The moonlight shined faintly on a grassy plain, just outside Lastation's borders. It was one of the rare areas where monsters didn't wander, and was undisturbed by human activity. That is why no one was witness to the phenomenon that would occur. The wind shifted as two glowing lines, one overlapping the other, sliced the fabric of time and space, before it split open like a torn fabric. A moment later, a figure stepped through the portal, a broad shouldered man wearing a grey, long sleeved shirt beneath a black vest, as well a maroon ascot and black slacks. His hair was white as snow, with some lining his cheeks, giving him a somewhat wild appearance, with silver/grey eyes, and a pair of earrings on his left ear.

This was Mundez, the younger brother of Hell's greatest enemy. As he took his first few steps onto this world's grass, it took all of his willpower to not turn around, but he 'was' able to speak.

"Fortune upon you brother. The world is under your protection now. Once again, 'you' get the reward.'"

A moment of silence passed, before he heard the voice of his older brother, Sparda. "Mundez, please forgive me. You have suffered greatly...and if I could..."

"Sparda, should we ever meet again...I will make you suffer. So pray that we don't."

Another moment of silence passed, before Sparda said, "Mundez...I wish you well."

Mundez didn't respond, simply looking down at the bundle he held in his arm with a warmth uncommon amongst demons. And why wouldn't he? It was his child...his last connection to Naomi.

With that last statement, Mundez heard the portal slowly dissolve behind him, the light from the tear disappearing and leaving him alone in the field, his left hand carrying his still sleeping son, his right carrying his infamous sword, Hellsing. Looking up, the man saw the faint lights of civilization, and began his long trek forward. The next few weeks were going to be hectic, but... losing his friend/former lover Sayaka, his wife Naomi, his son and daughter...

Mundez felt his shoulders quiver as the tears threatened to fall. Sparda's goal was noble, but Mundez wished he could turn back time...just this once. It had taken everything he had to not 'kill' Sparda, who made him lose everything.

No...not everything. The light snores of the infant he held reminded him that he still had someone left.

One Year Later

"That wasn't too bad, I suppose. At least our food costs will remain...manageable." Mundez trailed off as he saw the young teenaged babysitter he'd hired, cowering behind the sofa of the living room while his son, Taven, smacked some plushies together, making adorable baby noises as he smashed the toys against each other. This wouldn't be enough to warrant such a display of fear, but, then Mundez took a peek into the kitchen room, and what he saw was something equivalent to the aftermath of a battlefield, just, no bodies, organs and limbs lying around. There were claw marks all over the walls, the wooden table was smashed into splinters, and Taven's high chair was bent to hell.

Hell, it looked to have been chewed in a few places!

(Damn. I even brought the metal supports.) Thought Mundez, before turning to the frightened girl and asking, "How much so you stay quiet about this?"

An hour later, he was bouncing a giggling Taven on his knee while surfing channels on the television. At least Taven didn't wreck this wonderful device. This world was 'far' more advanced than his own, and had technologies that put some witchcraft to shame. Still...

Mundez briefly recalled how last hunting request went. The battle with the large monsters that wandered the wilderness had taken far more effort than he remembered ever using. The ritual had essentially made him mortal, robbing him of his demonic power and rendering a normal man with above average strength.

Mundez looked to his son as he giggled again, and his eyes softened. He had his hair, and his eyes, but everything else, he got from his mother. Even a year later, the thought of his late wife made his heart ache. Years of research had lead Mundez to Japan, where demons were commonly sealed away by powerful monks. Sayaka herself had directed Mundez towards a village where some of the strongest monks built a temple. During his stay, he met Naomi, a priestess who was able to recognize his true status as a demon despite his disguise.

He chuckled at the memory, recalling how Naomi told him that his hair was a dead giveaway, and how she offered him food afterwards. He found her fascinating, and realized how powerful she was after acting as her guard during some of her missions. It made sense, she came from a powerful family of exorcists, and had been trained from infancy to pacify demons and resist evil. However, her near constant battles had never tainted her own purity of spirit.

