In the far future there is only Hellsing

[Gree]

Author’s notes:

Well this is my first dedicated Hellsing fic that is not a humorous one-shot. This is not a Warhammer 40,000/ Hellsing crossover. This is a Warhammer 40,000/Hellsing fusion. That means that characters will recombined with certain roles.

To get an idea, this is what I am planning.

Integra is an Ordo Malleus Inquisitor.

Alucard is a bound daemon prince.

Seras is a Guardswomen.

Walter I have no idea on what to do. The original story had him as Integra’s butler-aide. But I needed him to be an asskicker as well. Them I realized that his nickname. ‘’Angel of Death’’ was the same nickname of the Space Marines. So I’m kind of planning him to be a sort of ex-space marine candidate, turned Imperial Assassin turned retainer to Integra.

Maxwell is a rival Inquisitor.

Anderson is a Grey Knight with the fighting skills of a Grandmaster in Enrico’s service.

Heinkel and Yumiko are Battle Sister seconded to Maxwell.

The Major is some sort of Chaos Lord planning to make a daemon host army of artificial psykers of something.

The Captain is going to be a fallen Space Wolf or something.

The Doc is going to be a Fabius Bile impersonator.

Schro is going to be daemon cat-boy.

Rip is going to be an evil Vindicare assassin.

I have no idea about the rest. I will need suggestions.

Anyway I posted this on Spacebattles.



Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or Warhammer 40,000. I have no money, so do not sue me.


The light of the holo-picts cast a harsh glow over the face of General Darius Constatius. chatter surrounded the workplace of the Imperial Guard, the Holy Hammer of the Emperor, like a buzz of an insect. Servitors and aids carrying data sheets scurried about.

The center of the room was dominated by a large holo-table. On it showed a Varity of conflicting runes covering both Imperial Forces and the rebels. Red-cloaked and hooded tech-priests manned it. There bionic appendages twitching as they interfaced with it.

Officers and couriers form of dozen regiments scurried all over the place, trying to make sense of the tactical solution. Darius slammed his fist into the table. ‘’Frak’’ he muttered as he took in grimly the situation of the holo-table. ‘’What in the Emperor’s name is going on down there?’’ he muttered.

On the holo-table there showed a problem in the advance of the Guard. The Londanian 11th had been stalled somehow and had been broken in the Chedder sector. No one knew why but filtered reports of daemons had been filtering in along with screams of the dead and dying.

The Guard’s advance in the sector had been stopped dead cold in it’s tracks. If the Guard lost that vital lynchpin in there battle line then the entire battle group would be but in half but the chaos-worshipers. ‘’Dammit, What the hell is going on in there.’’?

Then the doors opened. A woman stepped in. She was clad in a jet-black suit, over her shoulders was a shiny leather stormcoat often favored by the Guard Commissars. Her skin was tan but her hair was a pale blonde.

But the most shocking thing of all was the Inquisitorial rosette hanging from her neck.

The entire room went dead silent. If the Inquisition was here then you knew things where really bad. The women walked in over to the holo-table and seated herself casually. Darius found himself turning away from her gaze, here eyes where like chips of hard blue ice.

‘’ Lady-Inquisitor, S-Sorry for your hasty-‘’ he was cut off before he could get further.

‘’Lord-Inquisitor’’ Her voice was harsh and curt, unused to being obeyed.

‘’I’m sorry?’’ Darius was now truly nervous.

‘’I am Lord-Inquisitor Integral Wingates Fairbrook Hellsing of the God-Emperor’s Most Holy Orders of the Inquisition, I expect you to use my title properly Lord-General Darius’’ her voice was calm but cold now. Darius gulped at the sound for it nervously.

‘’I’m here because of your little problem’’ She said, casually taking her Ilo-Stick and lighting it before putting it to her lips. This was against Guard regulations but no one in the room dared to tell her that. ‘’We have b-been blocked at a certain section by and unknown enemy’’ Darius stuttered off.

‘’What you face here is daemons General’’

‘’Daemons?’’ he said, his voice off. If the warp-spawned servants of the archenemy where here then his worst fears where confirmed. There were no way the soldiers of the Imperial Guard, as brave as they may be could face these warp-spawned horrors and come out alive.

‘’You need not to fear general, We have an agent on the job’’ she said in a matter of fact tone. Darius couldn’t believe his ears at what he was hearing. One agent? That was suicide surely? One Agent could not get the job done where an entire regiment of Imperial guard had failed?

