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Epilogue

War anew

The screams of the dying could be heard through the night, pleas for their life echoing through the burning streets as people ran, crawled, or begged if they could no longer move. Gunfire could be heard, along with the sound of explosions that tore buildings in half, shredded the pavement and turned the people around the area of detonation to bloody smears or for those unlucky enough, to screaming human torches. Blood flowed in rivers from the corpses of the former inhabitants, creating puddles of crimson liquid here and there.

Cackles could be heard as a group of young women wearing black uniforms tore apart a group of policemen who had been trying to protect some civilians, using claws and swords. Some of them then straddled the corpses and the dying, sucking what was left of blood out of them. These were the Valkyries, the only female-only task force of Höllenhund. On their left breast they all wore an engraved, silvery depiction of a snarling black dog with glowing red eyes. Depending on the woman, they wore pants or shirt skirts and black leggings, their uniforms designed to allow for maximum freedom of movement.

The leader of the group was a mocha-skinned woman, with oddly colored, silvery-white hair and piercing eyes where a malevolent glee could be seen as she surveyed the area. A giant zweihander was planted into the ground, her two hands holding the handle, ready to use it at a moment's notice. Her own uniform was made of black pants, black combat boots with steel tips, the same top than her subordinates, although above the symbol of their organization, she wore a the gallons of a Lieutenant.

Freya, as she wanted to be called, had not always been the confident woman she was now. She was born somewhere in India from an Indian woman and a white father, who upon learning he had a daughter, had abandoned the both of them. Her mother had struggled to raise her, taking all jobs she could find, even the less savory kind, so long as it brought money that she could use on her daughter. She remembered seeing her mother wither away day after day, until she was a shell of her former self, someone who no longer had the will to live. She had eventually died when Freya was fourteen, condemning her daughter to what would have been a very harsh life had it not been for her benefactor.

He had found her as she tried to steal some food to feed herself, dressed in rags, but instead of a look of distaste as she had expected at the time, he had taken her hand and bought her food. He had then explained to her that he was looking for people like her, who knew how harsh life could be, who would fight for their right to live. She had been naive then, desperate for someone to help her, and had readily accepted his offer after he promised her that she would be given everything she could wish for.

She had never regretted her choice. From that day on, she had been tutored, trained, her body brought to peak efficiency by the people in Höllenhund. When her benefactor had finally explained to her everything, his goals and objectives, she had been awed. For a girl like her, whose sole ambition had been to be able to live her life moderately well, to be offered to be a part of something greater, she had readily accepted. Why wouldn't she? She owed nothing to mankind, most people were happy to ignore her, the only person who had ever done anything for her was long dead, and more often than not she had been afraid of ending raped in a sordid back alley.

When she had woken up as a vampire, she had been elated, transfixed by her new power. For someone who had been no stranger to physical labor as a child, to feel so much power coursing through her body was staggering, not to speak of her new abilities. Never in all her life had she thought that she, the girl born in poverty and misery, would ever have so much power under her command. It had of course taken her a little while to adjust, as while her more esoteric abilities were things she could control, her increased strength and speed had not been, and she had learnt to be careful to not accidentally destroy things by mistake.

Her nomination to Lieutenant had come as something of a shock to her, as while she had known that she was powerful, she had never realized that she was more powerful than most other artificial vampires. That, and her power was complimented with a sharp mind, while she was also a gifted swordswoman and fighter, or so she had been told, which had made her the ideal candidate for the rank.

She had beamed at her benefactor as he gave her, her new gallons, and had resolved to do her very best to repay him for what he had done for her. Sure, as everyone in Höllenhund, she was aware of what his goal was, and while some were slightly uneasy at the idea of following a man who wanted to wage war on mankind and eradicate a large part of the global population, she was not. She had seen what happened when there was too much people for a set amount of resources, and it wasn't pretty.

She was brought back to reality when her second-in-command, a tall, black-haired woman wielding twin European swords, dropped next to her, her mouth still bloody. Hel, as she had chosen to name herself, despite being a very good leader, was also a very bloodthirsty and deranged individual, but she had never had any problems with her.

"Not eating a bit?" asked the swordswoman, as she looked at the destruction they were causing. The town they were currently attacking was situated in France, where exactly they didn't care much, but from what she remembered, they were somewhere close to the sea, not that it really mattered.

"I am not hungry." was Freya's answer.

"Too bad..." shrugged Hel, and she was about to continue when she suddenly ducked, just in time to avoid getting her head blown off.

