A City at War (open)

[Queen of Horror]

Her signal to Harker Industries kicked in the moment the bay door finally broke its seal. Since the start of this plague she had been locked out of the Harker facility with only the most mundane information. Originally her job was simple, it was an easy task even with the Demon and Vampire at her sides. Her task was simply to kill the most dangerous woman in the world, Sir Integra Hellsing.

Jessica opened her HAK and scrolled down the objective list of all Helldivers, her objective had not changed. For nearly a month she had spent outside the walls of the facility keeping watch on the mansion. She had gained detailed information on Hellsing that gave Harker enough of a reason to order the hit. She shared the goals of Constantine, she didn't like the idea of freaks running around even if they were on their side. The Queen was also donning her own freak, however Sparda was a more noble warrior and Harker respected him solely because of this.

With Arix out of the picture there was no reason to worry about the stipulations following this assassination dare she get caught, she knew she wouldn't though. Harker had given her enough information on an attack strategy to begin with from months ago. He followed the tactics of the Iscariot forces and the personal guard as much as the wild geese. Given what the Giovanni vampires did to cause a disruption her plan was looking far better.

Jessica checked the straps on her hips making sure both of her P90s were in place, she set her sword to the side and lifted the massive M82 onto her shoulder, she pulled the slide back on the side of the weapon chambering the first round. She aimed down the sights of the weapon at the front door to the mansion and fired.

The .50 BMG uranium core round accelerated loudly from the weapon and toward the door. The properties of this bullet could be seen similarly to the bunker buster warhead. The flat tip of the bullet disallowed perfect accuracy as it dropped to gravity slowly but the uranium core of the bullet ignited upon impact shattering the doors and killing the guards all in one shot. The explosion would send a shock wave through the room stunning anyone in there for a number of seconds.

She was on the move leaving behind the M82 and grabbed her sword. It took her nearly five seconds to cross from the building to the front door this counting landing beyond the gates. Before entering the mansion Jessica tossed one of the smoke grenades in her utility bag into the room. When she enters the room she unleashes the full power of her ICBS combat suit drawing the sword in a full slash that was untraceable to the normal eyes. She moved through the smoke using her HUD to track enemies she could no longer see.

Ten seconds later she was moving up the stairs still unseen by any living eyes. The smoke cleared leaving eight dead guards behind.

[Elena]

Elena heard the sound of a powerful weapon going off as she approached what remained of the Hellsing manor. It looked like they had rebuilt just enough to continue operations and store away Integra. She figured that much but after the High Elf's claim she was unsure until she saw it with her own two eyes. But who were attacking them? Surely the rioters weren't that bold nor that skilled to take down even a weakened Hellsing. It didn't matter in the end as she needed Integra alive and this stranger was about to put a damper on that.

Elena dropped down at the gate, her eyes going down towards the dead guards and the damage inflicted before picking up on the smoke from inside the manor. Not wanting to risk losing her only connection to the missing Sebastian Elena tried to head the assassin off. Climbing up unseen on the mansion outer wall and into the top floor where she sensed Integra to be. Quietly opening up the window and stepping into the room only to be shot in the head by Integra herself and falling back out the window onto the ground below. That could have been planned better.

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The rioters used this time to try to escape, to run away while the Judgement Corp. were trapped within their worst nightmare. Whether they managed to or not was irrelevant for their leader who were too far gone in the nightmare to escape. Plus there was the little matter of a blade at his throat. He gagged like he was being choked and then finally collapsed to the ground dead. Any information he had on him died with him.

[.:Amilia:.]

Several of the Judgment Core members snapped out of it, however others had no similar luck. Vicknair finally came to his senses breathing heavily, "fucking spiders..." Amilia sheathed her sword and pushed the rioter over with her foot making sure he was dead until the sound of the M82 went off across the city. It wasn't the rifle alone that caught her by surprise but the sound of the uranium shell exploding on impact that honestly got her senses on fire.

"Vicknair, round up the rest of the men get them to their senses and fall back to Harker Industries. I'm heading to Hellsing. Something has the hair on the back of my neck standing up."

