Blood splattered across the once green grass. The heavy scent of death lingering in the air with the last breath of demons and angels. Amoung the scattered and piled bodies of fallen angels and pure angels stood one, and only one. A fallen angel, her Gi(a samurai top) completely torn off of her, thus exposing her wrapped chest and stomach covered in white bandages. Her hakama(samurai pants) rustling in the wind that was filled with the musky smell of the angel of death.
Her name, well it was known on Earth, in Heaven, in Hell and even in pregatory, Tengoku Tenshi Hellsing, the second born, the Second Angel Of Death.
She rested her sword over her shoulder with no expression upon her face as she looked over the field of dead bodies, satisfaction glowing in her eyes at her job well done.
"""Castle Hellsing"""
Midoriko stood by the window within the babies room, her hands clasped behind her back as she looked into the distance.
"Mother, you have children... what are you doing out there tangled in that war?" She whispered, expecting only the silence to take over after her voice faded. But she was surprised when an answer came.
"Because she knows what must happen. He is still out there using his sword to keep killing both angels and demons and thus she knows she must as well."
And forth from the shadows came a man with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his lips.
"Ramsy!" Midoriko half yelled as she turned around and met with his purple eyes.
"Indeed that is me. The last time you saw me I was being given the gift of fighting and given wings." He said with a soft smile.
A picture flashed in Mido's mind of the happenings he spoke of that occured only a few weeks ago.
He moved to stand behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, resting his head on her shoulder ever so slightly.
"All we can do is wait and help her. Your mother is suffering so much, helping your real father keep things in balance so they dont have to commit sepukku." He whispered in her ear before placing butterfly kisses on her neck.
Midoriko nodded in understandment. She knew this, she merely didnt want it to be.
"She does this so you and Seras and Eric will not have to." He said before closing his eyes and keeping his head on her shoulder, Mido leaning her head over to rest on his.
""Hell""
"What the HELL did you think you were doing killing my angels like that!" Lucifer yelled as Tengoku stood leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and a look of boredness upon her face.
"Oh please father. Must you be so blind. If Shiroyami is doing it then I'm forced to do it. You know that." she answered back with a cold tone and a stonic expression taking over her face.
"Dont pull that Bullshit with me." He said, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him in the eyes. She smacked his arm and he released her.
"I'm not controlled by you anymore Memnoch." She hissed rather rudely in his face matching his glare with her own famous one.
"I am not one of your victims, lower your self to submission." he stated, in other words he was telling her to back the hell off. Tengoku merely "Feh" in his face and left the room, her samurai sword (katana) resting on her shoulder once more.
""Pregatory""
Among the clouds of mist stood two figures, figures that had met there many of times years before war and darkness seperated them, pitting them against each other. Her long ebon hair high in a pony tail and swaying in the wind that was rushing past them. Her deep blue eyes dull with a cold stare.
His ebon hair twisting with the mist like hers, his crimson bangs shadowing his emotionless face as he raised his double sided sword, its silver blade shinning in the dull moonlight.
She unsheathed her own sword, the katana causing light to flicker and dance on the rocks. The deep green grass carsseing her bare feet and his leather boots.
"For the sake of fate..." The female stated in a careless whisper that reached the dark angels ears. He smirked ever so slightly, in a pure way, not a sinister way.
"Indeed Heavenly." He responded in the same tone.
In a moments notice, they were pushing against each other, blade gridding against blade, sparks flying, the light shinning on their priceless face and what was shown could have made the strongest man cry.
The sadness of two fallen angels who could never leave the other without fate throwing them together again. They both wanted to completely move on, to never see them again so the pain would never come back, but it wasnt distanted for them. They would fight forever, their powers staying in check, always remaining the same and never rising above the other.
The female hated having to fight the man she now saw as a friend and brother and he hated fighting the woman he "killed" so very long ago, the woman who stood up from him when the whole world and everyone turned on him.
He sliced her arm clean open, the wound didnt heal, not with the swords they were using, these weapons would cut and only time, like a mortal, could heal it.
The blood that poured from her mortal wound was pure and crimson, the blood the poured from the wound upon his leg was a deep crimson, staining his ebon pants.
"I dont want to fight you Ten!" He yelled, the emotional pain weighing on his shoulders.
"Too bad Shiro. Its fate!" She replied as she ran at him, clashing blades again with him, his sword slipping and cutting her shoulder badly, blood splattering across his face and the shock in his eyes glowed in the moonlight.
She released the sword, only holding onto it with one hand, using her left hand, she held her bleed right shoulder.
"Clean cut hun."
She mumbled with a grin.
"I didnt mean to!"
He said with eyes wide open in shock. He dropped his sword and tore off his jacket, throwing it down on the wet grass. Kneeling beside her after she had fallen to her knees, he ripped his white shirt to use it for bandages. He wrapped her shoulder carefully and then placed his jacket over her.
"This is the last time Ten. No more. You have new Babies in this world, they need you more than anything." He stated as he cleaned her sword and placed it in its sheath for her. He then repeated the same process on his sword, placing it in its holder upon his back.
They both rose and looked at each other for a few minutes which seemed like forever. Tengoku lifted her hand and shook his hand.
"For now, farewell." She said before turning and walking away, throwing his jacket back to him with ease, never looking back.
"Take good care of our daughter Alucard." Shiro whispered.
"I trust you with them both more then anyone." He finished before sitting down and tending to his own wounds.
""Middle of *Nowhere*""
She didnt feel like returning home. She wanted to fight, wanted to smell the sweetness of anothers blood upon her shinning silver blade, but she had killed all in battle at the moment... she had nothing to do.