abundantly clear they aren't buying the suppression stories we're dishing out. Sooner or later, they will uncover the truth."

"As you might recall, for some time my administration had been tracking and monitoring Klaus' activity for years now. We've uncovered everything regarding his operations: Who supplied and manufactured his weapons and arms for his forces. We also know each and every individual that was under Klaus's control. Every man, every woman that he used to infiltrate society. We believe that Klaus has been using political leadership for years, we think this is how despite his most brutal actions, Klaus himself always stayed in the shadows."

"Son of a bitch. So, he did have politicians on his payroll." Dexter grumbled. Rosette gently held his hand, but she stayed silent. Rosette glanced at Vladimir, who was deeply infuriated. She then glanced at Integra. The two ladies locked eyes; as always, Integra was stoic and reserved, but she too was clearly angry.

"Madam President, do you have names?" Seth asked.

The President nodded, sighed, then said, "Yes. The leadership here, which represents most of the allied forces we formed to unite against Klaus will be briefed and informed by my administration. You'll get the names. Then, you are free to clean up house by any means necessary."

"Really? By any means?" Lucian asked. The President nodded. "Mr. Salvatore, you'll find that we are also calling on your brothers, and yourself. You all were instrumental in fighting Klaus. We will also see to it you are adequately compensated for services rendered."

Jason and Jacob smirked, then grinned towards one another. Ramone merely said, "Brother, it looks like I've got some serious accounting and financing to do." Lucian chuckled, glancing at his younger brother and nodded.

"That goes for everyone here. The United States, Great Britain, Russia, Rome, the entire free world is in debted to you brave souls. Personally speaking, I can't thank you all enough. You all have fought and shed blood and tears for God and country. That is something that will never be taken for granted."

"Madam President?" Rosette asked.

"Yes, Ms. Cristobel?"

Rosette hesitated, then asked, "What of Kazuya Hale? What is...what is to be his fate?"

Rosette's question was met with stony silence. It had been a notion everyone wondered. Sure, Kazuya was instrumental in the war against Klaus. But he was also responsible for countless murders going back 50 years. Across multiple different continents and cities. His rampage in New York was where he had finally been apprehended.

"As it stands" the President began as she crossed one leg over the other. "Kazuya Hale will still be tried and executed for the murder's committed."

Rosette did not meet the President's gaze.

"One good deed does not trump a lifetime of murder and assassinations. I know it is...difficult to hear. But this has to be how things are done. As President of the United States this is something that I cannot overlook. Kazuya will be tried, and we will see to it justice served."

Dexter tenderly clutched Rosette's hand. She still didn't meet the President's gaze. "How about my buddy Raskos?" Dexter asked.

"Yes. The Monster of Pelham. He's been moved to a more secure facility while we determine an appropriate measure of containment and security for him." The President said.

"Now, moving to other matters. This is something of a personal curiosity. When I became President, the existence of supernatural threats became a reality. I knew of the rumors, almost anyone in modern day politics does. For example; there were always rumors that a secret sect of law enforcement was devoted to tracking, monitoring, and eliminating dangerous supernatural threats to the United States. The rumors suggested however, they were connected to CIA death squads, and not a division of the FBI." President McGuire stated, glancing at Rosette, Dexter and Seth. She smiled warmly, then said, "And then the rumors of a mercenary, hunting and killing demons, although he himself was a demon. The Son of the Legendary Dark Knight, Sparda"

Dante shrugged his shoulders, a cheap and sheepish grin on his face. Trish rolled her eyes and pushed his head down causing some to laugh. Nero said nothing, leaning in his chair.

"And then of course, the rumors about our friends across the pond. A secret division of the Anglican Church, under the authority of the Queen of England herself. Protestant knights and warriors who slay vampires in the name of God, whilst being allied with the greatest vampire of all ages. Hellsing, formed by the legendary Van Helsing himself."

Integra gave a mirthless laugh, twiddling with yet another cigar in her fingers. Alucard chuckled; removing his glasses, exposing his crimson eyes as his hair grew inches in length. Seras, while not as sadistic and crazed as her master, nonetheless gave a confident smirk.

The President chuckled and shook her head. "There were other rumors, and whispers, of course. Only those in the top echelon of the federal government knew the truth. We knew of Hellsing, Iscariot, the Order of the Cross, even Fortuna and the knights associated there. We knew the work these organizations were doing: Killing monsters and protecting the public. I didn't want to believe the rumors myself. Until I saw the proof and evidence for myself."

The President uncrossed her legs, sat up straight, gazed around at the curious glances and then spoke.

"I know how Klaus gave demon blood to the vampires in his control."

Integra stopped rolling the cigar, she glanced at Alucard who stopped grinning and then to Seras. Dante likewise turned more serious, sitting up straight. This was something that had always bothered him. When Vladimir first contacted him for assistance, he lured him in with the prospect of fighting vampires fed and empowered by demon blood. Dante glanced at Vladimir, who returned the serious expression. Clearly, he was curious about this development. The President cleared her throat and began her explanation.

"When Lucian Salvatore was freed from PUR facilities, several agencies swooped in, clearing and/or destroying any evidence of Klaus' experimentation. Klaus had been researching the various militaristic applications one could accomplish with demon blood. It wasn't just vampires he was feeding and strengthening with. Klaus developed a specific serum he intravenously forced Lucian to take. That we already knew. Correct, Mr. Salvatore?"

Lucian's amber eyes flashed; his fingers folded into a tent. His brother's sense of his mood remained tense, but alert. Ramone gently patted his elder brother. Lucian turned, softening his gaze upon seeing his younger brothers. As always, they had their big brother's back, and they'd do anything for him, and he the same. Jason likewise gently patted his other shoulder, Jacob folded his arms, holding his head low.

"Yes, Madam President, that is indeed correct. I must admit; as much as I have wanted to kill him, I was curious myself how Klaus did it. I don't imagine demon blood is very easy to come by" Lucian stated as an observation.

"To make it succinct; Klaus and his forces were summoning lesser and mid-ranked demons to this plane. They were quickly captured, subjugated and held in captivity while Klaus pumped them dry. At first, he was able to mass-produce the blood. But it became more difficult to not just summon demons to this plane but keep them under control. Demons aren't meant to be in the human realm, and mass forcing them can result in disastrous effects. So, Klaus wanted a surer method which didn't involve such a risk. And he found it. God in Heaven, he found it. Reginald, if you please?"

Reginald, the senior agent in her command opened a briefcase and began passing out folders to each attendant, even to every member of the wolf pack. Inside were several photographs, written and detailed reports, time stamps and even facility listings. While the attendants reviewed the photos, the President was silent. She was anticipating the reaction.

"Jesus. H. Christ." Vladimir said dropping the folder, his hands trembling.

There it was.

Integra's eyes widened; her hands likewise trembling. Seras looked at Alucard, who seemed a mix of rage and contempt.

"What?" the vampire count said with disgust.

Nero was lost, although he shared similar reactions of horror, intrigue and disgust. Trish, Lady, and Lucia likewise were confused. Nero tried to gauge Dante's reaction; the devil slayer seemed merely intrigued.

The wolf pack, trying to sense and gauge the proper reaction, looked at Vladimir.

"Boss?" Raul asked Vladimir. Vladimir, his expression still horrified, merely glanced at his subordinate.

"Think back, more than a decade ago. Remember a certain enemy that resurfaced? We couldn't intervene and assist because we had our own problem that night. The Vatican offered them aid, but I don't think it went as well, did it, Sir Integra?" Vladimir glanced over to her. Integra didn't meet his gaze, simply gave a weak nod.

"Brother, is this...?" Ramone asked Lucian who held up his hand. He was waiting to have the President confirm. She glanced at Alucard, who had torn up his folder and tossed the shredded remains. His fists trembled, his fangs grew, his eyes flashed.

"Klaus...he truly was a rat bastard. Scurrying in the shadows, scavenging over the remains, looking for his time. To think he went so low as to find...her"

"Wait, I'm still lost. Who? What the hell is this we're looking at? Babe?" Dexter asked his future bride. She too, was lost. Seth, although disturbed, did not have any answers. The photos showed a ragged, mangled, gaunt and grisly looking corpse of a disheveled and unholy woman, bound in chains and rotting cloths and bandages. Attached to her body were numerous wires, pins, needles and other equipment. She was impaled through the heart, pinned to a steel table.

Finally, the President broke the tension with a name.

"Mina Harker."

Alucard roared with great fury, Seras, concerned for her master looked questioningly at Integra. A brief stare calmed thing down.

"Who is Mina Harker?" Nero asked.

"Mina Harker. Wife to Jonathan Harker. One of Count Dracula's greatest adversaries. Together with Quincey Morris, John Seward, and Abraham Van Helsing himself, they defeated Dracula, killed off his minions, destroyed and set ablaze his castle and ensured the count could never harm again. But, this was after tragedy had already struck. You see, she had already been bitten, drained of her blood, and drunk from the count. Thus, she became a vampire." Integra said.

"Wait. Time out. You people can't be serious. Count Dracula. As in...Bram Stoker? That's just a story!" Lady said looking incredulously at Integra. Integra scoffed then said, "And don't you realize all stories bear some background in truth and reality? This is the legacy of the Hellsing family. You saw what Alucard can do and yet you still doubt?" Integra challenged with rising indignation.

"Madam President, what the hell was Klaus doing with...with..her?" Seth asked, tossing the folder on the table.

The President sighed and said, "I'm sure Ms. Hellsing realizes this. Alucard, Dracula, No-Life-King, whatever you choose to call him. When Van Helsing defeated him, he did not die. Instead, he was kept alive and brought back to London, where he was forced to servitude, to become the fearsome monster of the newly Anglicized Hellsing Order. As such although she fully turned into a vampire, Mina did not die. She apparently never fed or drank even a drop of blood, which would have realized her transformation into a true vampire, where she would gain full access to all her powers. No, Mina merely became a wayward and detestable corpse. Others soon found her and exhumed her remains and experimented on her for nefarious purposes."

"Millennium" Integra said growling.

"Millennium?" Rosette asked.

"Think back. Millennium were the remnants of the Third Reich, a division of Adolf Hitler's occultic forces. Their goal was to weaponize vampires to create an undead army. Hellsing forces intervened, just before the end of WWII and destroyed their facilities. So, they thought. Millennium survived, returning decades later and launched an assault on London as vengeance. However, this time, there would be no coming back. Every single Millennium operative, including that insane little Major, and every artificial vampire under their control, was killed and their operation shut down." Vladimir stated. He turned to Rosette and said, "This was years ago. British forces, even Vatican intelligence suppressed the knowledge. The last thing the world needed to know was that Nazi's had returned, with an army of vampires."

"Ok. But how the hell did Klaus get hold of this thing?" Trish asked, disgusted by the corpse of Mina Harker.

The President then said, "We don't know. Apparently, Millennium was being watched by Klaus himself. He felt threatened by their schemes. Perhaps fearful that if Millennium was successful in their mission, it would impede his plans. When they were destroyed, he sent his forces to comb through their bases, their facilities, everything they controlled. And that's when he came across her. Klaus did not use her right away. He still had plenty of demon blood. He turned to her when he realized who and what she is, figuring she would be a better source. According to an investigative report by the CIA; Mina Harker, because she was sired by Dracula, and fed from him, contained the cells, essence, and biological structure of potentially one of the most terrible and vicious demons. Just the thing Klaus would need to power his vampire soldiers."

"So... but wait, it was said the vampires were fed demon blood. So, this thing. This, Mina Harker, she was the source of the blood used? So, is she a demon, or a Vampire? Or something worse entirely?" Rosette asked.

"More or less. Based on the reports Klaus took it a step further. As mentioned before, although a vampire, she technically is not a true vampire because she never fed on fresh blood herself. Whilst the vampiric curse remains active in her essence and skin and cells, it's incomplete. Perhaps the reason why Millennium's artificial vampires were nothing more than pseudo, quasi-clones of Alucard. But Klaus did something no one thought possible. Klaus actually revived her. At least, for a short time. He had her force-fed demon blood, which not only activated the vampire curse in her but also strengthened her to the point she could be used as a surrogate to supply him with the demon's blood he needed."

