A/N: Hello everyone, and welcome to code blood Redux (however since someone else also has a story named code blood, I have selected a different name for this story. As some of you may be aware, I was formerly KallenViBritannia before i lost access to that account via dumbfuckery. As a result I have this account instead.
I'm still a trash writer, but a more experienced trash writer which should perhaps make this more bearable for those interested in reading. This, as you can see, is a Hellsing (Ultimate) Crossover based primarily in the CG universe
Contains blood and gore typical for Hellsing, vampire shenanigans, lewdness, general violence and all the other goodies you expect
Oh, and Nazi's... though lets be fair Britannia isn't that much better so meh. Not much of a stretch on the evil meter.
Will contain a Lelouch-centric Harem split between Alucard, Kallen, and Seras
It was the dark of night at the Ares villa, the moon was full, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The sound of crickets filled the air outside, the flowers of the garden swayed gently in the breeze.
Marianne Vi Britannia stood quietly in the Gazebo with 1 other figure. They wore almost all white. White coat, white, white gloves, white dress pants, even white shoes in perfect condition. Their undershirt was black, though only the collar was visible alongside a bright red necktie. Their hair was pure black, but with a glossy sheen to it and perfectly maintained, or so it looked. Their eyes were a bright ruby-red, and their skin was milky white.
"You're certain it's happening tomorrow?" The Empress asked with a frown, she was visibly distraught, tightly clenching the skirt of her dress with anxiety.
"Unfortunately." The simple reply came from the other woman, her arms casually sitting within her coat pockets. "I have been very thorough, all evidence directs me to believe that he intends tomorrow's meeting to end with your death, mistress." Her voice was smooth and velvety, but it carried with it a sharp edge if one paid attention.
Marianne sighed. "Very well, I have one last task for you."
"Last?" The Empress's companion questioned. Their face remained passive, entirely neutral, but Marianne knew this girl long enough to know she was worried, if only slightly.
"Yes. If he intends to kill me, then he won't stop until I am dead. There is no hope for me, even if his plot fails tomorrow he will finish the job one way or another. This in-fighting puts our grand plan at risk."
The red-eyed girl huffed. "You royals and your doomsday prophecies." She admonished.
Marianne's lips turned up in a smirk. "My final mission for you is to protect him from all threats, no matter who or what they are. It is up to you to decide how you fulfill this mission."
"I will do so, mistress. But I can't help wonder if C.C. isn't better for this?"
"She is going to be observing him from a distance." Marianne confirmed. "But you and I both know that she alone isn't going to stop V.V. if he decides to target my children. My little lamb is going to be in grave danger. He'll need more than a witch to stop the Geass Cult from killing him and his sister."
"He needs a monster." The crimson eyes of the white-clad woman hardened slightly upon coming to that conclusion.
"Yes, he will be fighting monsters, so what better protection than a more powerful monster?" Marianne asked.
Her pale-skinned companion tilted their head, and a gust of wind caused the raven-black hair to billow to the side for a moment.
"I understand, it will be done my mistress."
"I am not your mistress anymore." Marianne replied, causing her old friend to blink. "If my time in this world is at an end, then I am leaving your service in the hands of my firstborn. When he is ready, when he needs you... he will be your master."
"..." There was a heavy silence before her old friend and greatest servant gave a bow of respect.
"Very well, Marianne, with your final request, I hereby pledge my service in every capacity to your firstborn son, Lelouch Vi Britannia."
"And so it shall be." Marianne said quietly, her shoulders sagging. "Thank you, Alu."
'Alu' closed her eyes and Marianne watched black shadows seep in to envelop her, before pulling her down into the ground and fading away into nothingness.
"There..." Marianne ground out spitefully. "Let's see you try to hurt my babies now V.V., you little shit."
August 15th, 2017 A.T.B.
Lelouch Vi Britannia was thrown up against the wall with a grunt of pain as his back made contact with concrete. He grimaced, glaring up at the captain of Clovis' royal guard with absolute disdain and endless loathing.
