Party! Party! Party!(5)

"MASTER!"

While Rodeo could only watch from a distance, the female vampire grabbed Anderson's bayonet, her red eyes burning with an even brighter shade of maroon with the anger and worry for her master burning even brighter in her vampiric soul.

"MASTER!"

At the same time, Karl and Alcina finally arrived and also saw what Seras was seeing in front of her.

"Alucard!" Alcina cried out.

[Anderson! What the hell! That army was our sole numerical advantage against the dark aether and these Nazi fucks!] Karl bellowed.

Seras and Alcina both run for Alucard and try to remove the bayonet from his head when the cold vines begin to wrap around their hands. But that feeling of cold quickly faded away, for now their entire arm was doused in Anderson's flames. While Seras wailed as the flames spread across her skin, Alcina seemed to be strong enough to ignore it as she didn't stop on attempting to remove the bayonet.

"Master! MASTER!"

"Alucard! You can't leave us like this!"

Then to their surprise… he spoke.

"Stop yelling, ladies!"

Both women's eyes widened, noticing his eyes deadpan stare at them.

"Master?" "Alucard?"

"My goodness. Your awful ruckus is splintering my ears! Why are you all very dramatic? You'll wake the dead at this rate..."

The young female vampire could do nothing but smile at her master. "Master..."

The old female vampire, on the other hand, could do nothing but stare deadpan at him, "By the wings of Miranda, you're alright."

"I am my lady but now... It's time I end this."

With his arm began to regenerate and a trail of dark matter spewing from it. He placed his hand on Anderson's.

"Alexander Anderson! There was a moment in which you had the opportunity to slay me! You had your chance, and you wasted it. I would have let you tear my heart out of my very body, but now that you have become an abomination of God, I will not allow you to defeat me!"

The bayonet snapped in half, and the vines wrapped around Alucard rapidly tore off as his entire body was now a fluid, red mass of dark matter in the shape of a man, his gloves being the only parts of him not covered in this matter.

"Only a human could dare to slay a monster!"

The symbols on Alucard's gloves began to glow bright red. Alucard finally took on a tangible form, but unlike his regular form, his red cravat and red flock overcoat were gone, leaving only his dark charcoal suit as his last pieces of garments.

Alucard crossed his hands so both were perpendicular, and the symbols glowed bright red once again.

"RWAHHHH!"

Alucard dashed for an attack on Anderson; the bayonet priest retaliated by launching a stream of vines. But Alucard's new form wasn't just for show as he was able to expertly outmaneuver all of his attacks with ease. No matter how many vines took the place of the paired vines, Alucard continued to dodge and slash them away.

Thrusting his hand, Alucard was about to tore through Anderson's flesh and rip his heart out, only for his arms to stop at a single millimeter as it was being entangled by vines before instantly tearing it apart.

Alucard grunted and retreated back, fixing his gaze at Alucard with his arm regenerate.

"I once thought of accepting my fate right about now. But with all this, I decided to keep it longer, using my remaining time to prove I'm still God's righteous man." Anderson declared as his body was enveloped in flames.

The flames did not subside, they only dimmed, in their midst was an entirely new being, the flames burning Anderson had now become a mix of white as the brightest day and black as the darkest night, and his bayonets became more divine yet demonic at the same time.

The Priest spread the thousand vines all over his body and was enveloped in flames, as well as growing horns that fused together into a vertical halo, making it appear as a hybrid between a demon of chaos and a warrior of God. It was, for all intents and purposes, a Nephalem.

Alucard pushed himself forward and went on a full-force sprint for the holy demon. The King of Vampires jumped into the air and hit him with a side kick across his face with all his might. However, the attack seemed to barely budged him.

Before Alucard could react, Anderson grabbed Alucard's leg and threw him into a nearby building at an even greater strength, causing the building to crumble down upon him.

The Nephalem jumped onto the rubble when he saw Alucard stirring, reaching his hand into the moving rubble and pulled the vampire out by his throat before ramming through countless buildings across the city with Alucard in front and countless vine tendrils helping him moved at a greater speed. Thousands of Reich Soldiers in the surroundings fired their guns at the priest, only to get themselves being impaled by countless fiery vines from Anderson as he passes by, unbothered by the thousands of rounds impacted against his body from all sides.

The London Monitor noticed Anderson in the distance and unleashed a massive energy blast at a terrifying velocity, heading straight for the occupied Angel/Demon hybrid.

Without even missing a beat, one of Anderson's fiery vines simply raised in front of the incoming attack, completely splitting it with seemingly minimum effort. The now divided attack went in seperate directions from each other, instantly destroying an entire city block from one laser blast it made contact with and the other destroyed a forest outside of the city, reducing it into an uninhabitable environment.