"And what will become of...her, now that Klaus is dead, and his facilities shut down?" Dante asked.

"She is in United States custody. Even I don't know the location. We think it best that she remains there, until we can figure out what to do. She's not alive, and yet, not dead. Nor can she be considered undead. She is...remarkable. And yet, she is terrible. If she were to ever return, she could very well be the instrument of our undoing. She is wicked and false; a ruined, most ghastly creature. In all my years on God's earth, I have never seen such a sight." The President said with a heavy sigh.

"I'm curious about something else. The Vatican. Father Anderson gave his life to put a stop to Theokoles. If only, temporarily. He used one of their holy artifacts." Vladimir said going through another folder.

"Yes. Helena's Nail. I'm aware." The President responded.

"Well, what will become of the nail? And for that matter, the Vatican's Ninth Crusaders? And Iscariot itself? I notice they don't have any representatives here at this meeting.' Vladimir asked glancing at the President.

"The Nail was returned to Vatican custody. Many of you aren't aware, but the Vatican's Iscariot group is undergoing, shall we say, an in-house cleaning. It seems the new Pope has ex-communicated a certain ill-favored leader."

"What? Enrico Maxwell has stepped down?" Integra asked curiously.

"Indeed. Apparently, he was ordered to relinquish leadership lest he face...heavy consequences. The Nail will reside in Vatican custody."

"Before we conclude this briefing, are there any lingering questions? Anything that you want to put to rest?" The President asked.

"I do, yes. It's something that's bothered me for some time." Vladimir said, folding his fingers in a tent.

"Go ahead, Mr. Sokolov."

"Some of you are unaware of this. Many months ago, when this conflict with Klaus escalated, my wife, Mariska, and my son, Joseph, were the targets of an assassination attempt. Klaus somehow managed to get a mole into my organization. Thankfully, we caught wind of his actions and my family emerged unharmed." Vladimir said. Rosette raised her hand to her mouth; she never knew this, nor did Integra or anyone else. The wolf pack tensed; Sergei and Alex glanced at each other, then to Kathy who's eyes flashed.

"My Lord, Vladimir, why didn't you tell us?" Integra asked, concern in her voice.

"I didn't think it possible. Anyone who works under the Order is heavily scrutinized, vetted and checked. The people I have working under me, around me, I trust wholeheartedly with my life. For Klaus to be able to sneak a mole in meant that there was someone in our agency who was working for him. And yet when we investigated, we found nothing. The women he used was quickly disposed of; she never gave up a name. We simply chalked it up to happen-stance and bad fucking luck. But I digress. Madam President, do you know who the mole is?" Vladimir gazed at the President.

The President did not answer, staring down with Vladimir. He was tired, wounded, weary. He was a man who loved his family more than anything and would do anything for them, even sacrifice his own life. Vladimir was a man who would kill everyone present during the meeting if it meant saving his wife and son. Such viciousness was no doubt a by-product of his upbringing as heir proper to his bloodline and organization. The man controlled a pack of Werewolves; he was clearly someone never to be underestimated.

Vladimir might be young, but there was something so utterly intense about his gaze and expression that it both unnerved and frightened the President. With a heavy sigh, she relented and gave up a name.

"It was Ivan Petrova."

Vladimir's eyes widened. Ivan Petrova. The deceased spouse of Irina Petrova. Who just so happened to be Alex's new mate. Vladimir didn't need to turn and look at his subordinate. The tension and rising anger were palpable.

"We determined Ivan had been Klaus' main spy within the Russian government. It's how he was able to amass such resistance against your people. Ivan fed him information for years; being he was among the top staff to the Prime Minister; he had ready access of information to leak."

"But he was murdered. Ivan was killed by vampires. We investigated but couldn't determine who ordered it." Vladimir said clenching his fist.

The President sighed and said, "It was Klaus, tying up loose ends. Apparently, Klaus ordered Ivan to bring Irina into the loop. She was a trusted confidant of yours for years. Who better to snoop and gain access to the enemy's plot? But Ivan still cared for Irina. He refused, knowing full well that Klaus likely would have her killed. So, instead, Klaus killed him and masked it as a vampire attack. But the damage was already done. Klaus planted that mole for some time in your organization. It was just a matter of waiting for the right time to strike. You were so busy tracking his movements, it left you vulnerable in other areas."

Vladimir growled lowly. Although his family was safe, the thought they came so close to being victims of Klaus' schemes still angered him.

"This makes it more pertinent we now be especially vigilant. Again, Klaus is dead. His armies were destroyed. But we should take this time to make sure that all his dirty little secrets come to light. We can't risk something like this happening again."

No one else spoke, although the President sensed the weary and heavy mood. Vladimir sighed heavily, closing his eyes. God, he missed his wife. He missed his home. He couldn't wait to get back to them. Vladimir felt a hand on his shoulder, looking to see Kathy gently smile. That calmed his spirits as he nodded and smiled back.

"Thank you all, for service to God and country. It wouldn't be hyperbole to say that the free world owes you a great debt. On behalf of the United States at least, we will see to it that debt is paid. All of you shall be richly compensated."

The de-briefing concluded with many more questions being answered. Now was the time for everyone to pick up their lives and return to normalcy. And it just so happened that the Salvatores had the perfect means.

"PARTY AT THE SALVATORES! Girls, food, drinks, debauchery! Don't know about you all but I plan on getting LAID tonight!" Jason Salvatore shouted raucously, standing outside the UN General Assembly, waiting for the rest of the group. Jason again made a comment about eating and drinking to his heart's content, then making love to a beautiful woman. Much to Ramone's chagrin. The second eldest Salvatore promptly smacked his younger brother upside his head, to which Jason swore and glared.

"Brother, mind your manners, there are ladies in our presence." Ramone said gesturing towards several of their female company.

"Well, it's nice to see someone around here with manners." Trish said, as she approached with a coy smirk on her face as she folded her arms. Ramone then said, "May I ask your drink of choice?"

"Whiskey"

"Excellent. Care to accompany us back to our estate?" Ramone asked, offering his arm. Trish smirked, locking arms with him and said, "Why, certainly. Such a gentleman"

"Dude, what just happened?" Jacob asked, watching the scene. Jason meanwhile had his jaw hanging open, Lucian simply chuckled and shook his head.

"Your brother's got game, I give him that. Tons of guys always throw themselves at her. Trish ends up leaving a trail of broken hearts. Kinda sad, honestly." Dante said chuckling and shaking his head. Jason and Jacob then turned to him curiously. "Wait, so then that means that you and Trish aren't..." Jacob began but noticed Dante's shrill expression.

"Hell no, dude. Thought never once crossed my mind" Dante said sharply. Nero rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath.

"I don't get you, Son of Sparda. You've got some of the baddest looking females in your clique. Hell, all of them literally will fight beside you, can't ask for more in a woman. And not once have you ever-" Jacob started but was cut off by Dante.

"Nope" the devil hunter replied.

"So, you and Trish. Not once? Not ever?" Jacob asked, folding his arms.

"Nope."

"And not you and that Lady chick, either?"

"Nope"

"Well, why not?"

Dante shrugged and then said, "Trish looks like my mom. Even I know there's laws against that"

"Wait, WHAT?!" Jason and Jacob shouted. Dante shook his head.

"Party at the Salvatore's? I'm game. We never finished our previous brawl." Seth said approaching and casting a challenging gaze at Jason, who grinned, his fangs lengthening as he motioned for Seth to bring it.

Lucian again chuckled, then said, "As my dearest baby brother put it, we shall indeed be holding celebrations at our home. Ordinarily, I'd be against associating with those who do not share pure wolf blood, let alone humans. But in this war, we all fought a common enemy. And as Salvatores we always honor those who would shed blood by our side."

"Well gee, how noble of you" Dexter said rolling his eyes as Rosette chuckled, holding his arm. She then said, "It's ok babe. Let's join them. We can have a toast, for his honor."

Vladimir approached, along with the pack, Integra, Alucard and Seras. He smirked and said, "We'll join. I could use several thousand drinks. You guys up for a party?" he asked the pack, who howled in excitement. Integra chuckled, now lighting a cigar.

"Sir Integra? You fancy a good party? Or is that too beneath British nobility?" Vladimir teased. Integra flicked off ash from her cigar and said, "You don't know us Hellsing. Even my father had a reputation for being a party man and skirt chaser."

Before the group could make off for celebrations, several large SUVs pulled forward. Armed agents poured out, taking positions around the entrance as well as the adjoining street.

"More badges? Didn't we conclude the briefing?" Dexter asked curiously.

The side door to one of the SUVs opened, out walked a woman who immediately locked eyes with Vladimir. She had wavy dark brown hair, with bangs sweeping the right side of her face. She was dressed in black slacks, a light grey top and a zip-up sweater. Vladimir blinked twice, then felt his face go warm.

"Mariska!"

"Baby!"

Vladimir instantly ran into his wife's embrace as the two kissed then hugged each other. He lifted her, spun her as she giggled then set her down for another kiss.

"But when did yo-"

"I left as soon as we got word the fighting ended. Don't worry about Joseph. He's with my parents, guarded by every available agent with the Order." She said kissing her husband again. Vladimir then smirked and said, "Up for a party? The Salvatore's apparently are gracious hosts" much to his wife's surprise, as she glanced over the brothers, then to the wolf pack, and back to her husband.

"Honey, where's-"

But Vladimir's expression told her such a question was best saved for another time. The second SUV opened; another woman stepped out. She had her hair in a high ponytail and was dressed in slacks and a short-sleeved blouse.

"Alex!"

The younger Sokolov twin was instantly at his mate's side, picking her up into his arms. Irina, tears in her eyes hugged him tightly, her arms around his neck.

"Oh Alex, I thought...I mean...there were rumors going around that you all died. I came with Mariska fast as we could. I just...I couldn't stand the thought that you-"

"Babe, I'm fine. We made it back. The enemy is dead and now our life can go back to normal. It's you and me, just us." Alex said, setting Irina down. He wiped her tears away, then gently took her hands into his. "I love you, Irina, and I'm here, for good." He kissed her, then wiped her tears away.

She broke the kiss, leaning and whispering into his ear coyly. "I got us a suite at the Marriot. Let's head back so I can show my new husband some 'special' attention"

Alex turned back to his pack, waved them off and took Irina by the hand as they headed off.

Sergei watched, pride beaming in his face. He folded his arms, content that his brother had newfound happiness.

"He gonna tell her, about Ivan?" Raul asked walking over. Sergei sighed and said, "Yes. He won't stomach the thought of lying to her. I just pray this doesn't ruin things for them."

"Alright folks enough of this standing around mushy stuff. I say we go party, eat til' we're bloated, drink til' we can't see straight and make very questionable choices that we regret later" Nero said eliciting some laughter. Dante pursed his lips, a shit-eating grin spread a moment later. "What?" Nero asked. Lady walked beside him and bobbed her head over his shoulder. "Might wanna re-think that one Nero."

Nero turned in the direction they were facing. Standing there, having also emerged out one of the SUVs, was Kyrie. Her eyes locked with his as he felt his jaw drop. She was stunning, as beautiful as ever. Her auburn hair was let down with bangs covering her face. She wore a light peach colored knee-length skirt with a white blouse tucked in, and brown boots. Kyrie still wore the necklace Nero gifted her for the Festival of the Blade many years ago.

"Nero..."

Nero and Kyrie made their way into each other's arms, locked in a deep embrace. Kyrie broke it, noticing that his once demonic right arm had now been returned to normal.

"What happened?" she asked, rubbing and holding his arm. Nero chuckled and said, "Long story babe. But first, we're going to a party"

"A party? Really?" Kyrie seemed genuinely shocked.

"Yeah, didn't you know? These are all my best friends now" Nero said, sarcastically motioning to the rest of the group. Dante folded his arms and shook his head. Kyrie, however, seemed genuinely thrilled, going around and introducing herself. Considering Nero's past, being orphaned on Fortuna before eventually being adopted by her parents, the fact he had genuine friends and comrades was thrilling to her.