Immediately, the Valkyries stopped what they were doing and regrouped, drawing their weapons and looking for the threat, that they were quick to find.

Standing atop a building was a tall blonde woman, wearing crimson entirely, with an extremely large gun pointed at them. One of her arms was a writhing mass of darkness, and even from where they were could they sense the power radiating from her. Of course, considering that they had been briefed on just who could be a threat to them, they knew who said woman was.

Seras Victoria, the only one to ever have been bitten by Dracula himself, and had then become one of the most powerful Draculinas ever seen, despite still being bound to her Master. An expert in eliminating vampires, and a powerful one herself, responsible for destroying nearly sixty percent of the British vampire clans when said clans had begun launching attacks on non-magicals.

Freya snarled. Whenever her benefactor spoke about this woman, it was always with a certain fondness, as well as profound respect. She had hated the woman from the beginning, for getting more interest from her boss than her, despite her best efforts. She craved his interest, and yet a traitor to their species gathered more attention and respect from him than she ever did, and she hated that fact. The fact that he was also very close to Rip Van Winkle didn't truly matter to her, she rather liked the older woman, and at least she didn't mind sharing, nor was she working as a simple lapdog for humans. But Seras Victoria was a traitor, a lapdog who hunted her own kind out of some stupid sense of right and wrong.

Oh yes, she was going to enjoy fighting the bitch. Lifting her sword, she roared:

"ATTACK!"

-Break-

Harry grinned as he closed his eyes and basked in the darkness coming from the town. He had grown much in the last thirty years, not so much in appearance, as he still favored his teenage looks, but in skill and power. Before the attack on London, he had already been quite powerful for a vampire, ridiculously so for one so young, but now he was probably among the most powerful beings on Earth, if not the most powerful. With Voldemort's knowledge of the Dark Arts, it had been ridiculously easy to find ways to empower himself. To a human, these ways would have caused grievous aftereffects, such as physical deformity, mood shifts or even madness, but as a vampire, his entire being was already steeped in darkness, as such there were no consequences for him.

He had performed Dark rituals that had gifted him with abilities long forgotten, leeched power from leylines to forcefully expand his reserves of power, devoured countless people to absorb their souls, and so much more. Things that were unthinkable for him to even attempt before were now commanded with a lazy snap of his fingers, feats of magic that would have left him a dried husk barely took a drop of his power to perform.

Yet, despite all his self-strengthening, he had not neglected his goal, and had created Höllenhund, Hell Hound, his own organization. Unlike Millennium, which had been dedicated solely to taking revenge on Alucard, it was geared on waging war on the entirety of mankind, a feat made possible by the increased level of technology, as well as the liberal use of magic. Not only did he have a large number of troops that he and others had recruited from backgrounds ensuring both their loyalty and their willingness to collaborate to their goal, but he also owned several groups of tanks, destroyers, and combat planes. Each of the vehicles had gotten numerous enhancement through the use of magic, making each virtually indestructible, easy to camouflage, and much more powerful than their standard counterparts.

A single tank could now take out an entire town by itself, destroyers could sink flotillas easily, and combat airplanes could outmaneuver and overpower virtually anything thrown at them. Of course, all of Höllenhund's recruits' weapons had benefitted from magical improvements as well, this coupled with their harsh training made them a force to be reckoned with, even if the total troops of the organization numbered barely above ten thousand.

A cold hand softly trailed on his shoulder, and he smirked as Rip hugged him from behind. Even if he still didn't understand love, he could say that he liked the woman more than anyone else. She had been a constant companion over the last thirty years, and a permanent bed partner as well. Even if the occasional fling with a recruit happened from time to time, at the end she was always the one sharing his bed.

"Ready?" he asked, knowing that she would understand what he meant. She always did.

"As ready as I can, Harry." was her answer, though he could sense that she was slightly apprehensive.

After all, they had launched this attack knowing full well that Hellsing would intervene. While France wasn't their usual playground, thanks to the creation of the EU, things like borders had lost quite some meaning, especially when it came to fighting vampires, as Britain now lent a hand to the other European countries with their vampire problems whenever the Vatican couldn't make it in time. It had been the whole point of choosing a target so close to England, after all, to lure Hellsing there. The Vatican, despite what they thought, were little of a threat to them as things were, since they were still recovering from their failed tenth crusade, and lacked any aces that could put a wrench in his plans.

Hellsing though, they had both Seras, and now, from what his spies had gathered, Alucard as well. It seemed that the No-Life King had finally managed to find a way back from Limbo, though in exchange he had lost quite a few powers. Now that he only had a single soul in his reservoir, he couldn't let out waves of undead like he had three decades ago. Of course, it was a fair tradeoff to get omnipresence as an ability, but still.

