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It was a bloodbath; the aura of death was present. No matter where you looked there was nothing but the fresh steaming puddles of the crimson liquid. Screams of agony were a constant reminder of the pure horror that resonated. The cause for this all came down to a single war, a war known only as the "Battle of London", a battlefield where Alucard released level 0 bringing nothing but destruction.
In the middle of this blood-soaked land stood the very same monster Alucard, his true form out in the open. Next to him stood two individuals, a beautiful short-haired blond woman, her clothes consisting of a yellow uniform that accentuated her body, this woman was a former police officer now turned vampire Seras Victoria. The second person was another woman her hair unlike the first was long, though they still shared the same distinct blond color, she had a long and slender body which was covered by an expensive and clean suit, Integra Hellsing director of the Hellsing organization and Alucard's master.
They all stood still their shoes soaking in the puddles of blood, all three looked at the carnage around them, limbs torn apart, dead bodies impaled and some lying on the ground, some drained of blood. Every single one of their enemies had been decimated by their very hands, or at least they thought everyone had been killed. Alucard looked to the sky ignorant of the single moving body that gripped tightly around two guns, the man Walter was covered in wounds yet still had the strength to lift the barrels of his weapons. Walter was dying he knew this but he wasn't going to die without taking Alucard with him.
The souls which Alucard released were called back to the Vampire all reacting to go back to their resting place inside his body, however, two gunshots ceased all movement, to Seras and Integra it was if time slowed, Alucard fell back blood spurting out of two open holes, one in the head and the other where his heart rested. Walter laughed his voice piercing the everlasting silence on the battlefield, "I won! I am victorious!"
Seras stared at her master's corpse it slowly disappearing, her lips parting before they shut her teeth grinding against each other in pure rage, her eyes glowing a deadly toxic red her mouth guttering a low and deep growl.Turning her head Seras searched for the laughter finding Walter the man staring into the sky with a smile on his face. Seras ran over to the man the laughs echoing in her ears as she reached the dying old bastard. Raising her foot Seras couldn't hold back as she brought it down, stomping on Walter's throat causing the laughs to become nothing more than the choking noises of blood. Seras continued, stomping repeatedly popping Walter's eyes out of their sockets, the flesh around the skull caving in with blood, cracking noises as the bones in Walter's face fractured. The noises slowly turned into squishing blood shooting out in every direction.
It took one last strike for Walter's head to explode into meaty chunks, but by then all strength from Sera's limbs lost strength as the girl dropped to her knees tears fresh in her eyes. 'Vlad III Draculea' was dead, the very being that made the dead dance and Hell sing.
250 years later
A tall man, approximately 6'6 in height, his limbs long, and broad shoulders looked ahead of him, he was of a young age, barely starting the era of adulthood. His outfit consisted of a charcoal suit, leather riding boots, and an intricately knotted red cravat, covered by a full-length, red frock overcoat reminiscent of a duster coat, a cape attached seamlessly. His accessories only enhanced his already fashionable attire, his slick black hair covered by a red fedora with a wide brim, while his blood-red eyes had a pair of circular, heavily tinted, wire-framed orange sunglasses with goggle sidings. the final piece that tied everything together was a pair of white gloves both of which on the back was decorated with a five-pointed seal that ominously glowed when the sun hit them from a certain angle.
His stare was directed to the gates of U.A the most prestigious hero school in all of Japan, his appearance gained no stares, in a world of bright colored spandex-wearing heroes he was surprisingly plain looking in comparison. The man tightened his gloves pulling them, his voice deep however they flowed out his mouth smoothly.
"Heh, time for some revenge..."
A maniacal smile formed on the man's face, his shoes clacking against the cement leading to the inside of the school.
The heroes would have no idea what hit them, and what kind of monster they invited into their fold.