Dante also would never admit it, but this did bring him some internal joy. Although notorious for being a wise ass, and often off-putting, the truth was Dante did care for Nero very deeply, as well as his ever-growing band of comrades and allies. No doubt, this was the strongest trait he inherited from his father, the Legendary Dark Knight. Compassion, mercy, strength, justice, and above else, love.

Of course, he'd never tell Nero he loved him. But Dante couldn't help but smile as Nero held Kyrie's hand, while she chatted away.

"It is, how the humans say, adorable"

Dante glanced to see Lucia walking next to him. He chuckled, then said, "Yeah, I guess. Glad the kid's alright. He deserves to get the girl in the end. At least one of us does." Dante didn't notice the slight look Lucia gave him. She shook her head, grumbled and then walked off to join the others. Dante blinked, his jaw dropped as he asked, "What'd I do?"

Later, at their hotel suite, Alex and Irina had their reunion interrupted by news of the President's findings. Alex, not wanting to lie and deceive his new mate, told her everything. Everything they had gone over in the briefing. Including the news that her deceased husband was the mole leaking information to Klaus and had been doing so for years.

Irina sat facing Alex, who was standing. He was still dressed in his combat uniform. His hands in his pockets, his gaze low. Irina folded her arms, crossed one leg over. Her expression neutral, neither angry, nor sad.

"When did the President discover this?" she asked.

"Her findings were just published. But they do confirm that Ivan was leaking information to Klaus for years." Alex answered.

Irina said nothing.

"I swear, I didn't know. None of us did. We searched night and day, trying to find any who could have gotten that spy inside the Order."

Again, nothing was said. Alex bit his lip. This was going to suck.

"I told you because I didn't want to lie to you. I didn't want to start our new life together deceiving you. Please understand."

Irina huffed, then brought her hands to her face. "Did they figure out..why? Why did Ivan do it?"

"No. Klaus probably promised money or power or immortality. His usual ploys. We do know why he stopped thought, it's why he was killed. It's because of you. Klaus wanted to use you, since you were close in Vladimir's inner circle, among the few politicians he 'tolerated'. But Ivan refused; he still had feelings for you. So, Klaus had him killed as a result."

Alex then sighed and blurted it out.

"Irina, if you don't want to be with me, I'll understand."

Irina looked at him as if she'd been struck with a bullet. "Don't be silly."

"So, you...I mean...I would understand why this would bring up old feel-"

"He was a cheating bastard, Ivan. Had been through our whole marriage. I knew, everyone knew, we just went along with the motions." Irina said.

Alex's jaw dropped. Finally, Irina smiled, stood to her feet, kissed him and said, "And now, I'm all yours."

Alex kissed and then hugged her tightly. "After tonight, let's leave together. Go anywhere in the world. Just you and me. No more Klaus or war or fighting."

"I'd love that"

Irina giggled when Alex scooped her up into his arms, passionately kissing her. She playfully nudged him down unto the bed, straddling him. His hands roamed over every curve, every supple feature of her tight figure. Irina traced his muscled body, roaming down further south. She unfastened his buckle, sliding his pants down. His exposed and enlarged member greeting her. With a coy and seductive grin, she teased him. She flicked his head with the tip of her tongue and he all but came right there.

"Oh my, he seems quite happy. Maybe I should entertain a little more..."

Alex thought about a past mission in Grenada, for the first few moments anyway.

Later, at the Salvatore Manor...

Nero, Dante and everyone else found themselves feasting and festing at the lavish mansion of the Salvatore Brothers. Lucian Salvatore spared no expense; the dining hall was packed with gourmet services stocked with every delicacy imaginable. Fine roasted meats, entrees, wine and spirits, all lined up on a massive buffet table. The Salvatore Mansion was packed to the brim and each guest seemed to be enjoying themselves to the max.

There was Hellsing; Integra in her usual stoic and reserved self, had a lit cigar, although she did manage some lighthearted conversation. Alucard and Seras, her loyal attendants and servants, were never too far. The count sat cross legged in a chair opposite Integra. He was sipping a fine port wine, stirring the glass and taking measured sips. His presence caused a stir; many of the attendants at the celebration were mercenaries, some of whom had worked with the Salvatores on many assignments. Others were powerful Werewolves, who knew of Alucard, and by extension, Hellsing's reputation.

"So, the stories are true. The great and terrible Alucard, No-Life-King, Casper and Zamiel. I heard he serves that human woman" one man said, glancing at both Alucard and Integra. His expression was neither warm nor friendly, but cold and intensive. Others likewise joined in his observations of Alucard.

"They say he's a monster unlike any other."

"I heard even Hell itself weeps in his wake."

"Could he...could he even be more powerful than Lucian himself?"

Meanwhile, the wolf pack gorged themselves on endless delicacies and gourmet foods. Gathered at one large table, their enormous appetites no doubt heightened by the fighting they had undergone. Lucian's brothers joined them; likewise consuming an obscene amount of food with no signs of stopping.

Jason ripped off a large chunk from a roasted turkey leg; he had a plate stacked with them while Jacob and Ramone tore through plate after plate of prime rib. Seth consumed similar fare; calories and manners be damned. He wasn't going to pass on such a feast.

Seth looked up, lips shiny with grease as he chewed, swallowed, then shouted, "Yo! More leg of lamb please!" as the dozens of servants catering the event dashed about, fulfilling one request after another.

"Another round of crab legs, double the butter!"

"And bring some more egg rolls while you're at it!"

Dexter, meanwhile, seated with Rosette, Vladimir, Mariska, and a few others, likewise consumed his food with similar gusto.

"Damn, gotta give it to these Salvatore's, they know how to party. Think we can get Lucian to cater the wedding?" Dexter joked as he scarfed down a plate of stir-fried noodles. He glanced over at his fiancée; she had a plate of shrimp tempura and two bacon-wrapped filet mignons but had scarcely touched her plate. Rosette seemed deep in thought. Dexter gently nudged his future bride, snapping her out of her mind.

"It's gonna be ok babe. I promise. I miss him too. But he'd be the first to tell you not to let yourself get depressed over him. Remember what he told Seth? So, tonight at least, let's have ourselves some fun, ok?"

Rosette nodded, smiled then kissed him on the cheek. "You're right babe. Well, let's dig in" she said diving into her plate. Dexter chuckled; for a petite girl, Rosette could eat like three men.

Lucian Salvatore, master of the house and head of the Salvatore family, did not partake in food or drink. Although many raised toasts and glasses in his honor, the eldest Salvatore instead was deep in thought. Lucian sat alone, in his usual chair overlooking the entire party. His chin rested in his palm; one leg crossed over.

His thoughts were of Michael, and the sacrifice he made. Michael and Lucian had known each other since they were children, over 2000 years ago. Their clans were once allies and had bonds of strong kinship. However, a terrible series of events left Michael's entire clan exterminated, and Lucian and his brothers likewise alone and tossed into the world. The two wolves always had a rivalry: Lucian believing he was stronger and nobler, because he valued power, strength and blood purity. Michael, no doubt equal in strength and abilities to the eldest Salvatore, instead valued compassion, mercy and humility. When Michael became involved with his human mate Anya, it infuriated and confused Lucian. When Vitali Sokolov defeated Michael and offered him servitude, Lucian was wrought with fury and confusion.

"I never understood. Why? Why would one of the oldest, most terrible and mighty of all wolves submit to humans? In ancient times our clansmen and leaders hunted and devoured humans. You, who could have ruled and been supreme over all Werewolves, chose instead to fight for the sake of the mortals. And even still, you sacrifice your freedom, maybe your life, to fight the armies of Hell so the humans can be free. Michael. Why? Why is your heart so noble?"

Lucian glanced over at Vladimir, who was eating and drinking, laughing along with his wife and Rosette and Dexter. Vladimir Sokolov. Heir proper to the Order of the Cross. Master of some of the strongest wolves alive, all of whom risked their lives for their human master. And they did with such pride, never once feeling ashamed. Lucian didn't want to admit it, but seeing their devotion to Vladimir, combined with their fighting spirit, made him re-think his views.

"It's taken me 2000 years to finally understand. It's because you are better than me, Michael. You are, the strongest." Lucian silently acknowledged to himself, perhaps finally casting aside his pride and ego in regard to his rivalry with Michael.

Nero and Dante sat near one another, enjoying the vibes and mood of the party. "So, what's next for you kid? You and Kyrie finally gonna honeymoon?" Dante chuckled when Nero gave him an annoyed look. Nero then said, "Head back home, for now. Though to be honest, Fortuna doesn't have much to offer us. Ever since we took care of Sanctus, there aren't even half as many devils around. To be honest, this whole incident with Klaus has been the most exciting since then."

"Oh ho, is that right? Well now, you can always come aboard with me. To be honest I've kinda been needing a partner." Dante said, folding his arms and placing one leg on top of the other. Nero glanced at him, "You offering me a job?"

Dante then said, "Think of it as a mutual partnership. It'd be nice to have another guy around, those two crazy bitches drive me up the wall sometimes." Nero glanced across the party. First to Trish, who was sharing drinks with Ramone Salvatore. They seemed quite chummy with one another; was there something brewing there? Nero then glanced over at Lady, who was busy chatting away with Kyrie. Seeing Kyrie, his heart warmed. God she was so beautiful. And she was so loving, and caring, and kind and generous. Kyrie, perhaps sensing his gaze, smiled and winked at him.

Nero wanted to have a life and a real future with her. Maybe he should take Dante up on his offer. Become a legitimate devil hunter.

At that point, one of Lucian's numerous servants walked by, offering them both glasses of a very fine Scotch. Dante took one, handed Nero the other, and raised a toast.

"Glad you pulled through in this, Nero."

Nero smirked, raised his own glass, clinked with Dante as both men downed their drink in a big gulp. "So that makes us partners? Not sure just yet how to feel about that."

"Tell ya what; Vladimir there offered to settle my debts. I'll split the balance with you, should be more than enough for you to start up a new shop."

Then Dante jumped to his feet and clapped his hands. "Isn't this supposed to be a party? Let's rock this joint!"

Dante's call to the party was met with cheers, whistles, and calls for celebration.

Sometime later, Dexter shared drinks with Vladimir, both mean reflecting on the war against Klaus, their numerous battles and skirmishes, all in a bid to protect their loved ones and save humanity. Both men likewise forging a growing friendship. Dexter sipped on some Bourbon. Vladimir, in decidedly Russian fashion, sipped from some fine vodka.

"Can you really believe it's all over? We won, and we smoked that asshole" Dexter said downing his Bourbon, feeling himself growing flushed. Vladimir nodded, said something in Russian, then downed another glass of vodka. Dexter then said, "No shot of slowing down, huh?"

"Not in my nature, I am Russian after all." Vladimir laughed, poured himself another glass, gulped it, and smirked. "We Sokolov's are known for holding our liquor. You should have seen my dad and uncle. Could out drink even an Irishman on St. Patty's Day. Bunch of freaks they were." Vladimir said eliciting laughter from Dexter.

"By the way, what's your plan with Rosette? You guys still gonna do a traditional wedding?" Vladimir asked, leaning back in his seat and glancing over at Dexter. Dexter replied with, "Nope. Soon as we handle some business back at headquarters, I'm taking her right down to city hall so we can get this over with."

Vladimir said, "Funny enough, Mariska and I had a small little ceremony. The after party though, man, we still get compliments on how much fun it was."

"How'd you guys meet anyway?" Dexter asked, pouring himself more Bourbon.

"We've been friends since we were kids. We went to school together and everything. Then next thing I know, we're both grown up and she's the most incredible and beautiful woman in the world to me. So, naturally, I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. It's been so long; it all just seems like a blur." Vladimir said smirking. Dexter could see how deeply he loved her. He admired it. Ever since working together to stop Klaus, Dexter had growing appreciation and respect for Vladimir. The feelings were mutual.