‘’What kind of agent’’ Darius questioned, eh was almost afraid of the answer. ‘’A very special agent’’ she said after a brief pause. ‘’I can assure you Lord-General, that this agent knows everything about daemons, everything’’ she stressed the last part carefully.


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Cheddar Sector- Londianian 11th

The streets of the city where covered with rubble and dead bodies of Guardsmen. Here and there where scattered weapons and body parts. Dark crimson blood trickled out of the gutter into the streets from the bodies.

Then the blood stopped in mid-course and flowed in the opposite direction to another figure in the streets. The life-blood of the Guardsmen flowed around his ankles softly in an arterial wave before disappearing into the figure like water in a sponge until not a trace of it was left to mortal eyes.

‘’Yesssss’’ a deep baritone voice hissed into the night. ‘’This is a most excellent night, makes me want to suck some blood’’ the figure chuckled a bit at the last part as he strode down the street as the moonlight shone of off his form.

He was tall, almost inhumanly tall. Only the warriors of the Astartes could have surpassed his stature. Despite this he was thin, almost lanky in his body type. His skin as a perfect inhuman shade of alabaster in its perfection.

He was clad in a jet-black bodyglove, a type preferred by nobles of the Terran Sector. He wore over that a blood-red stormcoat. Under that where riding boots and on his head he wore a wide-brimmed had with a skull set there. On his hands where shock-white gloves with ancient runes tattooed on them.

On the left glove the symbol of the Inquisition was bolded, on the other was the double-headed Imperial Eagle, surrounding each was intricate lettering in High Gothic and a variety of unknown alien languages.

On each shoulder of the stormcoat was an armored carapace piece that extended down mid-way from the arms. On one shoulder, barley visible under the red paint was the emblem of a winged bat-skull, on the other pad was the symbol of the Inquisition winged with the bat-wings of the former.

His face was coldly handsome in it’s devilish features. He was fine-boned. Jet-black hair extended under his crimson hat to his shoulders. A pair of dark crimson shades occupied his eyes. Form his aristocratic mouth a pair of predator fangs jutted out.

His mouth formed into a grin as he set of into the devastated Imperial city. ‘’Yessss, This will be a very good night in deed’’ laughter floated through the empty streets as the figure walked along, seemingly disappearing into the shadows as he did so.



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The screaming wound through the air as Trooper Seras Victoria ran down the alleyway. Often she passed dead bodies of her comrades who where killed in the initial assault at Cheddar sector. She cursed her luck as she sweated bullets.

The Londanian 11th where from the planet London, London had been originally settled by a mustered out Cadian regiment in the 40th millennium. At the peaceful idyllic planet the Cadians had retained their full martial traditions.

Seras Victoria’s father was an Arbiters. As such many of her comrades referred to her as ‘’Police Girl’’ jokingly. But such thoughts where furthest from the young guardswoman’s mind as she ran for safety wherever she could find it.

She and Squad D-11 had moved in as part of the reinforcements, and then everything went to hell. Then had been swamped by fanatical cultist who screamed salutations to there dark gods even as they died. Seras had witnessed the bone-chilling site of an inhuman cultist writhing in pleasure, giggling as it stuffed it’s own disemboweled guts out.

Everything had truly been botched.

Suddenly she rounded the corner and ended up in a back lot of the city of Cheddar. Turing around at the sound of footsteps and insane shrieks she saw a pair of mutated cultists, their bodies deformed and twisted by the foul powers of chaos.

They leered at her and shouted something in a daemon-tongue that made Seras’s ears hurt. She quickly raised her laspistol and fired two rounds into each of them; they died with insane shrieks as the bright red lasrounds tore through there brain-casings.

A dark chuckle came from behind her as she turned around to see what was happening. She stared in shock as two diseased groaning figures stumbled out of the darkness. ‘’Simon? Eddie?’’ she whispered frightfully.

The two comrades of hers where still dressed in the flak armor and uniform of D-11, but the resemblance ended there. Their skin was rotting horribly and she could see empty eye-sockets and seeping wounds. Bones stuck through rotted flesh and they let out a horrible groan as the walked uncertainly towards her.

She ran from them only to be stopped by another figure. ‘’I really must thank you’’ the figure said. Seras recognized it’s voice as the one who chuckled before. ‘’For getting rid of those fools earlier, the weak must die.’’

He stepped out and Seras almost wrenched in disgust. The figure was pale and gaunt with twisted purple and black veins covering his skin. His eyes glowed an unnatural pink shake as he stuck out and impossibly long tongue out over his blue lips.

‘’Those where of a rival Slaaneshi cult, I must thank you for killing them’’ He said, giving her an evil look. ‘’Terra protect me’’ she muttered under her breath as she shot at the figure who only laughed as he blurred out of the way before reappearing in front on her.