Unbothered by the giant weapon of war, Anderson simply sends out innumerable vines erupting from the earth around the London Monitor and entangles the metal contraption before tearing it entirely.

After being rammed through dozens of buildings, Alucard could only grunted in pain as the holy fire burned his neck where the holy demon held it. He kicked at his stomach, slashed at his arm, to no avail, he was completely overpowered.

Alucard ceased his struggle when the Nephalim slammed him into the ground and stabbed him in the chest before throwing down the demon in his grasp, planting his vines into his body and tear away Alucard's limb with his bare hands, doing the same with the other before finally turning Alucard over, retrieving his bayonet, and allowing Alucard one last roar of defiance before stabbing him through his mouth.

Black-white flames burst from the bayonet, engulfing Alucard, and thousands of Reich soldiers and dark aether forces around him, burning them all entirely until everything including their souls had been burnt.

The Nephalem roared in triumph, but none would cheer with him, Hienkle, Yumie, and the Paladins of the Church looked upon their former captain, the flames that burned him seemed to be punishing him for his sins, and beneath those flames was undeniably an angel, at a same time, a demon, no different than Alucard.

Once the fire dies down all that remains is Alucard's ashes. Feeling contempt at the hard fought battle Anderson turns his back but stops when he hears a swarm of bats screeching and fluttering. Confused, he turned back around to see them circling the ashes of Alucard. After a few seconds the crackling of Alucard's laugh is heard.

"Don't forget, I had one last soul to spare."

As the battle continued, the Nephalem charged Alucard once more, but he leaped at a higher altitude, remembering how brute force worked out last time.

The Nephalem gathered its countless vines and formed it into wings of burning vines before spreading them and gave chase.

Alucard seemed to continue going higher, until gravity shifted and tucked himself into a dive.

The Nepahlem continued its ascent as Alucard dove towards it.

As the two were about to collide, their weapons at the ready, the Nephalem swung but miss, and as the Nephalem's momentum carried it higher, and brought it's chest level with Alucard.

With a tremendous thrust of his hand, the vampire king plunged his fingers through the Nephalem's flesh and grabbed the monster's heart, the nail still stabbed in its center. In a desperate attempt for survival, the vines wrapped themselves around the heart, but it was fruitless. Alucard ripped the heart from Anderson's body with all his might. The vines were stained with blood, and Anderson's entire body became pale white, with his lower legs being severed from the rest of him.

The two monsters fell back onto the streets of London, the Nephalem falling lifeless, and the vampire king landing on its feet.

Alucard stared at the heart of his enemy. He snarled, and crushed it in the palm of his hand, sending even more of his enemy's blood spilling all around him.

In the distance Karl gasped in shock and awe.

[This is some good Biblical fighting shit right there.]

The battleground was silent. Alucard was staring down at his fallen nemesis. The wind whipped at Alucard's hair, sending it fluttering through the air. Anderson, the Bayonet Priest, the trump card of Iscariot and one of the only warriors who ever posed a threat to him, was finally defeated, yet still alive but barely. His head, right arm and the remaining right side of his torso was the only thing left of his body as the entire thing was now deathly pale white and slowly crumbling and fading away to dust.

Despite Alucard taking the victory, he was none too pleased. Not in the slightest.

"YOU AND I ARE THE SAME!"

Gasps spread through the spectators like wildfire, except for Integra, Rodeo, and Alcina. Alucard dropped down to his knees like a defeated soul, placing his hands on his face as he could not bear to stand another brave soul burdened with the weight of this monstrous body.

"You are me! I was just the same! Don't you understand that this is how I became what I am?!"

What Alucard did next was something that Seras thought she would never see in her now immortal lifetime: her master, Vlad the Impaler, the Vampire King, the monster that consumed his opponents, his soldiers, and his subjects, was sobbing on the ground, covering his eyes with his hands, and tears of blood running down his cheeks.

As the proud vampire king continued crying, Alcina did her best to comfort him. That is, until a soft laughter filled the air, causing Alucard to look up from his palms.

"Demons do not cry. Are those the tears of a long dead child?" The bayonet priest had not yet perished, and he still had the strength to muster up a voice. "Demons do not cry. You became a demon because you could no longer cry. Humans cry, and when their tears finally run dry, they become nothing. Just a pale shadow, a demon or a monster, and one final prayer for death. So laugh, demon. Laugh that arrogant, condescending laugh of yours, but just know that today, I beat you to it. So how long? How long before you no longer cursed to walk on earth?"

Alucard was now standing up, his frown disappearing as he opened his ears and his very soul to his adversary.

"...Until the weight of my past is shattered by my oncoming future. It shouldn't be too long , my nemesis.. I'll see you at the gates of hell."

Anderson, or what still remained of Anderson, grinned. The peak of dawn was beginning to rise just above the horizon, shining its holy light onto Anderson. The bayonet priest reached his hand out to the stars as his soul began to slip into eternal rest.