"You're nervous, I can tell." Vladimir said chuckling. Dexter nodded and said,

"Dude don't get me wrong. I'm crazy about Rosette; she's the strongest, kindest, most incredible and confident woman I've ever known. Not to mention she's a total babe; I can't wait to marry her. I see you and Mariska; you guys are in a similar boat to us. Fighting and slaying monsters and the forces of darkness. Yet, you guys have such a deep love and connection. How do you do it?"

Vladimir straightened, then said, "Honestly, first and foremost, we try to keep God at the center. I definitely struggle with faith just like anyone, but we always lean on that in good and bad times. Do that, it all ends up working out. All the other things will work themselves out. Always make every day count. Hold her when you can, kiss her every chance you get. Make time for just the two of you."

Dexter nodded then said, "Mind if I ask a more, personal question?"

"Go ahead"

"Well, did you and Mariska, you know, wait until..."

"Marriage? Yes, we did. Why? You and Rosette haven't?"

Dexter gulped his Bourbon down and said, "No. I mean- Rosette's no prude but we haven't had sex yet. When we first started dating, she told me flat out she was saving herself for marriage. It's been two whole years. I admit; it's been a real struggle. But I want to make her happy."

Vladimir then said, "And she will be happy. You don't realize it, but I see how she looks at you. That woman is head-over-heels in love with you. She'd do anything to make you happy. And I can clearly see the feeling is mutual."

Vladimir poured himself another glass of vodka and raised his glass. "Good man, honoring and respecting your bride-to-be. Don't worry about the magic moment; trust me, you guys will have tons of fun exploring that together. Good sex takes time and patience, sure, but it's that much more fun when you've savored it for the right person. Cheers"

Dexter smirked then said, "Thanks, man." They clinked glasses together and downed their respective drinks in a big gulp.

Seras found herself wandering around the party. She drew curious glances; she was the progeny of Alucard, a terrible monster. Word of her exploits carried around the party. Seras eventually sat down with Seth, the two conversing and enjoying each other's company. The inevitable subject eventually emerged. Their relationship. Both cared deeply for one another and were attracted to each other. But they also had the foresight to understand that current circumstances would prevent them from being together.

"Seth..the thing is...well...I DO care about you. It's just that..."

"Seras, I get it. Believe me, I do. It was...it was never going to work out. You're devoted to the Queen and Crown. I serve the United States. I care about you too, a lot. Just know, I would have been good to you, Seras. I would have been happy." Seth said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

Seras averted her gaze, but then said, "So, what now?"

"Well, maybe one day I could come and visit. I've never been to London."

Seras found this incredible. She promised him a good time should he ever visit.

The celebrations continued well until late into the night. Most of the group now hanging around one another, sharing their thoughts and feelings regarding all recent events.

"One final toast for the evening. To all we lost, to those who made the ultimate sacrifice. Hail our victory" Lucian said raising a glass. Everyone did in response.

"So, what's life going to be like for the Salvatore's?" Rosette asked, sitting beside Dexter, holding his hand. Lucian said, "I imagine we'll be back in business like always. This whole nonsense with Klaus did rouse the world."

Jason grinned sadistically and said, "Oh yeah, back in business. I can't wait. Yo, bro, whoever pays the most that's what we take first." Ramone eyed his brother, then shook his head. Trish sat beside him, chuckling and taking another shot of whiskey.

"And for Hellsing?"

Integra then said, "Business as usual, we return to the Crown and continue to serve at Her Majesty's will." Integra puffed on her cigar, blowing out plumes of smoke.

"Guess we do the same here in New York. To be honest, I'm not looking forward to it. I don't want to think about the amount of paperwork waiting for me" Rosette said shaking her head. At that point, Dexter started chuckling, which quickly turned into gut bursting laughter. Rosette, and Seth, looked at him curiously.

"Had a little too much to drink there, huh chief?" Nero asked, hiding a smirk as Kyrie leaned closer to him.

"You just made me realize something. Babe, remember what happened three years ago?"

Rosette stared. Dexter motioned with his hands.

"The incident?"

Now, it was Rosette who started laughing, Seth soon joined in as well.

"Care to divulge? I'm in the mood for a good laugh as well" Dante said. Dexter regained composure and began explaining.

"About three years ago we were in the middle of this huge investigation. A string of monster attacks on the public. Things got so bad the Board of Directors convened an emergency conference. Basically, every single big wig was at FBI Headquarters trying to get to the bottom of this. I'm talking the Attorney General, the Deputy Attorney General, Deputy FBI Director, Secretary of Defense, Deputy Secretary of Defense all in one building. Now, you can probably imagine how serious this was. That much government brass in one building? If you even dipped a pinky toe out of line, your ass was getting chewed out. Now, what do you suppose happened?" Dexter asked, snickering as if about to deliver a punch line.

Vladimir chuckled and said, "What happened?"

Seth laughed, pointed to Dexter and then said, "Your boy there started a bench-clearing brawl that ended in the emergency conference room, in front of the top military brass of the United States."

"Get the fuck out"

"No way"

"Damn Dex what happened?"

Dexter shuddered, then said, "There was this one dickhead agent named Fanelli. Real nasty piece of work. He'd sooner slit your own throat and feed you to a pack of wolves" he then glanced over at some of the pack, raised a glass and said, "No offense."

"None taken" they answered.

"Anyway, Fanelli was up to his usual bullshit that day. He found out Rosette and I had just started dating and began spreading all sorts of nasty rumors that day. So, when word got back to me, I confronted him. Man, we must have argued and shouted at each other for maybe twenty minutes. It got so bad Director McGrath threatened to fire us both if we didn't shut up. Now, given I was the senior agent on this case, it was my job to present our case findings to the brass. I had everything formatted in a nice presentation. You know what that dickhead did? Hacked into my account, screwed with my reporting, and bombarded everything I drummed up with hardcore pornography. I stood there, trying to explain myself, while the most powerful military leaders in the world got emails full of hard-on dicks and sex acts."

Several burst into laughter; even Integra was more lighthearted than normal. Dexter laughed again but held his hand up. Clearly, there was more.

"Wait...wait. So, I'm standing there, embarrassed to no end. Rosette looks like she's seen a ghost; Director McGrath is ready to punt me into the next room; the Attorney General is furious and ripping the reporting to shreds, the Board of Directors start arguing amongst each other. I look out the room, and there goes Fanelli, walking by and giving me the biggest shit-eating grin, one could muster. All I saw after that was red." Dexter said shaking his head and laughing.

Seth clutched his sides, recalling the event. The next question from everyone was obvious; what happened next?

Dexter said, "I fucking lost it. I ran after that dickhead, and we just went at it. Not gonna front; Fanelli had maybe 100 pounds on me but nothing short of a shotgun blast to the face was going to get me off that asshole. So, we're trading blows; some of the other agents around jump in, some are on his side and some on mine. Next thing I know there's close to maybe twenty or thirty agents in the hallway, beating the absolute shit out of each other, all the while, the Board of Directors and everyone attending the conference watch in horror. Some tried to intervene themselves."

Dexter's story caused much laughter; everyone from Dante, to Nero, to Vladimir, even Lucian cracked up. Dexter wiped a tear and then said, "It gets better; Rosette ended up in the brawl! She choked out the assistant to the Joint Chief of Staff because they tried to pull a sidearm. In the middle of the FBI Headquarters!"

Rosette's cheeks blushed a deep shade of red. Vladimir, Dante, Nero and a few others raised a toast in her honor as she gave a mock bow and curtsied.

Seth then said, "By the time I finally got there, after they'd called security AND for police, Dexter has Fanelli in a choke hold, ready to pound his face in. It took four of us to pry him off. I had to yell at him he would end up losing his fucking job if he killed the asshole!"

More laughter. It felt good. Everyone let loose; the stress and horrors they had witnessed seemed to be easing away.

"Oh shit, I needed that laugh. Damn man, what happened next?" Vladimir asked, Mariska chuckling beside him.

Dexter composed himself and then said, "Director McGrath called us into his office where he and the Attorney General tag-team in giving me the biggest reaming of my life. Mind you, I'm sitting there in handcuffs, surrounded by three of the burliest fucking agents there, all the while the man rages on for damn near twenty minutes, pacing and shouting in front of his desk. I have a black eye, two broken ribs, my knuckles are swollen, and my nose busted. That didn't stop him; we had NEVER seen him that angry. I'll never forget it."

Rosette, while laughing, said, "I never heard anyone curse like he did."

Dexter stood, placed his hands on his hips, puffed his chest out, and gave a mock impression of Director McGrath's ranting, causing more laughter. He even spoke in the man's tone and copied his mannerisms.

"Never in my twenty plus years...!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"You selfish son of a bitch! Do you have ANY idea what this is going to do to us once word gets out?!"

"If I had the authority, I would court martial your ass!"

"What do you have to say for yourself?!"

Dexter collapsed back into his seat, laughing hysterically. The group eventually calmed down as he then said, "So, I ended up suspended for a month. Damn near lost my job and everything."

"Wow, wait, so what happened? How'd you keep your job?" Trish asked.

Despite the laughter shared, Dexter, Rosette and Seth became a little solemn. "It was Sion. He pleaded and begged before the Board of Directors not to fire me. He told them he could prove it wasn't me that screwed up with the conference like that. And sure enough, he did. Dragged Fanelli's punk ass in and made him confess to everything. My suspension was cleared and stripped from the records." Dexter said. He chuckled, pulling Rosette closer to him.

"That's the kind of friend he was. That's who Sion was. In the Demon World, he was ruler. To us, his family, he was the best friend a guy could ever hope for."

There was silence.

"Ah shit, sorry I kinda killed the mood after a good one like that" Dexter said sheepishly.

"No need, we all needed a laugh like that. Sion was your friend. He made a great sacrifice. We will honor it by going about our lives and returning to normalcy." Vladimir said nodding.

"Even for you guys?" Dante asked the pack, who remained silent. Kathy instead smiled and said, "He's gonna come back. I know it. I feel it. He promised. He promised he'll come back to me, come back for us. He must."

Dante narrowed his eyes, he glanced at Trish who said nothing then over at Nero who seemed confused.

"Wait, us, you mean the pack" Raul said. Kathy hesitated. Then, she smiled and said, "It was bound to slip out. I was going to wait and tell you guys once we got back home. I guess now's as good a time as any."

Kathy then gently placed both hands on the lower of her belly, rubbing gently. There were collective gasps. Vladimir looked as if he would shit a brick. Even Lucian was stunned.

"I'm pregnant"

Three months later...

Dante kicked his feet on his desk, then opened the magazine and began skimming the contents. He was back in his office, back home in Red Grave City, back to his usual tasks. Eating his body weight daily in pizza and strawberry sundae's, drinking whiskey, playing pool, placing bets and wagers (which he always lost) and above else, hunting and slaying demons. Devil May Cry was actually flourishing, for once. Dante managed to settle all past debts; thanks largely in part to Vladimir and the Order of the Cross. No longer up to his ass in debt collection, Dante could now focus on more pressing missions and jobs. Even Lady and Trish finally stopped hounding him.

His phone rang; he kicked the desk, catching the receiver and said, "Devil May Cry."

And then, a moment later.

"Nope, wrong password, try again."

And he hung up.

Dante looked up when the doors opened. As if on cue, in walked Lady and Trish. Trish, as gorgeous and sultry looking as always, tossed her blonde hair back and smirked. Lady looked equally delicious, wearing a white blouse, her usual black skirt, knee length boots and Kalina Ann strapped across her shoulder.

"How're things going here?" Trish asked, sitting on his desk like always.

"Swimmingly" Dante said, nose still in his magazine. Trish quickly plucked it from his hands, leaving him bewildered. Coyly, she then said, "You seem bored."

Dante chuckled, shrugged, and then said, "Kinda am. Everything's been going well. Business is booming, money's rolling in, might even have enough for a Jaguar. That's the thing. Everything's going a little...too well. Even the kid has been getting in on the action."

"Oh? Nero? I thought he went back to Fortuna?" Lady asked, walking and taking a seat on Dante's couch.