She shot him in the face, snapping his head back. A disdainful snort came back as he looked back at her, the lasburn already healing and reknitting before her eyes. He laughed at her confused and frightened expression. ‘’That flashlight can’t harm me! This host I easy to repair’’

He leered at he with inhuman eyes. ‘’I’m going to violate your frame for Slaanesh, you will be screaming for me to kill you when I finish I will show you the glories of She Who Thirsts and you will become by pet for all eternity’’ She gave a scream as she felt the twisted mutating power surround her.

He took his by the shoulders and a set of squirming razor-edged tentacles burst from his wrists. ‘‘Tell me child’’ he whispered in her ear, ‘’have you ever experienced the delicate delight of peeling your skin away with a razor blade’’ he whispered.

‘’Oh no don’t cry’’ he chuckled, covering her mouth with one hand. ‘’You mortals are so easy to rip and brake for playthings. But than again it’s good you have such sweet souls!’’ he cackled.

‘’Are you finished?’’ The voice the said the sentence was a deep, rich baritone. Sounding annoyed and almost bored at what was happening. The sorcerer looked around and spotted a tall crimson figure. ‘’What in the name of the Eye are you?’’ he shouted.

The figure gave an evil grin, exposing row upon row of sharp, predator’s teeth. ‘’I am a trashman, it insults me to see lesser trash like you run from the warp and get a host and think they are gods, you make me sick, trash’’ he spat the last word disdainfully.

The daemon host snorted and snapped his twisted fingers. Immediately, row upon row of rotted, diseased figures rose out from the deep blackness of the night and raised a variety of lasguns autorifles and stubbers a the figure.

He snapped his fingers again and the world lit open in a massive blaze of gunfire. Red lasbolts and bullets howled through the air as the tore into the figure who walked through the storm of metal and lasers like they where a light spring’s storm.

Eventually the man snapped his fingers and the gunfire stopped. The bullet-ridden body of the crimson stranger swayed and fell and the ground, a white-gloved arm that was severe by a lasbeam falling right behind it.

The daemonhost sneered. ‘’Now that is over I will deal with you’’ he said menacingly. Seras gulped when she heard and insane cackle. It was dark and rich. She looked at the corpse, as she was surprised to see the lost blood and bits of flesh turning into darkness and flowing back into he stranger.

Over her eyes the entire stranger’s body was regenerated, bullet wounds disappeared and a new arm grew back. This was more impressive them the daemonhost’s regenerative capacities. A set of gleaming white teeth shown out of the darkness as the red-clad stranger reached into his coat.

He pulled out a gun; it was a kind of bolter. Seras had seen bolters only on the officers of her regiment or a few glimpses of the holy Astartes but had never seen one up close. It was a massive silver thing with writing on the sides Seras could not make out. But what she could make out was a large symbol of the Inquisition. Her blood ran cold.

BOOM!

She almost jumped out of her skin as a massive round tore through the chest of the first rotted zombie, from it wound onwards it groaned and unraveled into a pile of blood and flesh as the power of the warp left it.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The gun howled loudly as the bullets tore into the skulls, chests and limbs of the zombies, killing all of them in bursts of sliver fire. When he was finished a massive silver clip slammed into he ground and the stranger reloaded it with an insane grin upon his face.

‘’This is the psycannon, Casull. They are Kraken penetration bolts made from blessed steel melted down at the forges of mars and blessed on Terran soil. They are psychically charged down to a microscopic level, there is no freak that can take a hit form this and survive.’’ He said arrogantly a she strode forward, pointing the gun at the daemon host.

The daemonhost now had lost it’s bravado earlier and now was showing sighs of panic, but he remained calm and gripped Seras as she looked around in shock and panic and held her out as a human shield against the red-clad man.

‘’You have to kill her first!’’ he said, panicked. ‘’We’re both daemonhost’s! Just let me go, I’ll leave this planet! Please I beg of you, you’re supposed to be the good guy, right?!’’ he said desperately as the man grinned at him.

Raising the gun at him he said. ‘’You go the wrong series punk’’.

Or that’s what he SHOULD have said. But since there is no breaking of the fourth wall he did not do that. So he did something else..

‘’Hey Soldier Girl!’’ he called out to Seras. It took a few moments for the women to realize that he was talking to her. ‘’Y-Yess’’ she stuttered out. The red-coated daemonhost grinned. ‘’Are you virgin?’’ he asked.

