Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail or Hellsing. Both series are owned by Hiro Mashima and Hirano Kouta respectively.

He had never been a very religious man despite his many encounters with the undead, the holy and the unholy. Death, to him, was the end. Undeath was just another fancy word to label near dead people with. People who had died in every sense of the word except for the most important part, the brain. Reanimate that body and give it a few enhancements and you can apparently call yourself undead. Blissfully ignoring the fact that people who have fully and truly died have never been brought back in any form, shape or fashion.

Alucard being the only odd one out, although it could be speculated that he had gained his first sip of blood and his first reawakening as a vampire right before he 'died' for the first time instead of afterwards. But only Alucard would know that and the slave dog shaped man wasn't known to reminisce on his distant past.

It seemed now however that the Vatican might not have been as blind as they appeared to be.

Walter C. Dornez was dead. Regressing in age so far that his bone structure, muscle fibers and organs regressed to the infant stage unable to keep him alive and functioning. Burned alive by the fires of the war blimp fueled by the many tomes of research and other flammable objects inside of the doctor's lab. Crushed by the heavy steal beams that formed the skeleton of the flying war machine. He couldn't have survived, nor did he expect to.

But the lack of any pain, the cool artificial air and the feeling of weightlessness in an unknown liquid spoke of a different fate.

Was this the afterlife or had the doctor made a clone of himself beforehand and taken his remains to further experiment on? The man had made Schrodinger so anything and everything was possible from that point on.

It didn't look to be the doctor though. The man in front of him had long white hair and a long white beard. He was far more muscled than the skeletal doctor ever could be and the odd dark purple glow that wafted from him and his one red eye spoke of something inhuman more akin to Alucard's red miasma of death.

It was doing something to his body. Something that felt similar and yet very different than the vampirification he had hastily undergone.

It didn't take much longer before the man was satisfied and the purple glow vanished, his red eye now hidden behind an eyepatch.

The water receded, sucked downwards and Walter gained the ability to hear once more.

"-inally a successful demon. Not created from nothing like the books of Zeref describe but using a human frame as the basis leads to a more mentally stable demon anyway. I am one step closer to becoming a demon myself and attaining the one magic."

The man was monologuing or maybe taking mental notes on his first successful demon. Demon, likely a more intimidating version for the word vampire. Which was odd since Walter was supposed to already be one, had his regression in age taken away his vampire state as well?

As the tank slowly opened and the oxygen mask unclasped itself Walter took stock of his surroundings.

A lab of some sort, less advanced then the previous one that he died in. The standard equipment for a lab was strewn about everywhere with the only thing standing out being a large tome standing on a pedestal that read "The Book Of Zeref: Reconstructed Edition #8".

"Stand before me my demon and state your name."

The man in front of him spoke, arms crossed and head tilted backwards so he could look even further down on the already smaller Maxwell.

Maxwell, an unremarkable man in his twenty's who was abducted along with the rest of his village by Grimoire Heart for experimentation and demonification.

A man who looked like the spitting image of Walter himself at that age.

Why did he have memories of a different person, in a land that neither looked nor functioned like anything else on earth?

What in the world had the doctor done to him?

"I am your creator and master, Hades, and I command you to bow and answer. Who are you and what do you remember?"

A sudden pressure filled the room, dark and dangerous, clearly exuded by Hades.

He had felt this kind of pressure before from Alucard when he still worked with the monster. Interesting then that he didn't feel intimidated or out of his league in the least.

It would take some time to sift through the memories of the late Maxwell but one memory was clear in his mind.

The boy had always held a dream to use magic ever since he heard that he was one of the few capable of using the power.

This demonification didn't do anything to diminish that power it seemed. Quite the opposite.

Hades meanwhile was losing his patience with his first successful demon. Did the runt not remember anything about his past life or was it not as mentally stable as he had hoped it to be.

Useless test subjects. Hades raised an arm with one finger pointing at Walter's right shoulder as purple bullet magic lighted the room. Maybe a burst of pain would jog its memory?

"I am Walter C. Dornez,-"

Walter raised his head to meet the eye of the clearly surprised Hades. Blue light glinted from the wires that danced in the air offset by the red liquid droplets from Hades now severed finger.