"For a while, he did. Then he and Kyrie decided to join in on the fun. He's starting a new branch of Devil May Cry. Call it the East Coast branch. He's even putting a little team together to cash in on all the jobs." Dante explained. Trish noted a hint of pride in his voice.

"Anyhow, I know you two didn't come here just to shoot the breeze. Let me guess; a big-time job has popped up and you need my help?" Dante said, snatching the magazine back and burying his nose into it again.

"No there's something we wanted to bring up to you. I'm sure you'll be hearing from our friends over at Hellsing and the Order pretty soon. There are some odd circumstances brewing." Lady said leaning forward. Dante glanced at her, at Trish, who likewise seemed serious and then back again. With a sigh he tossed his magazine aside and sat upright.

"Alright, let's hear it."

Trish and Lady both explained that for the past three months, there has been a drastic uptick in reported demonic activity. Everything from sightings, hauntings, to attacks on civilians. Trish and Lady have been investigating, mostly in order to complete their respective assignments. But lately, the activity has sharply increased. It wasn't just limited to Red Grave. Virtually every major city and urban area across the United States was reporting vast increased in demonic activity.

"The worst part? Some of them involve young children. There are reports coming out of New York involving demonic hauntings and possession of school-aged children." Trish explained.

"New York? I imagine our pals at the Nightstalkers are investigating. Surprised they haven't called." Dante said.

"I'm sure they have their hands full. What concerns me though is the degree of these strange events. Dante, it's been three months since we defeated Klaus. His forces are long gone." Lady said walking over.

Dante had a sudden flashback to their fated battle in the Arctic. He remembered the demonic presence before Nero destroyed the Hell Gate. Could it be that?

"Remember the presence we sensed? It was seven distinct demonic energies. Similar in scope to Theokoles, and roughly around the same strength. I'm betting it's related to that." Dante said seriously. He figured one day soon they would have to confront that dark presence.

"Hhm. We'll keep digging then. I've got a contact in the underground who can get us more information. You should reach out to Nero, tell him to watch his back. If we're right, and this is a major demonic presence loose in the world, it could get ugly again." Trish said.

"Ah the kid'll be fine." Dante said dismissively. Trish rolled her eyes, slid off the desk and walked over to the bar to fix herself a drink. Lady then said, "Dante. I'm curious about something."

"What's that?"

"That Werewolf, Michael. It's been three months and he's still trapped inside the Demon World. Is he ever going to come back?" Lady asked. Dante then said, "Beats me. He made his decision. He did what he had to, to protect his pack. I imagine he'll discover some way to get back. It might be a longshot, but it is possible. Hell, remember how I made it back that one time?"

Lady recalled how Dante explained that it was by chance of his finding a shattered piece of the Yamato, his brother Vergil's famed sword, which allowed him to open a portal and escape the Underworld. Could Michael find a similar path?

"I just can't believe his wife is pregnant. She must be so nervous." Lady said. Dante then said, "Nah, she's one tough lady. She has to be; she's the leader of a pack of wolves. I talked a little with Michael before the battle with Klaus. He chose her to be his mate for a reason. She's plenty strong, and that child of theirs is going to be plenty strong too."

Lady smiled and said, "Well, look at you all sentimental. Things have changed around here."

Dante laughed but couldn't deny that she was right. He was different. He wondered; was it because of all they went through?

The doors to the shop opened. All three looked to see a woman enter the shop, escorted by three men in fine suits and ties. They looked like the Men in Black; Dante even hilariously comparing them to the franchise.

The woman? Well, gorgeous didn't even begin to describe the surface of her attraction. She no doubt could run the walkway of any fashion show. Tall and statuesque. Porcelain skin complimented by full lips and by light brown hair tied in a high ponytail. She had a blazer draping her shoulders. Beneath she wore a sleeveless cream-colored top, tucked into light grey colored slacks with matching heels. She wore sunglasses and carried a light bag.

She gazed at all three, then around the shop, finally setting her eyes on Dante. She spoke with a soft and delicate accent; perhaps...Romanian? No, Bulgarian. Either way it was probably from a country Dante could neither spell nor pronounce.

"You are Dante, yes? Son of Sparda?"

Dante chuckled and shrugged, "The one and only." Lady and Trish remained silent, sizing up their new guest.

"Then this is the right place. I will make this brief. My name is Annette Dimitrov. I come to you, Dante, with an offer of a job. Please know that monetary compensation will not be an issue. Pokazhi mu, Nikolai"

One of the suits walked forward, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a large wad of bills, tossing them in front of Dante.

"More than enough to be split three ways" Annette said glancing at Lady and Trish, who looked astonished.

Dante whistled, counting the bills. It totaled roughly $15k, more than he collects on even a dozen jobs. There had to be a catch.

"Look Miss..."

"Please, call me, Annette."

"Right. Look, Annette, I do appreciate the offer but cash like this usually comes with a catch. And given the hell we went through for nearly the past year, I wanna be up front. You wanna hire me? What's this job?" Dante asked, looking at her. She slowly removed her sunglasses revealing gorgeous, albeit fearsome, icy blue eyes.

Annette then said, "I want you to kill my father."

Immediately, Dante, Trish and Lady burst into raucous laughter. Annette did not seem bothered. Although her escorts seemed to be growing more annoyed.

"Wow! Lady, you got the wrong type of guy for that. You know my name, so I must assume that you know my line of work. If there's a devil you need to take care of, then, let's talk. I don't do murder-for-hire jobs. Never been my thing. If you want a hitman, you'll have to go to another shop for that." Dante said crossing both feet and folding his fingers in a tent.

Trish then said, "You really expected Dante to kill some random human?"

Annette countered with, "Who said he is human?"

"Hun, let's skip the nonsense. Even I can tell you're a mortal. You just asked Dante to kill your father." Lady said, growing annoyed.

Annette then said, "It is true we are human. My father, however, is every bit a demon as the ones in your line of work. He's done terrible things. Too terrible to mention. The police and authorities won't touch him, afraid of his power and wealth and status. Only you can right the wrongs he's done. Only you Dante, can stop what's going to occur."

"And what is that, exactly?" Dante asked. He then was taken aback when he noticed tears rolling down her cheeks.

"He's going to resurrect Mundus."

Meanwhile, in London...

Integra Fairbrooks Wingate Hellsing, sat at her usual position as head of the Convention of Twelve Conference. The gentlemen of the Round Table waited earnestly as she delivered yet another report before their meeting concluded.

"Sir Integra, you've called together this meeting of the Round Table. I take it this has to do with the recent rise in demonic occurrences across London?" Sir Penwood questioned. Integra gave him a very brief nod, lighting a cigar and beginning to surmise her report.

"Gentlemen, the past three months has seen a sharp increase in reported demonic activity and encounters. In London alone, we have seen these supernatural incidents rise by at least 12%"

Several of the members gasped. As usual, only Integra herself and Sir Irons remained calm. He motioned for her to continue.

"Ordinarily, much of the activity would be concentrated in the form of vampire attacks on civilians. But these are much worse. Our forces recently raided an underground night club dedicated to Satanic worship and human sacrifice. Several of the cult members were captured and interrogated. We weren't able to garner much, although we did come up with a name." Integra blew out another puff of smoke. With a heavy sigh, she uttered the name.

"Paimon"

"And, who, or what is this, Paimon?" Sir Irons asked.

"According to traditions and legends, Paimon is an archdemon, one of the numerous princes of Hell, who commands legions of demonic apparitions under the order of Satan. Paimon is said to oppose English saints and apostles." Integra explained. She stamped out the cigar and folded her arms.

"This is what has me worried: It's been three months since Klaus' defeat and now we have yet another rise in supernatural incidents. Almost exactly like when we first opposed Klaus and his forces. Yet we know unequivocally that Klaus is dead, and his armies destroyed. So why now? Why this rash in demonic activity? Is it a prelude to something yet to come? Something...something that could be worse than Klaus? We still aren't yet sure, but we are investigating very carefully." Integra explained.

Sir Penwood then cleared his throat and said, "I'm afraid it's not just in London. British Intelligence indicates that demonic activity is on the rise across multiple major cities around Europe. Some, go as far as Russia and the Far East."

"Oh Jesus, Vladimir's people, not again" Integra thought to herself.

"Here's something else to consider. If this much demonic activity is sprouting up, why hasn't the Vatican sent in Iscariot? They are professional exorcists after all." one of the men questioned.

"The Vatican is still reeling from the final battle against Klaus. The loss of Father Anderson was a huge blow and much of the Ninth regiment was destroyed." Sir Irons said, adjusting his glasses.

"Hmph. Perhaps we use this to finish them off then" another member suggested.

Integra shook her head. "Nonetheless, gentlemen of the Round Table; we will be keeping a close eye on these occurrences. If this is yet another enemy preparing to rear its head, we will silence them as we have every other foe who dared cross us."

Sometime later, Integra met with Alucard in his massive chambers. She relayed everything they've gathered concerning the rising demon incidents. The vampire count remained silent, just sat cross-legged and listened.

"Before anything else is done we still need to gather more information. But there's something I've been wanting to ask of you, Alucard."

"Yes, my master?" Alucard asked. Integra grew quiet, the tension between amplified by the cold silence of his chambers.

"Will you seek her? Try and find her?"

Alucard's expression stiffened, if only slightly. Truth be told, Alucard already peered into Integra's mind, knowing full well what she was going to ask him. His crimson eyes flashed, his lips parted gently, showing a brief glimpse of his vicious teeth and fangs.

"Her. She is both fearsome and miserable. A ruined and twisted creation. Ah yes, what it would be like, having her again. Mina Harker." Alucard said. He then began chuckling. He removed his fedora, setting it on the table beside him. He removed his glasses, allowing his crimson eyes to pierce the darkness of his resting chambers. Alucard gazed at his master; his ferocity and brutality amplified by his burning desire to both serve and test his master.

"Will I seek her? Or will she seek me? Oh, how I do wonder. We will let time and fate decide. In due time; if she returns, she will find me, and I will be the one to finally end her."

Integra remained silent for several moments. Then, she swiftly turned on her heel and left Alucard as the vampire ruminated in his own mind.

Alucard's thoughts shifted more than 100 years ago. His defeat at Van Helsing's hands. There were others there as well. As his castle burned in the distance, his servants and minions cried out into the night air. Jonathan Harker. Quincey Morris, John Seward. And of course, Van Helsing himself. All these men responsible for his defeat.

"And the girl has left here evermore. She can never be yours. You have nothing, you ARE nothing. Your time, has ended, No-Life-King."

Alucard's eyes shot open, drops of blood falling from them. With a scoff, he rested his chin comfortably into his palm and drifted into a deep hibernation.

Meanwhile, Integra had returned to her office, mulling over more of the reports on the rising supernatural activity. A moment later, Seras entered the office.

"Sir Integra?"

"Yes, what is it, Seras?"

Seras walked in and then said, "We've received word the Vatican's Iscariot have been making moves. They're sending in teams of their best exorcist and papists to investigate these demonic attacks. There's even word they might come here to London."

"Here. In London. Funny how things have now changed." Integra then reflected that years ago, the conflict against Millennium emerged out of Hellsing and Iscariot fighting in Badrick. And then, another more personal question popped into her head.

"How's your heart, Seras?"

Seras, stunned by such a question from her normally composed mistress, at first blushed. Then, she said, "It's fine. We'll see each other again. One day soon." Integra smiled, nodded and said, "Very well then, Seras."

Integra then stood from her chair, walking around and motioned for Seras to follow.

"Have a chopper ready. Prepare my gun, my sword, and ready yourself as well, Seras."

Seras blinked and then said, "Yes, of course. But where are we going?"

"To Rome."

Meanwhile, in an American city...

Nero folded both arms, gazing up at the sign on the shop of the newly renovated, and operational Devil May Cry. He frowned; the sign was crooked. But he decided it also added a little style to the place. Nero then gazed around the location; the shop was on the first floor of a sprawling brownstone like building. The entrance to the shop was in a large alleyway, nestled between two other brownstone buildings. Nero figured this would make it more inconspicuous. The last thing he wanted was prying eyes.