‘’What!’’ she said indignantly. ‘’What the hell are you doing!’’ the other daemonhost shouted at the stranger in shock. ‘’Answer the question dammit!’’ he said forcefully, cocking the gunbarrel at her.

Seras stuttered. ‘’Y-Y-YES I AM!’’ she shouted in a panicked tone, hoping this would save her. The red-coated man grinned and shot her in the chest. There was an explosion of blood as the daemon coughed up gore and released her.

She fell to the ground as the daemonhost staggered back with a massive hole the size of a scrumball through his chest. Blue-black blood spurted from the wound as he gave a soundless scream in the air. The red-coated man blurred and moved towards the man.

With an insane grin he reached back and formed his gloved hand into a spear point, the arm glowing with warpfire. The hand pierced the daemonhost into the throat, right above the wound mad by the psycannon. The red-clad man twisted his arm through the daemon’s chest in a mass shower of blue-black gore. ‘’Bas-Bastar-‘’ the daemonhost gurgled right before he was consume din a sliver fire.

The red-coated man grinned as he turned around. Walking over to the bloodstained body at his feet he knelt down to observe. The psycannon can blow a massive hole in her chest, right under her breasts, effectively destroying her internal organs.

He moved close and spoke loudly so the dying young women could hear him. ‘’Hey Soldier girl?’’ he said as her fading eyes gazed back at him. ‘’Wanna come with me’’ he said.

She muttered something, a few words that would be to silent for human’s ears to sense, but to the crimson-coated man he could hear them perfectly. He gave another one of his grins. ‘’Excellent’’ he said as a dark red glow surrounded her form and he leaned in, fangs outstretched.



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It was insanely bright Seras realized. As she looked all around her it seemed like she was in her own mess hall aboard the troop transports that the Londanian 11th used in their day-to day use. She yawned and got up walking out into the floor.

Before she got far something appeared in front of her. She gasped in surprise; it was one of the plague zombies that she had fought against. ‘’Blood! Panties!’’ it shrieked insanely as she turned and ran out from it.

She soon found herself in a hallway running down the cold metal floor, from the other bunks and stations more zombies appeared a seething mass to chase after her, she redoubled her time to escape them.

Suddenly she ran into a solid object, falling to the ground she looked at and saw the crimson stranger from yesterday. He looked down at her through the crimson goggles he wore.

‘’How does it feel to be dammed Soldier Girl?’’


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Aboard The Inquisitorial ship Birds of Hermes

Seras woke up in the medi-bed that was used for healing the wounded; it wasn’t all like he sickbay she had seen on her troop transport with the 11th. But however given that it was in inquisitorial ship it had to have more resources available to it.

‘’The subject is awake’’ the dry tone of the servitor stated as Integra sighed. Seras gasped as she took in her new surroundings. ‘’Oh please, you’re a servant of the God-Emperor act like it Solider Girl’’

‘’Who are you?’’ Seras asked in curiosity.

‘’Inquisitor Integral Hellsing of the Ordo Malleus, the Inquisition, my servant Alucard is behind me’’ she mentioned behind her where the crimson daemon lord was smirking in the shadows. Seras fell out of bed in surprise.

‘’I didn’t do anything ma'm!’’ she sputtered out.

‘’Don’t worry, we aren’t here to execute you.’’ She said, Seras blinked din surprise. ‘’Really?’’ Integra sighed again. ‘’Yes, in fact we want to recruit you’’ she explained to the blonde on the floor.

Seras go up. ‘’Why me? I’m no different from any soldier in the Guard’’ At this point Alucard stepped in. ‘’It’s simple Soldier Girl, you are no longer human’’ Seras blinked in surprise again.

‘’What do you mean by that?’’ the blonde guardswoman said. ‘’What we mean is that in order to save your life Alucard transferred a tiny portion of his essence into you, healing you but also making into a minor daemonhost.

‘’Me a daemon?’’ Integra nodded.

Seras fainted.


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Later-Aboard the Bird of Hermes firing range.

Seras fired another round from her hellgun. The weapon fired a Seras of shots into the automated targets in the firing range. The weapons site aboard the Hermes was far more massive then anything she had even done before. Just like the sickbay.

There was everything from power swords to bolters to exotic xenos weaponry to a variety of other arms that she could no recognize. So she chose a hellgun, a weapon she had wanted to wield but had never gotten a chance to use.

It’s operations where similar enough to a lasgun, which she had been trained in. She was doing well for several hours now, switching power packs when they ran out as the automated servitors switched targets.

