a/n: For future reference, I'm screwing royally with Trinity Blood canon. I've only ever seen the anime, which leaves a lot unsaid, etc. etc. etc. SO. There's a good chance I'm altering canon I don't even know exists. Even so, I'm creating, I suppose, my own version of how the Crusniks came to be to some extent, as well as when it happened, and how the technology managed to work. I'll also probably be tweaking Hellsing canon a bit. Just thought I'd throw that out there.

Disclaimer for the entire story: I don't own Trinity Blood, or Hellsing. At all. Ever. If I made money off this, I'd have quite my day job already.

Warning for entire story: Rated M for violence, torture, genocide, various adult situations, language, and whatever else sneaks it's way somewhere into the upcoming chapters that's frowned upon by "polite society". Don't worry children, I'll be a good heathen and warn you before hand if there's something to be added to this oh-so-wonderful list. That said, I will do my best to make things tasteful.

Prologue

Summary: A brief history of the world

The year was 2032, and despite yearly prophesies of doom and threats from radical groups, humanity was thriving. Excelling, in fact, great breakthroughs of science leaping from the covers of every published work in the newsstand. Not a computer screen could be seen with out the clean-cut but still somehow flashy ads and promos for the newest way to reduce aging and 'enhance your performance'. Not that those weren't prevalent in earlier decades, of course. They'd simply managed to make themselves far more credible in the eyes of the beholder.

And oh those eyes. They saw great visions, visions they made into reality, something that hadn't truly happened in a long time. The colonization of mars to take the load off of Earth after the great population explosion. The blending of human DNA with something that was utterly alien. The creation of artificial life, both mechanical and biological. These things and more came to fruitation, sending the spirits of man soaring.

Almost all disease had been eradicated, and with it the true vampiric race. The Hellsing organization had long since dissolved, becoming something corporate and, in the words of the believers, blasphemous. It's main asset, it's trump card Alucard hand long since switched hands to men who where his Master only through the theft of blood and the signing of ill conceived contracts. With the death of Sir Integra Hellsing who bore no heirs, the only way to protect the world from the desires of the Master Vampire was to find a way to continue the powers of the seal. The answer came in the form of barely legal science and a crushing corporate will. And when he'd killed off every last one of his kind, he found himself forced to turn his gun on the fledgling that had been his companion through it all, Seras Victoria. The last of his kind and unable to be put so easily in his grave, the No Life King was locked away, forgotten until the time came when he could again be of use to his captures.

But darkness was creeping up on the world. Threats and violence, anger and prejudice where again beginning to surface. Humanity, it would seem, was unable to break away from it's primitive need to destroy itself. And so the powers behind the screen of mass media and figureheads waited, all the while preparing for the disaster they not only predicted and planned for, but expected.

And so project Eden was born: the creation of artificial humans that would be superior even to those mutated with the bacillus virus. After many failed attempts, success. The children created were kept safe and hidden, their true identities hidden from everyone save those in the inner circle.

By 2052 war had broken out all across the world, the threat of self annihilation imminent. The shadow men saw this, knew this, and so began work on a new project, a project codenamed: Venus.

Why yes, I did pull those dates out of my ass. I took a stab at using Google-fu to give myself a timeline to work in, but it pretty much told me to go fuck myself, so I returned the sentiment and made my own. It's shoddy, and those of you who will not only know I'm off, but be irked by it, can deal. I'm set in my ways. ;D

Next chapter: The story begins. Until then!

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