The sun was setting in the distance. Nero sighed then entered his new shop through a pair of double doors. The shop was large, spacious and cozy. To the far-right side was a fully stocked bar. Next to the bar was a dart board, a large refrigerator and freezer, fully stocked with refreshing drinks and beverages.

The opposite side of the bar featured modern luxuries. A large 65-inch television mounted to the wall, a DVD shelf beneath it, a karaoke booth complete with a large stereo set, and cushy furniture including a large three-sectional couch.

In the center of the shop, beneath a large canopy, was Nero's desk which featured a laptop computer and printer.

And sitting at his desk, was Kyrie, typing away on his computer as she waved him over.

"How's it going?" he asked.

"Everything's up and running. If there are any requests for a job, they can file them away and our office gets them. Then we vet the offer through our other leads and bingo, you have yourself a client with a job. Pretty state-of-the-art." Kyria said smiling.

Nero chuckled and then said, "Wonder if Dante will get him one of these. Guy's practically still living in the stone ages."

Nero and Kyrie finished tidying up a few things in the new shop. They would officially open tomorrow. Nero locked up, then he and Kyrie retreated to the apartment they rented five stories above the shop. A tidy one-bedroom, with a balcony view and all. Currently, they were on the balcony, gazing at the nighttime lights of the city beyond. It was a quiet and calm evening.

"Can we...can we really be happy here?" Nero asked standing beside Kyrie. Kyrie turned to him and tenderly held his hand.

"Nero, listen. We can do this. You always know right from wrong, and you always make the best decision. I trust you. We'll make a life here, together. You'll see."

Nero thanked his fortune that he had a woman like Kyrie. Full of love, compassion, support and unending kindness. And boy, was she beautiful. Her auburn hair sitting loose on her shoulders, one side framing her face. Nero gently swept a few of her locks aside, causing her to smile. Leaning, he closed his eyes, she hers, and their lips locked in a warm and passionate kiss. Better than the kiss they shared after the destruction of the Savior.

Nero guided his arms down her shoulders, to the small of her back, to her supple waist. Passion and desire took over because he gently lifted her into his arms, carrying her back inside their bedroom where he gently sat her down and began undoing her clothing. Nero took careful time to slowly expose her tight figure; her full breasts and soft hips. Nero removed his own clothing; Kyrie likewise delighted at his rocking abs and fit muscled body. She returned his kiss, caressing each of his hard muscles with increasing passion.

Gazing into each other's eyes, Nero hesitated, before he finally said the words always weighing on his heart.

"I love you."

She returned them.

"I love you, too."

For the first time ever in their lives, Nero and Kyrie succumbed to their feelings and made passionate love to one another. They touched, tasted, held, kissed and explored places on one another, fueled by love and intimacy. It was only around Kyrie that Nero let his guard down, and she placed the same trust and closeness with him. The couple explored and shared this new desire well into the evening.

Hours later, their peace was disturbed by Nero's phone going off. With a curse and heavy groan, he pulled back the covers, sat over the side of the bed and snatched his phone.

"Somebody better be dying" he snapped angrily. Behind him, Kyrie stirred before she too sat up in bed, covering her nude body with the sheets. Nero didn't answer, just sighed and then said, "Alright, I'll be ready in ten. Meet you out front."

He hung up, then turned to Kyrie.

"Big time job. A heavy one. There are kids involved. It's...it's gonna be a rough one."

Kyrie, disappointed he would be leaving, nonetheless nodded. Nero stood, quickly dressing himself in his trademark blue and red clothing. With a huff he walked back over, gazing down at the beauty of his love.

"Be careful, come back home." Kyrie said.

Nero smiled, bent down, kissed her, and said, "I promise."

Ten minutes later, Nero was outside the shop entrance when a woman with red hair slowly approached.

"Hope I didn't interrupt anything." Lucia said. Nero shrugged and said, "So, what's this job?"

"There's a demon. A really nasty one. A family is being held hostage. Not too far from here. But we better hurry before the police get there." Lucia explained.

Nero's fists clenched. He hated kids being put in danger. With an affirmative nod to his new partner-in-arms, he walked past as Lucia joined him. His faithful revolver Blue Rose was strapped to his leg. His sword, Red Queen, was behind his back as he revved the handle.

"Let's rock then."

In Russia...

Vladimir and Mariska climaxed together, their passion erupting into intense pleasure. Mariska, currently, on top of her husband, panted, and bent down to kiss him. Vladimir returned the kiss, holding her steady as they both caught their breath. "Damn baby, that's three times in a row, I'm going to need a little break now." Mariska said.

He was still erect inside her, she could feel his head throbbing. Vladimir, gripping her by the hips exhaled and said, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Mariska responded by kissing him, over and over. Kiss. "No, baby, it was wonderful." Kiss. "I came twice." Kiss. "I'm just getting a little sore, that's all. If you want this to happen again, we should take a break."

Vladimir chuckled then said, "Very well, off you go" and promptly slapped her butt. Mariska laughed, slowly removed herself and collapsed beside him.

"Whoo! Man, when was the last time we went at it like that?" Vladimir exclaimed happily. Mariska chuckled and said, "I think that's how we ended up making Joseph" as Vladimir laughed. Vladimir turned, kissing her passionately before breaking the kiss and laying on his side. She too, turned to her side, supporting her head with her hands.

Things seemed to finally go back to normal. The Order was re-building its losses; they were at nearly full capacity among their security and paramilitary forces. Vladimir had been steadily recruiting new soldiers, bolstering their fighting forces. Vladimir was also in talks to foster peace between Russia and the Vatican. Ever since the election of the newest Pope, as well as Enrico Maxwell's excommunication, things seemed to be progressing more smoothly.

The only noted difference was with the wolf pack, no longer having Michael as its leader and alpha. That position went to Kathy, given she is his claimed mate. In addition, Alex left the pack, beginning a new life with Irina. The biggest change was news of Kathy's pregnancy. Things were difficult without Michael; some even expressing doubt he would return from the Demon World. Kathy never lost hope or faith, believing wholeheartedly he would one day return.

Aside from those changes, Vladimir and Mariska were enjoying their love life again. The couple had been married now for almost six years, and not once had their intimacy waned or gotten boring or stagnant. In fact, in a strange way, the struggle against Klaus brought them even closer as a couple. Vladimir knowing, he could rely on Mariska for her support and nurture, Mariska knowing that her husband was a strong leader and would sacrifice anything for the good of their family. Vladimir and Mariska loved each other dearly, and their sexual life showed that love. They were always desiring one another. Regrettably, sometimes his duties would push their sex life on hold, but they always made up for it. Vladimir once even brushed off a meeting with the Prime Minister just to give him and Mariska some intimate time alone together.

Mariska, still naked beside her husband then said, "Vlad, I love you."

"I love you too, where's this coming from?" Vladimir asked curiously.

"Because you are the strongest, most incredible man I have ever known. Everything we've gone through, everything we've gained and lost, not once did you complain or throw in the towel. You literally stood against the gates of Hell, and you still made it home to me. And to Joseph as well." Mariska kissed her husband, long and good. Breaking the kiss, she stared in his eyes, "That's why I love you. And I thank God everyday you're my husband"

Vladimir, overwhelmed by his own emotions leaned up straight in bed. "And I'd do it all again." He kissed her, then kissed her forehead before saying, "Let's play hooky and spend all day in bed together"

"Mmm, that'd be great" Mariska said laying into his arms.

"Wait, but I just remembered we're supposed to have a meeting with the pack."

"Oh? Is it what I think it's about?" Mariska asked. Vladimir said, "Yes. And we've kept them waiting long enough. Come on babe."

Vladimir kissed her then stood from the bed, heading for the bathroom. Mariska growled and bit her lip, admiring her husband's still nude form. His body, well-muscled and toned, was now traced with scars from the numerous skirmishes he was involved in. Ever since they were children, Vladimir had never been afraid to fight, and fight hard.

Later, the couple bathed, dressed and then made their way to his office. Vladimir sat at his desk, fingers in a tent. Mariska at his side, Proctor on the adjacent side and moments later, the pack entered. The wolves piled in, including a very pregnant Kathy. Raul pulled out one of the plush chairs and helped her be seated. She chuckled, "I'm pregnant, not crippled."

Everyone laughed, knowing she meant it in good humor. Vladimir then said, "How have you been feeling?

"Good, honestly. I guess being pregnant as a Werewolf you avoid the nasty side effects." Kathy chuckled, hands on her round belly.

"Must be nice" Mariska grumbled, folding her arms and glancing away. Vladimir chuckled, "Joseph was a rough pregnancy."

Again, the group laughed.

"So boss, what's this meeting about?" Sergei asked.

Vladimir sighed, turning to Mariska, then to Proctor and to his loyal and faithful subordinates.

"I've thought on this long and hard. Given the recent events this organization has stood through, I think this would be best and wisest. Know that my decision did not come lightly. As master and head of this Order, I believe it is in everyone's best interest." Vladimir hesitated a moment before blurting it out.

"The pack is dismantled."

Immediately, the pack jumped to their feet. Some yelled, some threw their hands up in frustration, some despaired. All but Kathy, who dropped her gaze, her hands were still on her pregnant belly. Vladimir raised a hand to calm the mood. Instantly, everyone tensed.

"Please note that the Order in no way has taken your service for granted. It was Michael who swore the blood oath to my forebear, Vitali. And you all swore your oaths of loyalty and servitude to him. With him gone, it just seems more sensible to allow you all the freedom to go and live life as you please. I don't want to sound negative but I'm sure you all have thought about it at some point. There is a chance, however slight, that he might not return."

Silence greeted his ears. Vladimir sighed, gazing at his wolves.

Karl. Raul. Sergei. Raven. Hiro. Hanya. Robert. Kathy.

"Proctor." Vladimir said as his faithful butler walked around the office, handing out folders and envelopes.

"You all are being richly, and in my view, justly compensated for services rendered to the people of Russia and to the Order of the Cross. You'll find adequate monetary rewards inside each folder and envelope." Proctor explained walking around. No one spoke for several moments. Mariska finally broke the silence.

"Kathy, it also goes without saying that you and your child shall want for nothing. We release all of you from service to the Order. Your child, and yourself, will be taken care of."

Vladimir nodded, then said, "We've been through a lot together. Most of you knew me when I was just a clueless hot-tempered brat. Getting in fights after school, causing trouble for my parents. Some of you were there when my dad died, and leadership passed along to me. Now we have a son who will one day take the helms when we pass along. Or he may choose another path in life. He will have our love and support no matter."

Raul and Raven looked at each other, at the envelope in their hands, to Kathy and back to Vladimir. They glanced around at the rest of the pack. Everyone nodded, and promptly shredded the folders and envelopes.

Vladimir actually smirked; he anticipated this.

"All due respect boss, but you can't get rid of us that easily. Someone's gotta be there for Joseph when your old ass can't run the show anymore" Sergei quipped as Hanya laughed.

Mariska was about to speak when Vladimir held her hand. "It's ok babe, really." She nodded, then smiled and rested her hand on his shoulder.

"Vladimir"

Kathy shifted more comfortably in her chair and looked at both Vladimir and Mariska.

"I lost everything I ever had, on the night I met most of you. My parents were gone, my home destroyed. Everything. Even if I had lived, I would have been alone. But I found you all. I became a monster, but I gained a new family. Best of all, I met the love of my life. Now I'm bearing his child, who will need all of his crazy aunties and uncles." She said smiling, all the memories of meeting Michael and falling for him.

Then, Kathy said, "I'm not going anywhere. Matter of fact, as the alpha female, I command all of you to continue serving Vladimir, and Mariska, and fulfill your oaths to this house, and above else, to Michael. He will come back."

No one spoke, until Raul turned to Kathy, gave a slight bow and said, "As you command, Boss"

Kathy gave a shrill displeased look. "Ew, please, find another name."

"Boss...lady?" Karl said, folding his massive arms and clutching his chin, resembling a thinking intellectual. Again, a shrill response from Kathy. The pack took turns coming up with names to address Kathy, much to the amusement of Vladimir, Mariska and Proctor.