Opening his eyes, he stared at the two figures that had emerged from the town. Integra Hellsing had grown old, though she had aged far better than most women, her whole posture still as alert and dangerous than thirty years ago. She now wore an eye patch to hide her destroyed eye, and it gave her a more intimidating air.

Alucard hadn't changed, and was wearing his customary crimson coat, though his guns were different from what he remembered, though that was certainly due to the fact that his former guns had been created by Walter, and were now outdated.

"Potter." greeted the one-eyed woman, holding a sword to her side, a gun in her other hand.

"Integra. Alucard." he nodded, before looking at the blonde. "I'm surprised you're on the battlefield, considering you're the Head of Hellsing, and that we're not even in England."

She shrugged, blowing some smoke from her mouth.

"Eh, not much more to do for me now, they've picked a replacement in case I kick the bucket, so it's not like I can't take some calculated risks. Besides, this is something between you and us, isn't it?"

"Too true. Rip, you take Integra, I take Alucard." he simply said. Why would he need to say more? They were enemies, that was all there was to it. They didn't need any long-drawn conversations or anything like that.

Mismatched eyes stared into dark crimson, and deep blue met turquoise and blue.

Harry shot at Alucard in a blur, closing the distance between them faster than the older vampire could blink, before his arm shot and pierced the man's abdomen, seeking his heart, only for Alucard to disappear and for him to duck a point-blank shot that would have taken his head off. He might be confident in his regenerative abilities, that didn't mean he liked the pain of feeling his head explode.

Twitching his fingers, he conjured a simple iron blade and sliced the crimson-clad vampire's arm off, as he jumped back to avoid a kick that would have shattered his knees. Pushing an arm forward, he watched as Alucard was sent flying into a building, the force of the Blasting Hex making it crumble on top of his opponent. Unfortunately, he had to lean back to avoid another shot from his foe, who had reappeared a few feet away from him with an amused and feral grin on his face.

It wasn't half as irritating when it was Schrödinger who did that...

Of course, he had ways to deal with that kind of power, unfortunately most them relied either on ritual circles that he wouldn't have the time to draw, or on ridiculously complicated spells that would take much too long to cast.

Oh, to Hell with this!

"Having trouble?" grinned the elder vampire, as his arms shifted and became two large, dark, snarling dog-like heads with multiple eyes staring at him.

Immediately, he summoned Fiendfyre, just in time to avoid having his head bitten off by the demonic familiar, who upon making contact with the fire, howled in pain as it burnt. His smirk was wiped off when his left shoulder exploded, drawing a scream of pain from him, Alucard having used his familiar as a mere distraction. Darkness coalesced and he flexed his new arm, as good as new, before lifting said arm and creating hundreds of flying wooden stakes that flew at his opponent who was no longer smirking. Omnipresent or not, a wooden stake to the heart would cause unimaginable pain to a vampire, worse than the Cruciatus curse, and also took far longer to heal than a normal injury.

He had to duck as the barrel of a canon appeared inches away from his face, the bullet grazing the right size of his face and creating a hole in the ground behind him. Grabbing the hand holding the gun, he placed a hand, palm open, on Alucard's stomach, and channeled a flesh-eating curse into the elder vampire. While his regeneration would eventually get rid of the curse, it would take him a few minutes to do, minutes during which almost all of his energy would be spent containing the decay of his body and regenerate what had rotten. He then blinked and looked down at the gun on his stomach.

"Oh sh-..." he muttered, just as an explosive round destroyed most of his internal organs, muscles, a part of his spine and basically cut him in two, causing his top half to fall on the ground during the time it took for tendrils of darkness to spring from both parts of his body and connect them again, re-growing his insides.

While he was regenerating, he watched as Alucard took a few steps back as he held his stomach with a grimace. Having the feeling that your body was rotting from the inside out wasn't very pleasant, after all, and while he had plenty of experience getting cut, stabbed, dismembered or shot, Harry doubted that he had experienced having his insides starting to undergo necrosis while he was still conscious. Still, he was having fun, though he was actually going easy on Alucard. Unfortunately, he couldn't exactly use his more powerful spells or abilities, since it would do him little good, as since his opponent was omnipresent, he would simply reappear in perfect condition no matter what he did.

Deciding that he had played around enough, he discreetly channeled his magic to create small shadowy creatures that he imbued with strong notice-me-not charms as he sent them to complete the task which they had been created for.