But before that, though, Rodeo approached the dying Anderson and kneeled in front of him.

"...Anderson."

"My boy," Anderson chuckled, "Do not worry. As I already stated, my fate is sealed, but your fate is not. I believe in your goals, and even in death, I will remember your tales and watch you develop. Stop the Forsaken. Deliver God's creation from the grasp of this foreign power. And remember one thing... always have faith in yourself, and never let the fear of the death of others consume you to the brink of madness. A kind soul like you doesn't deserve the cruelty and darkness of the world you've been in, but you made it this far, so I have no doubt that you will persevere... Rodeo. May you succeed and never falter. May you live long and have light even in the cruelest of dark places."

"I'm grateful, Anderson. I will not let you down."

"I'm certain you won't. Death is not your fate just yet. I know that very well. You really are a gifted one, I can sense it."

Shifting his eyes to a magneto then transformer Karl Heisenberg, he uttered, "...and Karl."

[Yeah?]

"Looks like I won't be getting to fight you anytime soon," Anderson chuckles, "Even in that transformer-looking form of yours."

[It seems so. And I'll take that as a compliment.] Karl said, casting a sidelong glance.

Chuckling once more, Anderson's head gazed up into the heavens as he started to slowly crumble and fade away to dust.

"I can hear them. The voices of the children. I can hear them. I should... I should go. They're waiting for me; is that... is that really you, Maxwell?" The soldiers of Iscariot were on their knees, their eyes watery in the face of their superior's tragic demise.

"Don't cry, children. Say your prayers before you sleep. Amen, children."

These were the last, stirring words of God's Assassin before the last of his mummified remains were carried off into the wind. God's assassin had finally rejoined his holy contractor. His students, Heinkel and Yumie couldn't help but weep uncontrollably at his death, Rodeo, barely managed to shed a single tear from his eye, while Integra, who watched the entire thing, placed her sword next to his bayonet as a way to respect his death.

Alucard, on the other hand, gave one last look at the remains of Alexander Anderson, and smirked in respect of his ultimate adversary.

"Amen."

In the spur of this deep moment, Rodeo's cat ears perked up to hear someone approaching, but didn't react to it since he knew who it was.

Out of nowhere, an unknown intruder crushed the remaining crumbling body of Anderson, defiling his final remains. A flurry of glowing blue wires were then spread throughout the desolate streets, slicing through the surrounding stone buildings and skyscrapers like it was cutting through wet paper. The tall structures all quickly tumbled down like a Jenga tower, creating dust clouds around the base of the city.

The dust quickly began to clear, but what it revealed was something despicable. Integra's mouth dropped open, causing her cigar to fall onto the ground; Seras gasped, and Alucard's eyes slightly widened. The man who was controlling these blue wires was a man with jet black hair who appeared like he was in his thirties. He wore the attire of a butler, and on the bridge of his nose was a monocle, covering his right eye. The three Hellsing members recognized this man instantly.

"...Walter." Rodeo muttered.

"Hello there."

Karl, noticing Walter's younger look, couldn't help but exclaim, "How the hell did he get young!? Wasn't he old!"

"Walter, is that you?!"

"Trash. The dead are nothing but trash and there is no need for anyone to mourn for. Isn't that right, Integra?"

"Walter…"

At that moment, Rodeo saw Miranda, Donna, Angie, the Dimitrescu daughters and the mutated Moreau finally arrive shortly after.

"We were able to lose the monitor and..." Bela said as she noticed Walter, "Mister Walter?"

"Finally the gang's all here. I'm surprised you were able to outrun that machine and avoid the sights of that aerial stronghold in the sky."

"Walter, sir... what have they done to you?!" Seras inquired.

"What have they done to me? Obviously I was captured, brainwashed and turned into a vampire and forced to go against my former master and friends and rip them to shreds. Was that the sort of explanation you were hoping for, Seras?"

[You son of a bitch!] Karl shouted.

"Call me whatever you want, I answer to no man's will but my own. I am myself in mind and body and soul. I am Walter C. Dornez, the Angel of Death. And as the dawn light cuts through the darkness so shall I reap your souls in bloody terms."

"Enough of this, Walter!"

"Do not use that name!"

At that moment, Yumie, with anger in her mind, charged at Walter without a care.

"Wait, don't!" Seras cried out, but her words fell on deaf's ears as Yumie continued to sprint towards the vampire hunter.

"I'll kill you! You know nothing of what it means to serve a master! NOTHING!"

Walter was planning to kill that Japanese insect when he noticed Rodeo rush toward Yumie at a pace that was so fast he could hardly read.

"Hm!?"