‘’Not good enough’’

Seras looked around as Alucard materialized right behind her. Noticing him she jumped backward in surprise as Alucard passed her. ‘’What do you mean like that! I hit all of the targets fine!’’ the blonde daemonshost said indignantly

‘’You shoot like a human’’ He chided her. ‘’You are not a human anymore, thus you have lost the right to use such inferior skills, here I will show you Solider Girl’’ he reached into his armored coat and drew his enormous black psycannon.

‘’Servitor’’ he said, his voice resonating deeply. ‘’Set up target at maximum range’’ he said, his voice full of relish at the prospect of showing his newest acquisition his skills at gunfire.

‘’Affirmative.’’

Faintly Seras could hear something behind set up with mechanical gears and electrical buzzing. ‘’Where is it? I don’t see the target’’ she craned her head over and around looking for it.

Alucard ignored her movements and extended the gun apparently at nowhere. ‘’The target is over a mile away’’ he said. Then Seras truly got an idea of how big the firing range was.

When she got in there she never really paid attention to the size of the room and the space behind the targets. Now she faced new information on how big the Inquisitor’s resources really where.

Then her hearing was cut off by a grand boom. A single shot was fired by Alucard’s enormous silver litany-inscribed gun. Smoke curled in confusing patterns from the barrel as Alucard mockingly blew at it.

‘’Come’’ he said. ‘’Soldier Girl, Let’s go on a walk’’ he said and turned away, calmly walking down the vast practice field. With a huff Seras hurried after him down the deep blackness of the firing range.

After several minutes they arrived at the target. Despite the darkness Alucard a specially requested that the lights not be turned on. It was then he had her follow to the back of the range.

It was a grand, massive room filled with arcane technologies from the lost ages of humanity. The Dark Age of space before the God-Emperor untied mankind in the Great Crusade across the deep vastness of space amounts uncountable alien races.

The target was a monstrous construction of cerimite and plasteel, it was realistically shaped like a human being, right down to the muscles and organs behind perfectly displayed in front of her eyes.

And right in its chest area where a human’s heart would be was a massive hole.

‘’And that Soldier Girl, is the power you and I have’’ Alucard finished triumphantly’’


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Inquisitor’s Office: Bird of Hermes

The office of Integra Wingates Fairbrook Hellsing was actually quite spartan, it was only the walls that where covered in any kind of opulence, with jeweled furnishing and a great holo-portrait of the founder of the Hellsing dynasty, Abraham Von Hellsing.

For generation the Hellsing family had been involved with the Inquisition. They had originally been from a hive-world near Holy Terra, that was centuries ago when after a Chaos Cult wiped out his entire family Abraham Von Hellsing became an Inquisitor.

Raised by the Ordo Malleus he has been a legend in the annuls of the Holy Orders of the God-Emperor’s Inquisition. He had slain countless heretics and unmasked numberless cults. He had banished several greater daemons as well.

For his lengthy service to the God-Emperor he was granted feudal control of a system near the Cadian Gate, better to combat the main source of the warp-spawned abominations that plagued mankind for thousands of years.

However his long and illustrious record and a small stain of darkness to it. There were rumors of witchcraft used to fight Chaos and the opponents of the Hellsing dynasty labeled him a Radical.

It did not bother Integra Hellsing at the moment. Despite appearance of a woman of twenty, her actual age was almost ninety, a testament to the juevnat treatments given to high-ranking members of the Imperium.

Currently she was reviewing a data-stack of reports when her butler entered. Walter Dorenez entered. He was a butler only on the strictest terms; to any other he would have been part of he inquisitorial staff.

There was rumors back in the old days centuries ago, of a failed genetic experiment to create a male Callidus assassin, it was not mentioned at all of course, given that most of the experiments where failures. No one paid any attention of rumors of a sole survivor.

Despite his age Walter had black hair with only the faintest hint of gray, a glowing augmetic replacement organ that was set finely in the socket replaced his left eye. It was or course high quality.

He handed Integra a data-sheet, she pursed over this. ‘’What is the matter Sir Integral’’ the Walter mentioned to her in High Gothic. The blonde women scoffed and put another Ilho-stick to her mouth. Like any good servant Walter lit it for her.

‘’I haven’t had the chance to look at it yet I’m afraid, so what does it contain?’’ The butler asked as Integra swirled around her chair to stare at the portrait of her celebrated ancestor.

‘’A M-case…Murder’’

[Themightytom]

The butler asked as Integra swirled around her chair to stare at the portrait of her celebrated ancestor.

This evoked the image of a giant ice cream cone in a chair.


Its definitely a creative idea but you might want to get an editor, there's a typo in the title too. not that anyone cares about my opinion I'm ntt a writer.