The Hive world Britain, named after one of the great countries of Terra Prime, floated on the edge of imperial space and thus was prone to invasion and rebellion but for one obstacle.

The planet's Governor, Van Helsing, The Governor was as kind to his allies as he was cruel to his enemies, as opposed to most of his rank within the imperium.

It is said that in times of crisis, Governor Helsing wielded a secret weapon of terrible power, but the identity of this weapon followed him to his deathbed, to be given to but a single individual, his granddaughter, and replacement as Governor, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Helsing.

Chapter 1: A Deal With The Devil

The sounds of her hastened footfalls were deafened by the beating of her heart, she dared not look back as it would only slow her down.

Not even a day had past since her grandfather had been laid to rest and now Integra's uncle sought to insure she had an accident that would place him in the Governor's chair.

Integra ran as fast as legs could carry her, down every flight of stairs, her goal a celler containing her grandfather's weapon, of this weapon, she was told it's location and never to use it unless there were no other choice, nothing more.

She came to the celler door and threw it open, running inside without hesitation... until she saw it.

The room was empty but for one item, a sarcophagus bound in chains, radiating dread.

The child took a step back, her every instinct telling to run from this place and never return.

"There you are Integra." The young Governess whirled around in shock, her uncle had caught up with her, flanked by imperial guardsmen that he had no doubt bribed, and aiming a pistol at her.

"Nothing personal my dear, but you were given what was rightfully mine." with this empty apology and a sadistic grin, her uncle pulled the trigger.

Integra screamed in pain as the bullet tore through her, it was an ordinary pistol rather than a laspistol, and the blood spatter made it evident.

"Oh, what a shame, I had hoped you wouldn't have to suffer too greatly, ah well, I'll end it with this one for sure." Her uncle leveled his weapon again.

Integra's mind ran free, she thought of her uncle's treachery, they had never been close, but to think he would do this to his own blood for the sake of status.

And the imperials behind them, they were supposed to punish traitors like him, instead they joined him, Why?

Because it didn't matter, that's why. The imperium of man had rotted, the God-Emperor was dead, the inquisition ruled in his name, and they were as power-mad as Integra's uncle.

"It isn't right.." the child thought to herself as she awaited death. "Damn the inquisition, Damn the imperium, and damn the emperor that allowed this to happen.. THIS ISN'T RIGHT!!"

"Life seldom is..."

Integra's eyes flew open at the sound of the voice echoing in her mind and she realized that her uncle was lowering his weapon, staring in fear at something behind her.

Integra turned to see that the sarcophagus was glowing a pinkish red, her blood had stained it when she was shot before, and now it was soaking up the blood like a sponge.

When the last drop of blood disappeared, the glowing stopped, then the sarcophagus lid exploded from its perch, flattening one of the corrupt guardsmen, his companion took in the shock before and aiming his weapon at whatever was in sarcophagus, but when he saw it, he dropped his weapon... took a step back... and ran for the stairs.

A horrendous noise like the clap of thunder from a warp storm came from the sarcophagus followed by a scream from the guardsman who fell dead upon the stairs, a large gaping hole within his body.

Integra and her uncle only knew one weapon capable of such power, a bolter pistol.

That's when he emerged.

His footfalls breaking the floor as he exited the sarcophagus, Integra beheld the sight of an 8 foot monstrosity, clad in crimson power armor, wielding the bolter pistol that slew the guardsman in his left hand, and a 4 bladed battle ax in his right.

But the most distinguishing factor about this monster was the insignia on his right shoulder, the image of Terra Prime locked in a set of demonic jaws.

Her grandfather's secret weapon that had defended Britain from the enemies of man had been the most feared enemy of them all, a chaos lord of the World Eaters legion.

"By the emperor." Integra whispered to herself as she watched the traitor marine walk to her uncle who had been paralyzed by fear and behead him with his ax.

"Heh, not even worthy of the skull throne." The astartes said before crushing the severed head beneath his boot and grinding it beneath his heel, as though squashing an insect.

Then he turned to Integra, the child did her best to hide her fright as the chaos lord walked toward her, but could do nothing to hide her shock when the hulking horror kneeled to her.

Integra knew that this monster in the sarcophagus was the weapon her grandfather used to protect Britain, but she could only comprehend him slaughtering their enemies in a berserker rage, their allies waiting to subdue him after the battle had been won, unlikely as it was it made more sense than a chaos lord serving a hive world governor, and if her grandfather had some means of forcing his service, why did he kneel to her, did he not know of her grandfather's passing.

"I sensed his death as I slept."

Integra wasn't as surprised the second time, but she still found it unnerving to hear his voice in her head, although she found his voice itself unnerving.

While most chaos lords sounded like snarling beasts, there were some, such as Eliphas the Inheritor and, evidently this one, who had voices like poisoned wine, as pleasent as they were terrifying to take in.

"And I serve the Helsing line for my own purposes." The traitor explained to the girl.

Integra picked herself up, gripping her injury to prevent further blood loss, she had countless questions as to why a chaos lord would, or even could serve her, but it didn't matter now. She needed medical attention, but first she would mind her manners and ask the most important question at the current moment. "What is your name, heretic."

"I did not have one when your grandfather asked me, so he gave me one, my name is Alucard." He answered with a smile.

Author's note First, I will address the one thing Hellsing fans are going to rage about more than anything else.

I'm sorry but in the 40Kverse, Alucard's trademark antifreak pistols are little more than BB guns, as for why I gave him Crull's armaments, I feel they were underused... THAT AX IS SO FUCKING COOL!!!

But don't worry, I do plan to answer the questions as to Alucard's orgins and why it's for a servant of the blood god to protect the hive world of Britain.