He was brought of memory lane when Taven tossed his plushie against the wall, before crying and reaching towards the fallen toy. With a chuckle, Mundez moved to retrieve it.

"You cost us a babysitter you know. Not to mention the kitchen." Taven merely giggled and snatched the plushy out of his hand, before biting down on the head. A faint rip could be heard as his growing teeth shredded the fabric. Yep, his demon blood was showing, alright. Mundez briefly wondered how his son would act during...ugh...puberty. Human puberties were always described as nightmarish, not that Mundez would ever know, as he and Sparda were often too busy fighting other demons to establish their dominance among Mundus' minions. Even now, the memory soured his mood. His very name was an attempt by his father and mother to appease the demon king.

As if being in his brother's shadow wasn't enough, his parents stuck him behind the very ruler of the underworld itself.

A sudden tearing sound caused him to look to Taven, deadpanning as the young half demon waved the decapitated head of his plushy in victory. Mundez shook his head in amusement.

Two Years Later

(I should've done this from the start!) Thought Mundez as he surveyed his students, watching the adepts train the newer members of the dojo. Yep, Mundez decided to open a dojo to teach swordsmanship to the citizens of Lastation, allowing him to earn an income, and stay home to raise Taven...because bribing babysitters was starting to get expensive.

The dojo had been built separately from their new house, which was on the border of the city, and the wild forests that was home to the lower level monsters. It resembled a small temple, with Mundez modeling it after the temples in Japan. It was also in the worst part of the city. Crimes were rampant, and more than once, Mundez had to fight off would-be robbers.

A tug on his gi caused the man to look down and see his three year old son, eagerly looking up to him with a small bokken in hand. This caused the man to sigh. It seemed that Taven inherited to draw to combat, and it was getting harder and harder to deny him as time went on. It also didn't help that he grew at a faster rate then the other children in the neighborhood, another reason they had to move.

Sighing, he knelt to his son and said, "Taven...you're...still too young."

"But...I'm not going to be small forever! I grow faster than the other kids anyway, so why can't I swordfight!?" Whined the young toddler.

Mundez sighed. Why did Taven have to inherit his attitude?

"When you're a big boy...you can 'swordfight'. Is this about the Dogoos again?"

"They bounce around like they own the place!" Muttered Taven with a pout, causing his father to chuckle.

"Come now, they can't be 'that' bad."

A shriek suddenly filled the air, and everyone tensed as a female student rushed in, her training kimono covered in the telltale blue goo of a Dogoo. "Oh my goddesses they're everywhere!" She yelled, hiding behind one of the older students as a group of the pests started bouncing into the now open slide door.

(Me and my big mouth.) Thought Mundez, pulling out his own bokken and rushing in front of his students. "All of you! Stay behind me!"

Despite losing most of his power in Sparda's sealing ritual, Mundez was still strong enough to at least contend with the larger monsters of this world.

Many of the older students nodded, with those armed with bokken rushing to flank their master. However, they failed to account for one factor.

"Raaah!" Taven's war cry echoed as he snatched someone's bokken and ran forward. Before Mundez could say anything, Taven already sliced through three of the monsters and leapt onto a fourth, stabbing his weapon into its face.

"Taven!" Yelled Mundus in frustration and worry. However, he didn't expect the rest of his students to charge forward with war cries of their own, and he relaxed his posture as he watched the pack of Dogoo get dispatched by his students. A minute later, he couldn't keep the smile off his face as he watched his son get lifted onto someone's shoulders, as his name was cheered.

"Taven!...Taven!...Taven!"

Practically glowing at the praise, he raised his bokken and said, "Can I swordfight or what!"

Needless to say, Mundez 'had' to train his son after that.

Ten Years Later

"Yeesh! Finally!" Muttered Taven, riding his bike down the street, bookbag loaded with textbooks, and yet another note in his pocket from the guidance counselor. It looks like Taven would once again play, 'how long can I hide this from dad?'