"Nah, Boss girlfriend has a good ring to it" Raul said nudging Raven who rolled her eyes.

"I vote for Boss lady" Hanya sneered.

"Really, you guys?"

"Okaa-san"

Everyone turned to Hiro, who shrugged and repeated it. "It means, 'mother'." Kathy threw her hands up in exasperation. Vladimir chuckled, then said, "Could always go with, Volchitsa."

"Volchitsa. Wolfmother. Hhm. I like it, good thinking Boss. Very well, Wolfmother it is. And seeing as Karl and I are your Betas, it's settled." Raul said with a shit-eating smirk, seeing Kathy's frustration was humorous.

Just then, Vladimir's direct line buzzed as he answered.

"Yes?"

"Sir, a most unusual guest has arrived. He claims it's urgent business. Security forces have intervened and contained him."

Vladimir froze, glancing at the pack who immediately sprang to action, dashing out the room with deft speed. "Have all available guards and officers intervene. The pack should already be there, I'll be down shortly, we'll keep this contained."

Vladimir then turned to Proctor, "Keep an eye here, Proctor."

Proctor bowed and said, "Yes, sir."

Vladimir kissed Mariska, "I'll be back, babe."

"Ok, I love you. Be safe."

Vladimir smiled, walking past her. He gently held Kathy's hand, smiling warmly, then headed out the door.

Ten minutes later, Vladimir was brought face-to-face with his new guest. He was a massive and well-built man, towering perhaps close to 6'7. He had a well-muscled and toned build; his shoulders thick like plated armor, his biceps the size of cannonballs and he had well sculpted abs beneath the form fitting black Henley shirt he wore. He wore loose and baggy black pants tucked into multi-laced dark brown boots. His pants were secured by a brown leather double belt. He wore dark brown fingerless gloves.

The man had dirty blonde hair closely shaved on the sides. His hair on the top was braided tightly and swept back into a ponytail. Strapped to his waist, was a sword with a black handle and silver cross guard. Strapped tightly across his back was a massive double-sided axe. His entire physical appearance, down to the sternness of his amber colored eyes, was a throwback to the Norse period well over a thousand years ago.

"Boss, meet Bjorn. Bjorn, this is Vladimir Sokolov, head of the Order of the Cross." Raul said introducing Bjorn.

"Greetings, Mr. Sokolov."

Bjorn spoke in a light Norse accent. Vladimir, hands in his pockets, sized him instantly. His gaze shifted to the dozens of armed guards, many of whom still had their weapons trained on Bjorn. Then, his gaze shifted to each of his pack. Vladimir trusted them, as well as his own forces wholeheartedly. Had there been any threat, a hint of danger, then this Bjorn character no doubt would have met an end. Thus, Vladimir had reason to believe this was not a hostile encounter. And so, he relaxed, and greeted Bjorn back.

"Welcome, Bjorn. If my wolves recognize you, I take it you are an old friend?" Vladimir questioned.

"In a sense. It would be more accurate to say I am an old comrade of Michael. We knew and fought together over a thousand years ago. When I heard that he remains trapped inside the Demon World, I knew it was time to honor and fulfill the oath I made." Bjorn spoke.

Vladimir raised his eyebrows, "Oath?" he asked.

Bjorn then said, "Michael saved my life, and the lives of my kin and comrades centuries ago. As gratitude, I swore that if the time should ever arise, if he ever called on me, or needed aid, I would help without hesitation."

Bjorn briefly glanced around to the other wolves and then back to Vladimir. "I think that time has arrived. As I understand, his mate is currently with child, yes?"

Vladimir nodded.

"She will need all the aid. Protecting and serving his mate and child is the least I can do to repay that debt I owe to him."

Bjorn prepared to speak when Kathy slowly approached. He hesitated, then brought his head down in a polite bow. The rest of the pack stood by, ready to defend their alpha female, just in case.

"You knew Michael?" She asked.

"Yes, indeed. He is the most honorable fighter I've ever met. Please, let me repay the debt I owe to him." Bjorn said passionately. Kathy simply stared, assessing him. She detected no hostility or deception; he was sincere in his desire to now serve in the pack.

"Bjorn, it's been centuries since you last saw Michael. I can sense it's not just the debt you owe him. You want in? Be real with us." Karl said folding his arms. Bjorn turned to him, narrowed his intense eyes and then sighed.

"Rorschach is on the move"

The pack growled, some snapping their jaws in intense rage and fury. Only Kathy remained calm, glancing curiously at each one before asking the obvious question.

"Who's Rorschach?"

"He's a real nasty son of a bitch. One of the oldest and strongest wolves out there. He's also a diabolical and ruthless killer. A murderer, a sadist, a vicious fighter. He's one of the most feared and diabolical Werewolves in the world, and he's our pack's sworn and most hated enemy." Sergei said swearing and clenching his fists.

"Come. Let us discuss this in my office. Bjorn, if you please?" Vladimir offered gesturing as Bjorn gave a slight bow and followed the pack back upstairs and into Vladimir's office.

Once inside, Bjorn began relaying recent events that prompted him to seek out the pack and the Order.

"Rorschach has been amassing an army in the underground. He figures with Michael out of the picture, it will be that much easier for him to begin taking over territories and cement his rule as the absolute strongest Werewolf alive. He's been gathering all sorts of characters to his cause. Not just Werewolves. There's been rumors he's been aligning with those that dabble in demonic power." Bjorn began explaining.

Vladimir narrowed his eyes and turned to Mariska. The spike in demon activity, was it related to this?

"Rorshach is obsessed with proving he is the most powerful Werewolf. He won't rest until the entire world knows this. His ultimate goal is to destroy modern society and return us to the old ways. He believes in the strong dominating the weak; in a kill or be killed lifestyle. To prove it, he's even begun killing off lower wolf packs. He is a monster from the pit of Hell. He'll even kill women and children. Which is what spurned me to seek you all out. I know everything about his pack, their plans, even who supplies their arms and munitions. I believe Rorschach will eventually make a move against this pack."

Sergei stepped forward and said, "Bjorn, have you spoken with my brother?"

Bjorn nodded and said, "Don't worry. Your brother is well aware of the situation. He's even making moves of his own, for the safety of this pack, as well as for his new mate. I understand he is with a human woman, Irina, correct?'

Sergei nodded, then offered a silent prayer in Russian. His brother and new sister-in-law were safe. That's all that mattered. And he knew Alex would reach out if things got dicey.

No one spoke for several moments. Then, Vladimir said, "Bjorn, do you have any intel on his next move?"

"Yes, actually. Rorschach is plotting a strike against the Prime Minister's administration." Bjorn said. He then turned towards Kathy, stood to his feet and then knelt at her side; his expression intense.

"Rorschach will undoubtedly come for you both. He hates Michael and won't think it beneath him to kill his mate and unborn child. I won't let that happen. I owe your mate a debt and I will see it through. If you'll have me, please let me serve and protect you both." Bjorn said impassionately.

Kathy looked at Bjorn, then at Vladimir, then the rest of the pack.

"By the blood of our forefathers, I swear to defend you, and your baby. I swear to defend this pack, this order, from any opposing forces. I swear it upon the bite."

Now, they knew he meant business. For a Werewolf to make an oath upon the bite, the ability to change and transform another person into a wolf, was their most serious promise.

Kathy then said, "Do you swear to serve the Order?"

Bjorn nodded.

"Do you swear fealty to Vladimir, to Mariska, to their children, and their children's children?"

Again, Bjorn nodded.

"And do you swear, to fight along us, as our brother, our friend and most trusted comrade?"

Another nod. This time, Bjorn smiled, and Kathy smiled back. She gently took his hands into hers and said, "Welcome to our family"

The pack howled in response. Vladimir smirked and said, "We might have lost Michael, but it seems the Lord is still smiling down at us."

"If Rorschach shows up, this time, we'll put him into a grave." Raul said, nodding to Sergei, Karl and the others.

"I'll alert the Prime Minister's administration. We'll begin conducting security checks and I'll also alert all our contacts in Russian intelligence. If Rorschach so much as sneezes; we'll be there with a handkerchief and a silver bullet to drive into his skull." Vladimir said strongly.

"One more addition. The little guy gained another crazy uncle" Kathy said. Immediately, everyone stared.

"What?"

"Little 'guy'?" Vladimir asked.

Kathy smiled and said, "It's a boy."

Again, Raul, Sergei and the others howled in joy and excitement. Bjorn then gazed at Kathy's belly and asked the obvious question. Did she have a name?

"Yes. I've thought about it for a while." She paused, everyone waited anxiously.

"Faelen."

Vladimir ruminated on the name, then smiled. He liked it. As did Bjorn and everyone else. "Faelen? Nice, it's...Celtic, right?" Karl asked.

Kathy said, "Close, Gaelic. And it means, 'Little Wolf'. Perfect for the son of Michael. For our son."

Kathy gently rubbed her belly, feeling the life of her unborn son. The son of the most powerful Werewolf. The man she loved dearly, who would return to their family. "Perfect for our family." Kathy said. Each member of the pack proceeded to gently place their hand on Kathy's belly, feeling the unborn child developing inside, their emotions no doubt heightened by their connection and love to one another.

"Faelen. My little wolf."

Lastly, in New York...

Dexter and Rosette, the newly wedded Mr. And Mrs. Smith were busy tidying up the cozy two-bedroom apartment they were currently occupying. It was temporary until they found the house of their dreams. Rosette had her heart set on some two-story properties just outside of the city in Westchester. Dexter wanted to make her happy and was looking for the perfect home. After returning to their jobs as agents of the Nightstalkers, Rosette and Dexter then decided to forgo any formal wedding plans. A trip to City Hall meant a courthouse wedding, a marriage license fee of $25, and possibly thousands of dollars saved in place of a traditional wedding reception. The war against Klaus perhaps made the couple far more frugal and practical.

Rosette was never one of those bridezillas as shown on television; she was the farthest from it. Rosette was incredibly selfless, she only wanted to make people happy. She and Dexter unanimously agreed this was in their best interest.

Moreover, the couple reached another major milestone. That is, they finally gave into their passions and desires and made love for the first time on the night of their wedding. A booking at the Hilton Inn in a fabulous suite meant no more waiting or inhibitions. Dexter enjoyed his new bride, and Rosette her new groom. It was beyond perfect; all the years of waiting, the desire they felt, the attraction and hunger for each other's body, it all finally paid off. The mockers and scoffers, the naysayers who spitefully scorned the couple for how disappointed they would be and were making a foolish mistake going into marriage having never 'tested' the waters.

Nonsense.

Dexter loved Rosette. She was the most beautiful and gorgeous woman. She had a rocking body to match her soul and character. How could he possibly be unsatisfied? Likewise, Rosette loved Dexter and thought he was the most handsome man ever. When the magic moment finally happened, there were no words to describe. Sure, Rosette expressed some apprehension about how her body would look and whether he would compare her to anyone else. But that all proved moot when Dexter amorously desired her again and again.

In short, their decision to wait proved incredible and neither one regretted it.

Currently, Rosette sat at their dining table, sorting through mail and letters. She was dressed in black jeans, boots and wore a grey pullover sweatshirt. Her long hair tied into a messy bun.

"Can you believe we're STILL getting congratulation cards? Oh look, this one is from your aunt Helen." Rosette said. Dexter was in the kitchen, fixing up some drinks. He called out to her.

"Toss it."

Rosette chuckled and said, "Babe, come on, she's not that bad."

Dexter walked out of the kitchen, carrying a small tray. Steaming hot green tea for Rosette, and a dark roast coffee for him. Hot and strong, with three sugars. He was dressed in baggy sweatpants and t-shirt.

"You don't know what it was like growing up with her. I've never seen a woman use as much make up as she does. And all the hugs, the kisses, the cheek pinches." He shuddered, then set the tray down. He handed Rosette her tea, kissed her, and sat down beside her with his coffee.