Before she could react, Yumie noticed Rodeo was already in front of her and with full force, sent his fist at Yumie, only to halt an inch from her face. In less than a second, a violent blast of wind slams against her face. Fortunately, she was not sent flying but instead the wind's intensity disintegrated the earth beneath her feet but it nevertheless stopped Yumie in her tracks as she stared at Rodeo in shock and terror.

Heinkel's expression turned ugly as she raised her pistols at Rodeo, "Rodeo! What are you…"

Before she knew it, a two-meter long barrel of a pistol was pointing directly at her cheek. Shifting her eyes to her side, she saw the Captain standing a meter away from her with his odd-looking pistol aimed at her, preparing to fire.

However, Rodeo spun around faster than anybody could have imagined, his sawed-off shotgun in hand and his eyes flashing intensely as he fired at the Captain's handgun at great precision, sending it flying out of his grasp, but he already squeezed the trigger before the bullet could strike his weapon. Luckily, the bullet of his pistol only grazed Heinkel's nape.

"Help me with her!" Rodeo said to Yumie as he walked up to Heinkel while Yumie shakes off from her shocked state of witnessing Rodeo's fist almost kill her and saw Heinkel kneeling on the floor, clutching her nape in agony.

"Heinkel!"

The two try to help Heinkel with the injury on her nape when they notice the Captain pointing his pistol at them and simply shaking his head. Even though he didn't utter a word, Rodeo already understood the meaning and why he shot Heinkel in the first place.

"You don't want us to interfere with this, is that right?"

The Captain simply nodded his head in response.

"Fine, we won't."

With a displeased expression, Yumie turned to face Rodeo. "But-"

"No we won't!"

The Captain then handed Rodeo a medic bag before making a sharp turn and racing out of the buildings. Watching him flee, Rodeo proceeded to remove some bandages from the medic bag and wrapped them around the areas of Heinkel's neck where her nape was damaged and stopped the bleeding for now.

"You alright?" Yumie asked her partner in concern.

"I'm fine... just let my guard down. Thank you Rodeo."

"You're welcome. Now I'll make one thing clear with both of you."

Before any of them know what's coming, Rodeo forcibly grips them by the collar and drags them towards him, staring them dead in the eye.

"Forget your fight with Hellsing at the moment! Right now we have no army at our disposal while the Reich have two weapons of mass destruction on their side, the dark aether forces are swarming the whole streets with Nazi reinforcements backing them up and the Forsaken has plan B which might be far worse than last time."

He continued, "Now Yumie, Heinkel, I want you to fight with me and my allies and stop the common enemy. Let Hellsing deal with Millennium. Not for me, but at least for Anderson and the one's counting on us to make sure this world doesn't end even though they have no idea what's going on. Yumie, I can understand your anger but the Walter your dealing with is at his prime and he will kill you like a bacteria. So please fight with me and hellsing if you need for just this one day."

After his ranting, he simply drops them to the ground before noticing more Iscariot paladins had arrived with Yumie and Heinkel back up on their feet.

Staring at everyone around him present, he roared out on top of his lungs.

"...Enough is enough! I've had this motherfucking Nazis, zombies, robots, vampires and death in this motherfucking universe! So either we must cooperate or die! Your choice! Walter, I will not stop your fight with Alucard nor will I stop Integra's fight with Millennium and the Major, but I'm stopping the Forsaken. Iscariot, if you are with me just for this one day or against us, I will not stop you."

Heinkel sighs, "This universe is at stake. Very well, we will assist you for this one day only. Anderson had a great respect for you so we will respect your decisions as well. Tell us what we need to do."

"Okay, Karl and I will go for the Forsaken by using a portal if we find one. Heinkel, Yumie, you take your men with Moreau and try to keep the Monitor off of Walter and Alucards fight. Alcina, you are going to remain here in this area and watch to make sure that neither Nazis nor dark aether forces try to interfere with Alucard and Walter's fight. Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, and Miranda will take out anyone and reduce the enemies' numbers if needed and Donna and Angie will support them with your flowers. Are we clear?"

"""Clear."""

"Good."

"...Was the sky always purple?" Angie wondered.

"What do you mean," Rodeo arched his eyebrow at Angie's statement. Turning to face the sky, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, "OH MY GOD!"

To the shock of everyone, the sky had turned dark purple. That sun remained unaffected, though. In the middle of the sky was a massive portal with thunderous clouds swirling around it as the intermittent sounds of thunder and purple lightning constantly falling from the heavens from time to time.

The problem was that not only did it happened in London.

…But in the skies across every part of the world.

This universe was about to meet its end by the dark aether.

"My god." Heinkel mumbled beneath her breath as she stared at the skies in horror.

"What's happening?!" Yumie exclaimed.

Heisenberg answered, [He's gonna pull your universe apart and merge it into the dark aether according to what Rodeo stated, which means…]

[...We are in the endgame now.]