His current record was four hours.

Speaking of records, his phone suddenly rang, and Taven was quick to answer. "Yo?"

On the other end, his friend Famitsu said, "Hey, Taven! You could have said 'bye' before you decided to split! Everyone's been talking about that ass whooping!"

"I warned that asshole what would happen if he fucked with me again." Said Taven, swerving around a few cars and grinning as they honked their horns at him.

"What did he do exactly?"

"He slapped my pizza to the ground Famitsu! My! Pizza!"

A pause followed, before Famitsu said, "You have a serious addiction to pizza. I think you might need help."

"Screw you! See you at the dojo tomorrow!." Said Taven with a laugh.

"You're going to get your butt handed to you with my dual sword technique!" Said Famitsu, causing Taven to grin before hanging up and continuing on home.

However, upon riding into his neighborhood, his smile fell, as he passed...a certain street sign. He still had nightmares about that day...and no one in the town was willing to let him forget it either. When he saw the dojo's gate, he schooled his expression into a neutral one, not wanting his father to know that he still remembered.

That day he upped his record of hiding the note. Five hours this time.

In return he was grounded for five weeks, with no pizza. Times like that made Taven wonder if his father was the devil in disguise.

Taven: Age Sixteen

"Taven! Please!" Yelled Mundez as he watched his son toss the last of his belongings into the back of a van. For the last year, father and son had been at odds, with Mundez forbidding Taven from leaving their home, while Taven wanted to actually explore the world, and get away from the whispers and stares of the people. Most of all, he wanted to try and forget 'why' the people in this town hated him.

At the entrance of the dojo, some of the students watched the duo, shuffling awkwardly on their feet as they watched father and son argue. In front of them, Famitsu watched with narrowed eyes, not knowing who to side with in this argument. This all started when Taven suddenly dropped out of school, much to his father's frustrations. The atmosphere of the dojo had grown tense whenever the two were in the same room, and though it was unlikely they would ever come to blows, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Taven was feeling trapped.

"Enough is enough dad! I'm old enough to join the guild now, so you can't stop me from leaving! I can't spend my whole life here!"

"Taven, there are things you don't under-!"

The son rounded on his father, annoyance and rage in his expression. "'You' don't understand! I can't live here and pretend that I'm normal! You've seen how the others look at me! I'm the 'neighborhood delinquent!' Always getting into fights! Hell, some of the idiots are looking for ways to shut your dojo down! They think you train delinquents! Hell, they think you train 'murderers!' You should be dancing for joy!"

Mundez growled in annoyance. Who knew dealing with a teen would be this much of a headache? But, he supposed the blame mostly laid on his shoulders. He never told Taven that he was half demon, believing that if Taven saw himself as a human, he would be safer, and wouldn't take unnecessary risks. However, now it seems that plan has backfired.

"Is 'that' what this is about!? Taven, I don't care how everyone else looks at you, or thinks of you! You're still my son!"

Taven actually paused, then looked his father in the eye. To this day, Mundez still flinched somewhat whenever his son looked at him. He had so much of his mother inside him, and Taven's eyes narrowed when he saw the miniscule flinch. "Sure you don't."

With that, Taven shut the van's backdoors and made his way to the drivers seat. "By the way...sorry for ruining your reputation by dropping out of school. But hey, at least your son isn't a bum who sleeps in the basement."

This time the flinch was obvious, and Mundez watched him, regret swelling within him He briefly entertained the thought of grabbing Taven and telling him the truth. Perhaps it would convince him to stay...for just a little longer. But he shot it down and could only watch as his son got behind the wheel and stepped on the gas. The van began moving down the gravel road, and Mundez clenched his fist as he tried to fight the urge to run after him.

If he told him now...there was no telling what Taven would do, and he might lose his son's trust completely, something he couldn't bear. For now, he would give him his space, and hope for the best.