Vicknair caught his breath and stood up straight, "Yes ma'am."

Amilia was gone long before he replied already on the roof tops jumping gaps across the streets looking down she would see rioter still doing their thing. She made her way to the plum of smoke off in the direction of Hellsing.

[Ayen]

The shot fired and Sazan felt a loud ringing in her ear as she looked in the direction of where the shot sounded from. Hellsing. The Hybrid's eyes widened in shock as she looked back to the mages.

“Stay behind me.”

Sazan ran off, the mages using their magic to keep up with the half vampire's speed as they headed towards the smoke at the same time as Amilia. The smell overwhelming smell of fresh blood guiding the Hybrid.

[Queen of Horror]

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Jessica made her way up the next couple rows of stairs and took to the offense again sheathing her sword but pulled at the P90 on her hip. The advancing Wild Geese were Integra's personal guard, with Seras no where to be seen this would be quick work. She spun the P90 like an outlaw as she pulled it off her hip and finally caught it straight when she came eye level with it.

Fifty rounds in the clip exited the weapon blazing fire behind the bullet trails smashing into targets and catching them on fire. If the bullet didn't do the job they would be dead soon anyways and their corpses would burn the mansion to the foundation. She sprinted past them pushing one to the ground and released the spent clip, she wasn't worried about wasting ammo since she was trying to burn the place to the ground anyways to cover he tracks.

The empty P90 was placed back on her hip again and she came within eye sight of a group of men and the door she needed to enter. They were lined up waiting for her and opened fire the moment she cleared the corner. Her sword was redrawn and she continued forward light fluttered around her as the speed of her swinging the sword cutting down the bullets. The AVaSS helmet tracked the bullets the moment they left the gun allowing her to easily pinpoint where to cut next.

Once in range it was over. She cut through two of them in one slash and drover her left elbow into the third guy pushing his face through the wall. Then there was the gunshot from within the room, her shoulder smashed against the door breaking it down. Integra turned very fast but not nearly as fast as it took Jessica to clear the room. Integra was confused at why her pistol hadn't fired but the HUD tracked Integra's right arm hit the floor.

In one motion Jessica turned left drawing the sword with the momentum of her body in the same direction delivering a slash to Integra's chest that cut deep enough into her chest to sever all the main arteries leading to her lungs and body. It was over.

As Integra fell back into her chair she began coughing spitting up blood. Jessica sheathed her sword and walked to the desk opening her utility bag and pulled out a single imported cigar from the elven fields of elim. She placed it between Integra's lips who lifted her left arm and held it in place as Jessica grabbed the lighter from her bag and lit it.

"Mr. Harker would like you to enjoy to cigar.."

Integra took a long drag from it with difficulty considering her left lung was now full of blood. She lowered the cigar and placed her arm on the arm of the chair and leaned back blowing the smoke out calmly knowing it was the end and that there was no coming back from this.

"Harker is truly a bastard."

Her arm slid off the chair and she dropped the cigar to the floor. The leader of the Hellsing Organization was dead.

Jessica took out a glass vile about the size of a pack of gum and filled it with Integra's blood. She capped it off and placed it in her pack then moved away from the room back into the hallway. The HUD tracked the temperature of the building on one side she noted that the fire had began to spread and moved in the opposite direction then drove her body through a window on the far side of the hall.

[Elena]

The wound created by the bullet that blew right through Elena's forehead and out the back of her skull began to heal over but it left one hell of a headache. With the combination of that and the ringing in her ear from the earlier gunshot Elena was in for a rough night. Superhuman hearing was great until someone made a loud enough noise to nearly make you go deaf. The vampiress' eyes would see the whole building begin to burn down. Again. Why did they even bother to rebuild? Elena climbed up the wall and enter through the window, going over to the chair and turning it over to find Integra dead. Her main arteries severed. Never stood a chance.

Elena had lost her one chance at baiting out Sebastian. Looking over the body and the amounts of blood her nostrils began to flare. Not being able to hold back her urges, and noting the fact she was already dead, the vampire bit into her neck and began ridding the corpse of the remaining blood. If only she could see memories like the others then maybe she would at least have some clue as to who did this but it was not meant to be. Not that she cared at the moment. She was too lost in the blood lust.