Turning back to Alucard, he prepared himself for another round.

-Break-

An exhausted Harry sat on the head of a destroyed statue, a cigarette in hand as he blew out a cloud of smoke. He had finally managed to get rid of Alucard, but damn had it been hard! He had had to create a ritual circle without the vampire noticing, then lure said vampire inside, keep him there for the entire duration of the ritual, pour enough power in said ritual to forcefully overpower an ancient and extremely powerful vampire, and finally win a battle of wills with said vampire as he was slowly snuffed out of existence. That had certainly been the hardest thing he had ever done, and it had taken its' toll on him, mentally at least. It would be a while before he would be able to properly concentrate on things without feeling the phantom pain of mental fingers gripping his mind in a bid to force him to stop the ritual.

Next to him, Rip was sitting as well, her clothes rustled and at some places cut off, her musket next to her as she breathed heavily. He was honestly surprised that Integra had managed to give so much trouble to the vampire, after all she was human, and past her prime, yet had still managed to cause some serious damage to Rip. It was only because he had used his knowledge in magic to make her more resistant than normal vampires that she had escaped unscathed, otherwise she would be missing a few limbs permanently.

He had also received word that Seras had been defeated as well, easier than her Master at least. After all, all his forces had had to do, was to kill her enough time to have her exhaust her reservoir of souls, and considering her kind nature, he had doubted that she would have much, and he hadn't been wrong. Still, she had cost him a good sixty percent of the Valkyries, as well as a few other units, which was more than what he had expected. Even if his foot soldiers weren't as powerful as him, they were no slouches either, yet Seras had managed to kill quite a few of them. Oh well. She was dead, it was all that mattered, though he would make sure that all three of Hellsing's top dogs were properly honored, as they had been interesting foes.

The sound of a helicopter made him frown and look up. Last he remembered, he did not own any helicopters, he didn't need them. So it wasn't much of a surprise when said helicopter sent a few missiles his way. With a lazy wave of his hand, said missiles were sent back to the helicopter, which exploded and then proceeded to crash somewhere to his right. Harry couldn't help it, he snickered, his snickers soon turning to a full-blown laugh. It was just so easy to crush humans, just like stepping on some ants! Now that he had dealt with Hellsing, he didn't have to worry about anything, the Vatican were still far too weak to even oppose his army, and a good bombing should be more than enough to deal with most of their forces.

Nuclear warfare? What good would it do to the world's leaders, since all of his forces could use portkeys to change locations as soon as missiles started homing on their position? And even if his army was low in numbers compared to the combined might of the entire world's military, by the time the leaders finally managed to work together, they would have lost already. And even then, if by some miracle they somehow managed to be a threat to him, he would simply kill them or use their families against them.

Standing up, he sent a pulse of Dark Magic, a signal to his forces that they could gather in front of him. Soon, dark silhouettes landed, forming rows of people with glowing red eyes. They were everywhere, in the streets, standing on the rubble, on the surrounding buildings, covering the rooftops, some were even standing on the walls of the few buildings that hadn't yet collapsed. All of them were his subordinates, fanatically loyal and trained to be the ultimate killing machines on Earth.

"Tonight," he started, his voice carrying an undeniable authority through the night, "we have taken the first step towards our goal. Tonight, we had shown mankind that humans are not the ultimate power on Earth. Tonight, we have written history!

All of you were in one way or another, victims of mankind. You were poor, people stepped all over you because you didn't deserve their attention. You were sick, you weren't anything to society. NO MORE! Tonight, you have shown the world that you are more than they will ever be, that you are greater than any human will ever hope to be!

From now on, mankind will fear us! They will fear the dark, for they will know that one day we will come for them! This is the start of a new era, one that will see all of you taking your rightful place, the one you were denied for so long!" he finished with a flourish, and he was rewarded when screams of "Heil Potter!" started, soon all the vampire present were chanting.

"Heil Potter!"

He grinned, standing atop a pile of rubble, Rip standing next to him with a grin as she held her musket. The sky was clear, and a large, full moon that looked as if it had been dyed crimson could be seen, its' light basking everything in an ethereal glow.

"Heil! Heil! Heil"

A sadistic grin made its' way on his face. After so long, he was finally going to be able to get his revenge on mankind.

And this is the end of Monsters and Humans. I want to thank all those that followed, favorited, or reviewed this story. Thanks everyone!

For those who want to know about when the next chapter of the Bloody Ashikabi will be out, I'd say tomorrow or the day after that at most.