"Seth is on his way over." Dexter said taking a sip of his coffee. Rosette then said, "Oh? I thought he had an assignment?"

"He turned it down. He's been turning down a lot of assignments lately. I honestly think it's because of Sion. So lately, he just conducts and oversees training for the newer agents."

Rosette sipped her tea, smiled and said, "Yummy. You always make it just right, thanks babe."

Dexter nodded, then noticed two of the letters. One, from Integra, of the Hellsing Organization. The other, from Vladimir and the Order of the Cross. Rosette opened both, reading the contents, and then noticed the two large checks made out to them.

"Holy shit. "Well, with these I think we can find a house and pay off the mortgage ten times" Dexter said as Rosette chuckled, taking it in greater stride than he did. Rosette came from wealth and privilege; but she was never haughty or arrogant about money. When they began dating, she never flaunted it or bragged about it. Perhaps this was one of the many reasons Dexter eventually fell for her. Her humble, gentle and compassionate heart.

There was a knock at the door. Dexter went to answer. Peering through the peep hole, he chuckled when he saw it was the massive and thick form of his cousin Dutch. Opening the door, he greeted his cousin with an enthusiastic hug. Dutch entered the home, two large bags of groceries in his hands as he spread them on the table after greeting Rosette with a massive hug and kiss.

"Dinners on me tonight guys. For the newlyweds." Dutch said immediately diving in and unloading grocery items.

"No, please, it's ok you don't have to-" Rosette began but was cut off.

"Nope. Making one of my specialties. For my favorite cousin and his beloved bride." Dutch insisted and began preparing in the kitchen. Dexter smirked and shook his head; just like when they were kids and Dutch always looked out for him when his parents were busy. The two were far more than just cousins, they were close like brothers.

Dutch tinkered away in the kitchen while Rosette cleared the table. Another knock brought Dexter back to the door. This time, it was Seth. Seth held up a bag and smiled.

"Finest bottle of chardonnay I could find."

Dexter grimaced then said, "Not my style. I've got something special for us later."

Dutch eventually finished dinner; spaghetti carbonara. Everyone dug in as there was ample to be served, even considering Seth's inhuman appetite. Bellies full, everyone now sat around the table, sharing the chardonnay Seth had brought.

"You outdid yourself, big cousin. You missed your calling, should have opened a spot downtown and made a pretty penny." Dexter complimented Dutch on his fine cooking.

"Thanks, but you know me. I prefer shooting at things." Dutch joked pouring Rosette and Dexter a glass, followed by himself and then Seth.

"Now, I'd like to propose a toast." Dutch said raising a glass and smirking.

"To my cousin. You and I have had each other's back as far as I can remember. I promised your pops I'd always look out for you. I've watched you grow from that puny little boy from Brooklyn, into the warrior and leader you are now. You fought against the armies of Hell, leading the charge the whole way and still made it to the altar. I love you, cuz. And I'm damned proud of you. You and I are not just cousins; we're brothers, and I always got your back. To my new sister-in-law; thank you for joining our family. Please take care of this knucklehead. To the Smiths!" Dutch said as everyone raised their glasses to toast, taking a long sip.

"Oh yeah, by the way, how was the activity on the big night? Back-breaking? Mind numbing? You screw each other like two horny jackrabbits?" Dutch cracked.

Rosette's face furiously blushed red. Dexter, who was in the middle of taking another measured sip, promptly spat it over himself, causing both Seth and Dutch to laugh.

"Subtle, cousin. Real subtle." Dexter said, standing and walking away so he could change. There was another knock. This time, Dutch went to answer, telling Rosette to relax and stay seated. There was a pause, followed by muffled chatter, and then silence. Rosette and Seth looked at each other in confusion.

"Who is it, Dutch?" Rosette asked.

"It's a nigga in a fine suit."

They both cringed; Seth stood from the table, just as Dexter walked back, now changed into a new shirt as Dutch escorted their guest inside. He was a middle-aged African American male, dressed in an immaculate suit with grey pants and a maroon vest with a black long overcoat. He wore a hat, which he removed and gave a very slight bow. In his right hand was a large briefcase. The man spoke politely to Rosette and Dexter.

"Good evening, Mr. And Mrs. Smith. Please forgive this late-night visit, but there's some matters we must discuss."

"Who are you?" Dexter asked, unconsciously moving towards Rosette, holding her by the waist, between himself and their visitor.

"Morrison. J.D. Morrison. I'm what you might call...a broker. We all have a mutual friendship with a certain wise-ass demon hunter." Morrison explained, cracking a smile once realization hit.

"Wait, you know Dante?" Dexter asked, now relaxing. If this guy was a friend of Dante's, then surely, he could be trusted.

"He and I go way back. I've always been supplying him with all sorts of odd jobs. Been rolling with him since he was just a wet-behind the ears mercenary making a name for himself." Morrison said.

"Wait, you said you're a broker. I get the feeling you don't run a practice on Wall St." Rosette said curiously, she too, unconsciously holding to Dexter. Seth stood at the ready, arms folded. Just in case.

"Haha! Oh no, ma'am, not at all. There's a lot of money to be made in the underground world of the supernatural. I find the clients willing to pay, vet them, then split all the proceeds. I'm sure you guys are aware of Trish and Lady?"

Everyone nodded.

"Those two crazy-...ladies...I also help. But as I mentioned I do have some things to discuss. Shall we?" Morrison asked.

Morrison then sat down with Rosette, Dexter, Seth and even Dutch. He opened his briefcase on the table and began handing out the contents.

"Now, first thing's first. Dante contacted me shortly after you all dealt with Klaus and his minions. He asked me to keep an eye out for any new activity which might start brewing. I've never seen him so serious. Apparently, there's been whisper in the underground about some powerful new devils on the scene. We're talking as strong as Theokoles. Possibly; even stronger."

Seth clenched his fists tightly. Everything they had gone through in order to take down Theokoles, their strongest opponent yet. And here they were, barely months later with rumors that devils even stronger were suddenly appearing. He did not like it.

Rosette and Dexter glanced at each other. Then Rosetted asked Morrison, "What have you found?"

Morrison hesitated, then handed her several sheets. "There's been a rash of demonic possessions and hauntings, even attacks on civilians the past few months. Even women and children have been targeted. On the East Coast alone, we're talking serious activity. On the bright side; this has meant more devil hunters rising to the occasion. But I'm sure your own agency is already aware of this."

They then explained how the Nightstalkers were monitoring the situation, even dispatching their own forces to the sites of these attacks and activity. There was trouble brewing, and it all seemed to stem from the re-sealing of the Demon World and the entities which escaped.

"Geez, something stronger than Theokoles? Can't we catch a fucking break?" Dexter said holding his head. Dutch said nothing, just listened intently.

Morrison nodded then continued.

"Now, part of the reason I'm here is to deliver you both this. It's from an old friend. He wanted to make sure you all were taken care of if anything happened. Like Dante, he paid me a visit shortly before the final battle against Klaus.

Rosette and Dexter froze; could he mean?

Morrison handed them a sealed envelope. Opening it, they began reading the contents. Rosette's hands began trembling, tears started flowing.

"Sion..."

Morrison sighed, having placed his hat on the table. "Sion made me swear I would see to it you both taken care of. In addition to his final will and testament; he wanted you to have this."

Morrison handed Dexter an envelope. Opening it, Dexter found a check for exactly two million dollars. His eyes nearly bulged from his skull; where the hell did Sion find that kind of money?

"Got a little something here for you too, Seth" Morrison said handing Seth a small black box. Curious, Seth opened it, gazed at the contents, and then nearly collapsed.

"Seth, what is it?" Rosette asked.

"It's...this...it can't be. It's...my mother's betrothal necklace."

Dexter's eyes widened; times past Seth would mention his mother and her sacrifice to save his life.

"She received this from my father when they were betrothed. I can't believe Sion found it. It's worth more than you can believe." Seth said, fighting back the tears. All three then silently ruminated together. Sion. What an incredible friend.

Morrison then said, "My last bit of business, is with you, Mr. Smith. Now, this is a request not coming from me, but the higher ups of your own government. Seems they like the way you took control of things during the fighting with Klaus."

"Me? The higher ups? The President didn't mention any-"

"The President doesn't even know about this. Plausible deniability. They don't want her, or her successor, to have any knowledge of what's about to go down. But you, Dexter, you are going to be the one calling the shot here. If you'll come with me, I can show you." Morrison explained rising from his seat, snapping his briefcase shut.

Dexter hesitated, then looked at his new bride, to his best friend and his older cousin.

"Go on Dex, you know I got eyes on Rosette, always." Dutch encouraged. Seth likewise said, "Call if anything goes south."

Lastly, Rosette stood, kissed her husband, then said, "You got this baby. Be careful, ok?"

Dexter stood, grabbed his jacket from the coat rack, then said to Morrison, "Lead the way."

Morrison took Dexter to a CIA black site facility. A journey which took 3 ½ hours by car ride, to an undisclosed location, a seemingly abandoned and destitute old ranch. Dexter was growing more apprehensive. But also, more intrigued. After hastily being escorted past the entrance, through multiple layers and checkpoints, Morrison and Dexter were guided into a large building, descending down to a sub-level.

"Remember, this is all strictly off the books. No one can know about this. Your wife, your friends, not even your colleagues at the agency." Morrison said strongly, glancing at Dexter. Dexter just nodded, silent the whole time.

Finally, they arrived, stepping off the freight elevator and walking down a narrow hall. They passed several CIA agents, most of whom barely acknowledged the two. Some gave a curt nod. Dexter was about to ask the most obvious question when they came upon a large jail cell, complete with an iron door.

Dexter frowned, but then opened the large door. And there, sitting calmly on a large bed, was someone he was told was awaiting execution.

"Hello, Dexter"

"Kazuya?!"

Kazuya Hale. The assassin. The vigilante serial killer. The Night Angel. The man responsible for half a century of murder and killings, all people who violated Gods law. Here he sat in a holding cell at a CIA black site.

"What the hell is going on?! We were told he's awaiting execution! Why is the CIA keeping him here?!" Dexter shouted. Despite his outburst, Morrison remained calm as he began explaining.

"Your government wants to use Kazuya to weed out the people Klaus had on his payroll. There is still a lot of apprehension and fear and mistrust in the federal government. They don't want Klaus to return, or for those loyal to him to remain alive. Kazuya is the perfect scapegoat, given his rather...sordid past. And given the leadership qualities you displayed during this entire conflict, that's why they want you to be his benefactor. It's very simple. Dexter, Kazuya is to hunt down and kill all who might remain loyal to Klaus. You over see it, and report directly to CIA officials. Kazuya has already been given the ledger, the names of all who supported Klaus from the shadows."

Dexter swore furiously and then banged on the wall. This was absurd. How could they really expect him to go through with this? How could they expect him to keep this a secret from his friends and work associates? More importantly, from Rosette, his wife?

Dexter began pacing, hands on his waist. But then the obvious started to ruminate; this was untraceable to him. Kazuya would be the scapegoat if any of this came to light. And given everything that Klaus threatened, Dexter didn't want anyone still in league with him to remain alive.

"Ok. On one condition. Morrison; you tell whoever the higher ups are. Whoever they report to. If my family gets roped in, if innocents get roped in, I will find and expose them and I will personally put a bullet in every single one of them. We clear?" Dexter growled.

Morrison chuckled, then nodded. Both men turned to Kazuya.

"Dexter, I've already agreed. They won't execute me if I do this." Kazuya said.

"And you believe them?"

"Yes."

Liar. You're smarter than this Kazuya. You've got an endgame plan here no doubt. But I'll play along.

"Ok then. You've been given your orders. So, are you with me in this?"

Kazuya smirked, standing to his feet. Dexter sized him; he seemed older. His muscles swelled, no doubt he was keeping in good shape even whilst being detained. Both men remained silent before Dexter spoke.

"Happy hunting, soldier."

End Chapter

Sorry, this took longer than expected. As you can see, I wanted to make it juicy. The next chapter will be the final chapter to conclude this story. I promise you will all be satisfied. As always, stay tuned and thank you for reading.