[.:Amilia:.]

When Amilia arrived she noted Sazan as well only recognizing her from the few times they passed one another and the one time they trained together many months ago. She jumped off the last building and landed in the street and bolted for the gates where she delivered one swift and hard kick to them throwing them open. The mansion was blazing to the high heavens the Wild Geese and Iscariots were trying to put it out but with the entire city in a riot there would be no fire fighters this place was screwed.

"Sazan we need to get to Integra and secure her," Amilia said jumping to the side of the building then bounding upward with several jumps until she entered the office. Her eyes widened in horror.

[Ayen]

"Sazan we need to get to Integra and secure her."

“Agreed.”

Sazan followed suit, telling her men to stay out and secure the exits just in case the rioters decided to use this situation to their advantage. As she entered the burning building and reached Integra's office she too would look wide eyed at the bloodied chair and broken glass on the other end of the room. Sazan didn't want to believe it.

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A hard black boot punted the side of Elena's head forcing her off Integra's corpse as the last drop of blood passed through her lips. Maricul stood over her now, the pentagram on her throat having vanished and the wound carved there was already beginning to heal over. It was a bluff all along. Maricul and the other freaks were never in danger of being locked away in a dungeon solely by her death. Mari couldn't help but respect the woman for that where others would have simply despised her for it.

A howl and roar came from the burning building as the vampire freaks were all released. Led by Stryker and Jeeves who were the happiest of the freaks to be freed from Integra. They wanted revenge, they wanted to release their wrath upon the city they were forced to protect. They fought their way through the mages and then ran out into the city to being their wake of terror. Camp and Sharpshooter were the only ones to remain at Maricul's side. A look of shock crossing their features at the sight of Integra's now drained corpse.

“I can't believe it! Integra is dead!” said Camp.

“Did she do this?” asked Sharpshooter.

“Can't say and now that there's no blood we'll never know for sure. Either way...”

Maricul drew her scythe and took a step forward.

“I hope your body doesn't turn to ash because I want to stick your head on a stick when I'm done.”

[Elena]

Elena head popped, small drops of blood mixed with Integra's flew from her lips as she rolled across the ground. Stopping at her hands and feet and popping her head back into place before looking up at Maricul. She was afflicted with the plague too, just like everyone else. But that didn't do much to stop her determination in seeing to her death. Elena noticed the pentagram wound that was healing over as well. The Freaks of Hellsing was now freed to do as they pleased. Elena got up to a knee and then up to her feet as she began to walk away.

“I didn't kill her. I didn't!”

[.:Amilia:.]

Amilia's sword came free and stepped between Maricul and Elena. She looked at Sazan and tilted her head toward the fallen plagued vampire. Her eyes came back to Maricul and the rest of the vampires there was a tense moment before she would speak to them her stance was in the perfect position to cut down the first person to move forward at her.

"By the order of the Queen of the Throne of Hallowton the vampire is to be taken into custody and questioned about the murder of Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. If any of you wish to speak against this order please do, I dare you."

She looked to Sazan, "Can you handle securing the prisoner? We need to move Integra's body out of the building before the fire gets here as well. The Queen needs to hear about this."

[Ayen]

"Can you handle securing the prisoner? We need to move Integra's body out of the building before the fire gets here as well. The Queen needs to hear about this."

“Not a problem.”

Sazan walked pass the others and locked her eyes on Elena. Ready for her if she tried to escape, almost hoping that the vampire would try something so she could release some of her own anger and frustration over the situation at hand. But she would do nothing if not forced to act.

“If you are truly innocent then you will have no problem answering questions. Don't make things harder on yourself.”

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Maricul glared into the eyes of Amilia, her scythe still held steadily in her hand and ready to defend against a strike. But she had no beef with Amilia or the crown and it wasn't in either of their best interest to fight when there were bigger threats facing them. Like the plague, the rioters and now the vampire freaks. Maricul put away her scythe and stepped back.