These weren't people that stood before him. They were monsters in human skin.
"Well, well, well. You almost gave us the slip there, I'm impressed but that's to be expected, you are a Britannian afterall." The man before him mocked with a pistol leveled at his chest.
Was this truly it, was he meant to die here, without being able to accomplish anything with his life!?
'Nunnally!' The crying face of his sister flashed before his mind as his heart wrenched inside his chest. No, he had to live!
But that was not his decision to make it seemed.
"He mustn't die!" The girl with the green hair screamed, and launched herself towards the captain of the guard, only to be riddled with machinegun fire, her body was filled with holes and her blood splashed across Lelouch's shocked face.
"Well, that's a shame but nothing to be done about it. We were meant to take her alive, however we can just say the terrorists gunned her down before we could find her, and they killed you too, such a tragedy. What say you, schoolboy?"
Lelouch clenched his teeth. "You're all a bunch of murdering tyrants!" He spat.
The captain of the guard barked out a short laugh, his eyes narrowed and he sneered at Lelouch.
"So long brat, shouldn't have skipped class."
The royal guard squeezed the trigger...
But as he did, his own chest exploded. A gloved hand going straight through his back, and holding the man's still beating heart. The gun fired, hitting Lelouch in his chest and he gasped, unable to scream as the bullet punctured his lungs and made him slump against the wall.
Lelouch watched in wonder and amazement even as he bled out, as the hand holding the man's heart squeezed with immense force, making the organ explode in a shower of blood before the man was completely ripped in half at the torso in a wild display of gore. His upper and lower halves splitting at the waist as though torn apart by a knightmare frame.
For the barest fraction of a second, Lelouch saw his savior, in a way. They where completely shrouded in a haze of darkness, the only detail he could make out were the eyes.
Crimson eyes that almost seemed to be glowing, dilated with madness.
Before another thought could be registered, the rest of the royal guard finally reacted and raised their guns to open fire.
They missed, somehow. The figure vanished, or rather was so fast that they could be seen only as a blur. In a matter of just a few split seconds, the terrified royal guard were torn to shreds in the most literal sense of the word. Their arms, legs, and heads went flying as the walls and ceiling were painted red and a large pool of red liquid began to coat the floor.
Lelouch's vision blurred slightly as his... well, not savior, but perhaps avenger- approached him and knelt.
He could make out those red eyes now clear as day, and the face they belonged to.
"Lelouch, answer me honestly. Are you a virgin?" The definitively female voice of the person asked.
'What...? What does... that have to do with-' His train of thought derailed as he coughed violently, spitting up blood, his body began to feel numb and cold as the taste of metal filled his mouth.
"Answer me boy!" She demanded. "I can save you but I must hear you say it to be certain!"
'Gah... damn, damn it all!' He cursed. "Y-hyes!" He coughed, slurring the word. "I... I am!"
The girl grabbed Lelouch with a surprising amount of gentleness, tilting his neck to the side. He got... a funny feeling, a tickle in his throat, his vision went dark, his heart stopped.
Lelouch Vi Britannia died in Shinjuku.
Kallen Stadtfeld, was sweating, her heart thundered in her chest, she was feeling so many things. Anger, sadness, and fear chief among them.
She was afraid to die, most people were. But she was afraid of more than dying. She was afraid of failing her brother, failing her friends, and failing her country.
She was getting close to being cornered. She had only a single working Slash-Harken and arm for her shitty junkyard Glasgow. Her energy filler was running dangerously low thanks to the ineffecient power usage and burned out capacitors. She had no ranged weapon, and she had no idea where to go or what to do. She was running for her life and just hoping to do something... anything before she died.
'Damn it... Naoto I...'
"The west entrance." A voice suddenly came over her radio.
'What!?' She didn't recognize who this was! "Who are you!?" She demanded. "How do you know this code!?"
"Do you want to win?"
That question caused Kallen to freeze, her mouth went dry.
This voice all but purred that word into the radio, whispering it like he was intimately familiar with the concept.