"-and I am quite done with taking orders."

A graceful twist of his arm and the wires previously coiled around Hades neck followed the same movement albeit less gracefully.

Skin shredded, muscles severed and flesh constricted until it tore itself apart as Hades neck exploded in a sea of gore.

The wires disappeared again in thin air as fast as they had appeared leaving Hades to fall down as blood continued to gush out of the hole where his neck used to be. The head still connected by an unmarred spine.

Good, his control over his wires was still as perfect as it had been back in his prime.

He didn't really know Hades but the man wanted to control him and Walter was done with being a puppet for others. Besides it was revenge for the late Maxwell if nothing else, the least he could do for the boy.

Steady clicks resounded on the metal surface of the floor as Walter moved for the nearby window on the other side of the room.

Oddly enough clouds were what greeted him and an incomplete view of the airship that he currently resided in.

To die on a blimp and come back in one to. Irony.

There was no point in making a ruckus and fighting more enemies than need be especially since he had no idea what else resided on this plane or what was considered powerful. For all he knew the scientist Hades could have been a mere lackey even though held had the aura and pride of a tyrant.

One strand of wire snaked its way through the air connecting itself to a rectangular handheld mirror and bringing it back for Walter to inspect himself with.

He really did look exactly like he did back in his twenty's. That couldn't be coincidence. Something more was at work here.

Yet, for the life of him he couldn't be bothered by it. He had wasted his life away once trying to shine as the main hero on the stage of life. He would deal with whatever had brought him here later on if it deigned to show itself.

His eyes turned colder at the thought of that. Emotion entering them for the first time instead of the constant cool and collected gaze he usually held.

No, no more plotting and useless fighting like last time.

In hindsight his time as a butler for the Hellsing estate was by far the best time of his life. As a child he would have chosen his career as the angel of death but killing wave after wave of monsters only led to either boredom or frustration and obsession when you were bested by another. Like what had happened after his acquaintance with Alucard.

If their was one thing that Walter wasn't than it was a mindless soldier who carried one mindset and blindly sticks with it like those Christian zealots of the Vatican.

A change was in order.

First he'd need more information on what he now was (a demon of all things) and where he would go after this.

Clothes too come to think of it.

A minute passed and one of the tripwires Walter had placed in the hallway snapped.

'Time to leave then.'

Walter stood with Hades his (too large) attire in front of the mirror gazing outwards at the land below. One large tome beneath one arm and the other holding a vial with a lone eye drifting in the preservative liquid inside.

A last look back at the naked and now headless man known as Hades, a symphony of wires and an explosion of glass and Walter was nowhere to be found.

XXX

A dusty, half collapsed and nigh unlivable bar was what currently held Walter's interest.

Maxwell had one uncle who was the owner of a shoddy bar for over 10 years before it was shutdown after several bets gone wrong put him in substantial debt. Maxwell and his uncle Frank had always been good friends and Frank had even promised to pay of his debts, restore the bar to its former (not so impressive) glory and open it back up with Maxwell as the bartender.

The man died 2 years later, shot in the back of the head by the debt collectors.

The bar was a mess now but it was inherited by him and after the destruction of his home town and everything he owned, this was all Maxwell had to offer.

And it was perfect.

It would take some work but Walter had made more complex and time consuming constructions in his life then the repair of a local bar.

He would transform it into a pub named Hellsing.

Walter took a drag on his newly acquired/stolen cigarette like he had done so many times before. Damn him if he would stop smoking just because he had a second chance in life.

Hellsing, in name of his life regret and biggest mistake. Made in blind hatred for that monster Alucard.

There was no need for the angel of death this time. He wanted to live a normal life. To grow old again and be damn proud of it this time around.

He was strong enough to easily protect himself and his bar. The rest of the world just had to take care of itself. There were other heroes here no doubt.

Guilds they were called if he remembered right.

He moved for the door to start renovations and begin his new quite life in quaint little Magnolia town.

How much trouble could he possibly attract here?

I'm gonna start this one off as a one shot but I might come back to it since it does have some potential for a few follow up chapters.

This is the second fic I've written so tell me if you liked it/didn't like it and if you want me to continue this fic.

Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.