“We're not your enemy.”

[sebastian]

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So... It was finally over... That was the main focus of his thoughts as he made his way through the shadowy paths of his realm, rushing to return to that Plague ridden city he had left not long ago. It had been so sudden, so unexpected... That sudden explosion of agony in the back of his left hand, pain which grew to a peak which even forced a snarl from his throat. Then the pain had faded rapidly, leaving nothing but a sense of a great burden being lifted from his shoulders. Freedom... It was a purr which rumbled in his throat then. Yes, there was that disappointment that he hadn't gotten his promised soul, and now... The demon was more ravenous than ever. But it was also a strange sense of relief; to be his own master once again. The Faustian Symbol was jet black upon his hand. Black, empty, lifeless once again. And so it would remain that way; dormant and unimportant... Until he decided to try his luck with another soul. And it would remain concealed behind the fabric of the glove.

The pathway opened as he entered the shadowy reflection of Hallowton within the Faustian Realm, and his eyebrows raised. There were more riots, chaos had the town trapped in an iron grip, there was fire and countless souls were fleeing in all directions. And it wasn't until he reached Hellsing Manor that his facial expression changed. It was more solemn, calm, and less insane. Hellsing's home was in ruins, and Integra herself was truly dead within its wall. How fitting... The demon stepped back into the world of reality, and sounds and smells swirled in around him. He couldn't care less about what exactly was going on here, Hallowton was unimportant. He had returned to this place for one purpose alone... To set eyes upon the fallen master. As he approached what was left of the residence, the crimson gaze was drawn to a single figure which flew out of a window; and landed not far from him. However, the butler wasted no time. He swept past the figure without sparing so much as a glance, but there was a very real threatening snarl which was directed at her as he passed. Why? Because he knew what had happened through the contract... So why didn't he kill her on the spot? Because he was more focused on seeing the body before the flames devoured it. He leaped into the air and would pass into the manor through the same way that vampire had broken out.



Once again... He stood within the familiar halls, though met with a rather disappointing sight at what it had become. There were familiar voices from the room which reeked of Integra's blood, and the demon felt that pang of starvation yet again. Blood scent of the master tended to cause such a reaction... It created an almost euphoric sense within the demon which so longed for that succulent tasty treat. But he had far more self control over such desires than others of his kind. Sebastian stepped soundlessly into the room; looking immaculate and pristine as usual. No dirt, no blood, no filth rested on his clothing or skin. So obviously unaffected by the Plague, and bearing not a single scratch from the conflicts outside. The crimson glance was cast around for a moment, fixing on those who remained in the office. He had to admit... Amilia was certainly far more impressive and an intimidating figure than she had been when he'd first met her along with Arix. Sazan hadn't changed much, and Maricul certainly looked the same; as did the other two freaks. There was that unfamiliar vampire as well, he spared that one no thought at all. But he did take careful notice that she too was infected with his plague.

There was little time to waste on pleasantries and greetings, however. Sebastian walked straight past them all, the highly polished shoes crunching over shards of broken glass as he approached the figure slumped in her chair. He would come to a halt once he stood before her, a rare glimpse of something which might have been true sorrow passing over those pale features. Integra was gone forever, one of the most interesting humans he'd ever come across. "My lord... Even in death, you emanate power... It's a shame you lost your best pawns, and now you have lost everything..." The voice was soft as he spoke, and he drew a soft white cloth from a chest pocket. He would wipe the blood from her face and mouth, fold it and return it to his pocket; and then raise the eye patch which concealed his secret. The Faustian Contract was still burned into her eye, as her soul had never been lost to the demon. With his back to the others, it was an easy matter for him rest a finger on the eye without the motion being seen, and the contract faded until no trace remained. He closed both of her eyes then, and lowered the eye patch back to its rightful position. "Truly, it was an honor to serve you for however brief a time..."

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Thoughts ► "Dead at last... Yet what a sorrowful one it was..."
Feelings ► Unsure

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Muse ► Good
Tags ► Integra, Maricul, freaks, Sazan, Amilia, Jessica, Elena.
Notes ► None
Music ► Kagayaku Soro no Shijima ni wa
Credits ► Aurion!