To win...
That word, that forbidden fruit on the tip of her tongue. She never imagined it could be possible, she dreamed of it, but she knew the difference between hopeful and wishful dreams- and reality.
"If you want to win-" the voice continued. "-then follow my orders."
She was already about to die, there was almost no hope, and this voice promised victory, so with no reason to deny the command, she came to the only reasonable solution.
"Fuck it!" Kallen cursed, setting the radio down and moving her Glasgow towards the west entrance.
From that moment forward, the Kozuki resistance began to win.
Clovis sat pensive in his Throne, fear was apparent in his voice, though he managed to stop it from trembling. His command staff LEFT him!
The battle had gone well, until it didn't. In the span of a few minutes Clovis' surefire win and extermination of Shinjuku turned into a route. His forces were all but VIOLATED in battle. They started by ripping his advanced scouts apart in piecemeal, and then just when Clovis thought he had the enemy beat, his entire army was crushed.
The man holding him at gunpoint ordered that he demand a cease-fire. And who the hell was Clovis to argue with the man holding the gun? He had enough self preservation instincts to do as he was told.
"There." He said with some irritation. "Now what? We sing a few ballads? Or perhaps a game of chess?"
Lelouch stared at his half-brother, and the emotions he felt threatened to overtake his normal calm and cold logic. He was always good at schooling himself, always good at maintaining the charade of being aloof and impossible to throw off balance.
Then he died.
Now with his body changing even as he listened to Clovis speak, Lelouch could only feel one thing.
Hunger.
"That sounds familiar..." Lelouch ground out.
Feed.
"We used to play together, remember, at the Ares Villa?"
Drink.
Clovis shot up in surprise. "Who are you!?" He demanded.
Lelouch's eyes wavered.
He could see Clovis' veins, he could see the warmth that radiated from his breath and his flesh... he could see his half-brother's heart beat a mile a minute inside his chest.
Consume.
Lelouch's eyes wavered between royal violet and dark Crimson, his lips parted and his jaw lowered, his teeth sharpened like daggers as fangs sprouted from his gums. His tongue slithered out and he exhaled, steam coming off of his hot breath.
FEED.
'NO! I must- I must ask him- I- must...' His thoughts were drowned out by raw emotion, hunger and bloodlust. Whatever it was that was happening made it impossible to bottle up these feelings, years of restrained hate, resentment, and anger surged out like a tidal wave.
Clovis the murderer, Clovis the monster, Clovis the half-brother who killed anyone he pleased.
Lelouch's normally twiggy body bulked up, lean muscle began to grow all around him, the speed at which this happened caused immense discomfort and he let out a low growl that made Clovis shrink back in his throne.
He smelled... delicious.
Lelouch stepped forward, his eyes now firmly red. The growth of new muscle required energy, energy required feeding.
He needed to drink.
These new instincts took over at that moment. His calculations became moot, his desire to ask questions vanished, there was only one thing on his mind.
Blood. Clovis' blood.
He wanted it.
NOW.
"S-stay back! I'm warning you!" The blonde royal ordered, his voice shaky and uneven. "Get away from-!"
The figure shot forward with insane speed, becoming naught but a blur as he crossed the distance of the room in a fraction of a second. His hands gripped both sides of Clovis's head with such force that the viceroy began to scream with pain before hyperventilating.
Clovis stared at the face of his assailant. Recognition mixing in with fear and dread.
"L-lelo-?"
Clovis didn't get to finish. The black prince snapped his neck, before twisting it back and forth, bones cracked, skin, flesh and tissue separated...
Lelouch ripped his head off, blood came gushing out from the limp body and he held the severed head above him, letting the delicious Crimson nectar flood out from the jugular and spill into his waiting mouth.
He was thirsty, so he drank.
AN: Reviews would be appreciated, I will say right away that Lelouch will not be OOC, his slip in control that he experienced will not happen very often. This prologue was short to keep things simple and if enough people want to see this continue I will update when I can