Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Nomine Patri ❯ Mission ( Chapter 3 )

As I begin typing this chapter, there are no reviews on the first two chapters. Now, I'm not usually one to beg, but please, please let me know your opinion of this fic! I'm quite proud of it actually, and I'm curious as to my reader's thoughts.

I still don't own Hellsing, nor do I own the Catholic Church.

The prayers and Latin incantations I am using are actual prayers ripped from Catholic texts.

And translations fall at the bottom of the page yet again.

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"Ne perdas cum impiis, Deus animam meam: et cum viris sanguinum vitam meam." Father Vasquez looked up at the group of men sitting in the train car that was slowly passing through the countryside toward their chosen battlefield. The group of priests had each picked a prayer in the one common language they all shared, Latin, to say before each battle they would head in to from now on.

Father Anno nodded as he lit a cigarette. "Laudans invocabo Dominum, et ab inimicis meis salvus ero."

"Amen." The entire group replied. Not a soul in the private car, less Anderson, could keep his composure as the mission became more and more of a reality. They had all faced demons before, but none that were as powerful as the ones they were about to face.

"God will be with us, for we do His holy work, my brothers." Anderson quietly murmured, hoping at least one of the group would hear his encouragement. This idea of the Vatican's seemed quite terrible right now, as the men were jumping at their own shadows. This mission would turn to disaster at any moment, especially with the trigger happy cowboy King and the traditionalist Harrison named the leaders tonight.

"Libera nos a malo." Father Akimbe whispered before looking at his teacher, trying to figure out the usually outspoken priest. "Can you sense evil now, or am I just nervous tension?"

"Aye." Anderson smiled at his secret favorite. "Brothers, let us pray one last time together before the mission truly begins, as we are near the demons as Father Akimbe has pointed out."

Standing from his seat, Father Anderson hung his head before pulling two blessed blades, then crossing them in front of his chest.

"Saint Michael, the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our safeguard against the wiles and wickedness of the devil. Restrain him, O God, we humbly beseech Thee; and do thou, O prince of heavenly host, by the power of God cast into Hell Satan and the other evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the destruction of souls. Amen."

His prayer was repeated by the men whom had struck the same pose as he did to speak to his patron saint, as the train's brakes squealed to a halt at the station in Dublin.

"God be with you my brothers!" Anderson called behind the group as the men walked in to the shadows away from their transport. "I will remain here until summoned, but please, I pray you will complete this holy task yourselves!"

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Never had Alexander Anderson been as bored as he was tonight. He was hearing the sound of ghouls being destroyed and knew the men he trained were more than prepared for this sort of mission, but his hands were itching to be right along side them, not waiting at a train station as the Vatican had insisted he do this time.

What had he done to upset the Holy See? He couldn't think of anything, really.

And why had Hellsing requested help from the likes of not only the Vatican, but of Anderson himself? Every possible scenario for this decision played through his mind as he waited, but none of them seemed logical enough for him to believe.

"It doesn't mean that my Master will invite you more often or be friendly to your organization, Judas."

Materializing in front of the half-asleep Anderson was the Hellsing's pet vampire Alucard, still wearing that dreadful red coat and had, and still toting that Jackal weapon.

"I have no time for distractions, demon." Anderson growled, shoving his hands deep in to his coat pockets, fully restraining himself from drawing even one blade to cut that bloody vampire's head off. "And get out of my thoughts."

"Or what? You'll kill me?" Alucard just laughed at the thought, following the priest up the stairs of the underground train in to the main hall of the station. "Your precious weapons sting, they don't injure."

"Alucard, I am under direct orders to not harm you or any bloody demon in your assistance for some reason. Stop trying to provoke me."

"My, my. Judas has been humbled."

"Stop calling me Judas!" Anderson screamed as he whipped around, pulling one of his blades and holding it against the vampire's throat, pinning the vampire against the wall. "I swear, you foul demon, that I will not hesitate to return you to the depths of hell! So go ahead and speak."

Alucard just chuckled. "You've severed my head before, Judas, and you see I still exist."

And with one mighty blow, the dark haired head of the vampire Alucard lay on the floor next to his body. Before the demon had a chance to start healing itself, Anderson pulled a bottle of holy water and a bottle of communion wine from his coat's pockets, dousing both severed pieces of the vampire until they were soaking in puddles of the two liquids.

Lighting a match, he tossed it on the pieces of Alucard, praying as he watched the fire spread across the clothing and singe the alabaster flesh. He had done it! He killed the world's strongest vampire! God would favor him higher than anyone else in the world!

"Dust to dust. Amen."

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The company of Holy Catholic Knights looked a little more ragged than usual as they walked in the early morning hours back to the train station that would return them to Rome. They had been successful in their mission, and even as the sun broke through the clouds to cast its light on the city, bonfires containing the bodies of the ghouls burned the remains so that the foul creatures could never wander this country again to bring about the destruction of so many more souls.

They were silent as they headed through the city and the entire way to the train. These men needed sleep and a good warm meal, but they had figured their teacher would not wish for them to eat in a recently cleansed city, so half tired and half starved, they entered the platform to board the train that would be coming to take them back to a port city.

They had not expected to see their teacher sitting on the ground next to a pile of ashes and weeping. This was totally unlike Anderson, but instead of questioning his reasons for shedding tears, Fathers McCallister and Pennington, the two who had seemingly escaped the battle unharmed, helped the blond man to his feet and on to the train after it finally arrived.

Eating could wait until their return to the mainland of England, and sleep could be put off until after that. Father Anderson was their concern now, and they were determined to find out what had happened to bring about such a drastic change in their mentor.

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Ne perdas….: "Take not away my soul, O God, with the wicked: nor my life with men of blood."

Laudans invocabo…..: "Praising will I call upon the Lord and I shall be saved from my enemies.

Libera nos a malo: "Deliver us from evil."