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[Elena]

Elena watched as Amilia stood in the way of Maricul and the other freaks present in the office. Honestly surprised that she was bothering to keep her alive after what she just witnessed. The horrible sight of a vampire defiling a corpse by drinking its blood. But when she spoke it all made sense. They intended to take her prisoner, to question her. Elena weighed her options, making eye contact with Sazan now who attempted reason. Elena wasn't sure what to do. She didn't know just what kind of people they were. Would they believe what she said? Would they free her if she was found innocent? Should she risk it? Should she risk trying to escape? Elena took a slow step back, positioning herself perfectly to make a lunge out of the window. Keeping her eyes on her surroundings and the people in the room. Not just her eyes but all of her senses.

“I didn't kill her. She was dead when I got here. As you plainly all saw I couldn't hold myself back from drinking what was left. I didn't see the person who killed her.”

After that the last man she expected to just appear did so. Sebastian. Elena recognized him solely on scent alone. He couldn't have chosen a worse time to appear for her. No way could she question him on how to cure this plague with all these people here. Elena could only growl as she stared at the demon butler with contempt.

[.:Amilia:.]

Good things were going to go more smoothly than before. She sheathed her sword around the same time Sebastian entered the room. After a few moments of allowing him to pay his respects for his master she walked alongside him and put her hand on his shoulder she wasn't sure if the demon could feel sadness but she knew everyone felt the loss.

"I'm sorry Sebastian," she simply said removing her hand and looking back at the open door watching the orange glow of the flames coming further down the hall, "We need to get her out of here."

The smoke was indeed entering the room rather quickly as the fire was spreading toward them. With all the hoses and buckets of water the Iscariot and Hellsing forces couldn't hold the fire at bay without proper equipment that they lacked currently. The losing fight was given up on as they all pulled back to watch.

[nightarcher]

As he watched the events between the rioters and the cities guard in the street below, Helios was actually surprised by what the rioter did, and had no idea how he did it. In an instant, instead of watching hell break loose in a city, he was back in a cave, watching as the old shadow dragon and two pure white ice dragons fought with a pair of gold dragons. The Shadow dragon turned his attention to where he was setting as the burning blood of the golds spilled ad started advancing. A Nightmare the Gold dragon used to have was playing in front of his eyes.

The illusion did not last long though as after a moment Helios fought back. He was not there to watch this, and the shadow dragon was dead, by his own claws. That knowledge allowed him to push the false Nightmare away in time to see the guard leader had broken out as well as she held a weapon to the Rioter's throat. “That was interesting. Inducing a Nightmare with those words alone?”

Unfortunately, Helios had no time to ponder that odd power as more trouble began with the loud gunfire from a mansion in a different part of the city. “So much happening, I wish I had more eyes to see it all.” Helios mumbled before he watched the Guard leader start off in a rush, quickly ascending to the rooftops and then heading in that direction. “Hmm, that may be where the bigger events are taking place.”

Quickly molding his spell that made his human form, Helios had the golden wings again and took to the air to soar over the gaps between the buildings, following the Guard leader.

He was too late to see anything more than watch the gathering of people around a body through the windows, perching on the nearest high vantage point he could find in view. From there he could tell most of them were vampires, the teeth when they spoke were dead giveaways. Though the female one that was no pinned by another had been drinking the blood from a dead body, that was an even bigger clue to her species. He loved being a dragon at times like these as he could hear the conversation from his perch as if they were all whispering in his ears. Apparently none of them knew the identity of the killer. There were too many of them in the room to be able to identify a scent either. At least not without smelling each of them separately and then smelling around the room. The fire spreading through the mansion would make that impossible in minutes as well.

“Like that will happen. Really too bad I don't have more eyes, would be interesting to know who killed that woman if she is as powerful as they all seem to be saying she is.” he muttered, ignoring the monsters escaping the mansion. They were not interesting, and he could continue to ignore them unless they came after him. No, he was going to follow, watch and observe what was going to happen. This was getting interesting.