For months, the endless battle between the two countries of the eastern hemisphere battled on. No one was able to one up the other and in the process their armies dwindled closer to single digits.
It was also no secret that they were running low on supplies, especially food and such, this prompted the majority of the army returned to their homes, feeling it would be a better option than to die for a war they can’t even begin to remember why it was declared in the first place.
The smell of blood littered the ground as the two armies engaged in another bout of fighting, bodies falling before they even reached the enemy’s blades or some even fighting still with wounds they had previously.
Clanks are heard from swords meeting and the booming of the catapults launching the large boulders on either side. The sounds of war slowly died down over the next two hours, soldiers from both sides were falling like flies and all the more appearing to nibble on the dead.
Two remained on the battlefield, both swords raised and standing at opposing sides on the piles of mangled bodies of their respective sides.
Vlad Tepes III held the broadsword above his head as he pants tiredly. He couldn’t understand it. The other warriors that dared to raise a weapon to him was quickly cut down, even those who was showed favor by their advanced training wasn’t alive long enough to fight him.
Why was this one so different? What was keeping them so motivated? Sweat coated his brow from the heavy full set of gunmetal grey plate armor he wore, and his tattered black cape was growing heavy no doubt soaked in blood, it was miracle that it wasn’t weighing him down. Or perhaps his adrenaline was too high to tell.
The knight standing just meters away from him stood tall and proud, their lancer sword ready to strike again. They wore a bronze color armor, a helmet completely concealing their face and their flag wrapped around their right wrist.
“Heh, I’m quite impressed with you, soldier. You are one of the lucky ones to face me.” Vlad has a sick grin on his face while his opponent remained silent and still.
His opponent takes a step forward and Vlad chuckles darkly, taking this opportunity to rush the knight with a heavy swing of his sword. The knight dodges the swing and uses their wrist to uppercut him.
Vlad stumbles back with a grunt and blindly swings his weapon. The knight dodges once again but, Vlad uses this moment to step forward and kick them in their middle, launching them onto the ground.
Their helmet is knocked off and Vlad jumps on top of them to make the final blow but, their sword stops his large sword from touching their face.
A woman laid out below him, holding his sword back with her own all Vlad did was laugh once more. Her short hair was styled in an Afro as gold eyes glared at him. Her dark skin was littered with sweat and teeth gritted from the strength she was trying to hold back.
“A woman! Now this has become more interesting!” He cackles. The woman kicks him away and Vlad is pushed a few feet away from her. She uses her sword to get back onto her feet and positions her body in a stance of a lancer.
“No matter, let’s see what you’ve got!” Vlad yells out a battle cry as he charges her and the woman remains stoic and ready.
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Another four hours pass and Vlad Tepes III is finally finished fighting. He uses his broadsword to hold his upper body up as he knelt on the ground. The woman stayed on her feet, her lancer still raised and ready just encase he was ready to go again.
As he panted, he looked up at the woman again, still not making a noise or changing her facial expression and grins.
“Damn woman, you fight with gumption. A general would be honored to have you in his army. If we meet again, we should have another fight. I’ll even let you win.” He pants, then his arms fall to his sides as exhaustion finally takes over and his body slumps onto the sword.
Running past her, are two men from her faction who take the unconscious man up in their arms and drags him away. She watches them go and sheathes her sword to follow them silently.
Weeks pass, and the process of rebuilding is slow and painful as the bodies of the innocent, the enemy still littered the grounds. Of course, this didn’t stop the execution of the one responsible for all this carnage and destruction.
His head was locked in a pillory, he was was starved and beaten as he was forced to walk barefoot to his awaited execution. His black eyes look to his left and he sees a familiar face standing off to the side, a hood over their head but golden eyes watching him trudge up to the wooden stage.
Vlad’s head was placed on the tree trunk and he waited for the axe to fall on to his neck but, he wouldn’t leave this world without a fight and stretches his tongue out to lick the blood of the dead before his head is separated from his body.
The woman who was fearless enough to fight him, saw what he had done and takes a step back to find the body of a woman. She sees that the woman was pregnant and sighs in sadness.
This shouldn’t have happened, none of this should have happened. She walks away from the scene and takes this time to find the person that she had spoken with a few weeks ago.
Finding the hobble of a home within the outskirts of the torn village, the woman knocks twice and waits.
The crooked door is opened and the old woman revealed herself from behind it, a cracked smile on her face.
“Ah Y/n! Welcome back!” She moves to the side to let the woman inside and Y/n steps inside the home. Her tall stature needed to bend forward in order to walk in the living area and the old woman offered her a seat. Y/n took the seat and pulls off her hood.
“So,” the hag starts rubbing her hands together.
“Do we have a deal?” She asks.
Y/n looks over at the blue liquid vial on the nearby table and faces the woman again.
“Yɛ no (Do it).” She says and the gag cackles as she excitedly hands over the vial, uncorking it. Handing it over to Y/n, she looks down at the vial then drinks it in one go.
This vial, the chance to be immortal and remain this age until her untimely demise. Y/n knew the risks but, she felt that she could grow stronger with this inside of her body and the witchcraft that she was taught and maybe with time, this world would be better and different than it is now.
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The year 1999 begins and new management is now protecting the United Kingdom, Hellsing as they call themselves and the ever growing number of new members are constantly joining.
The secret agents that protect the public from corrupted politicians and blood hungry vampires were just as nonexistent and mysterious as Hellsing kept themselves and not once did anyone have the courage to dig deeper into their secrets.
Their most famous agent and king of vampires Vlad Tepes III, now named Alucard, had made himself a home at Hellsing headquarters and a way to release his inner demons on the rouge creatures of the night.
Tipping his red rimmed hat, Alucard walked through the many alleyways of the city of England on a slow trek back to base after dealing with ghoul attack nearby. He needed the break from his allies and he could feel that he was being followed.
A smirk is evident on his lips as he continues his steady pace and then he stops when he felt the person following him appear behind him. His hand on the Jackal he turns his head to see who was bold enough to take a stand against him.
“My, my, what kind of company will I have this evening?” He jeers, turning to the side to face the dark alley.
Footsteps approach him from the darkness and when they finally reveal themselves in the moonlight, the corners of his lips grow in a sadistic grin.
A laugh is released from him, almost maniacally as he pulls out his guns to point at who he saw.
“I remember you! I can’t believe you’re alive after all these centuries!” He cackled and the woman before him gives him a look.
The woman who he had fought likely 300 years ago stood in front of him with a tilt of her head, hair now long enough that it reached her bottom and her golden eyes now a light gold color.
“A vampire?” He questioned.
She says nothing and pulls out the lancer that he is all so familiar with and gets into her stance. Alucard laughs again and gets into a fighting stance as well.
“I do remember promising a fight between the two of us.” The woman gives him a blank look, one he never forgot and Alucard’s red eyes glow in excitement.
“Shall we?”
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