The Black Priest- Prologue

(This stroy is the property of Dark-Moon-Master)
DMM: I give credit for this stories creation to my rather annoying muse Anne, who has an unhealthy obsession with vampires and, hate for the catholic church. But without her nonstop, mind numbing, moronic blather in the back of my mind, this depressing, gore filled, chaos ridden, and yaoiful story would never have been created. I suggest you save what’s left of your innocence and sanity by clicking the back button now. Those of you who wish to continue, may the gods have mercy on your souls.

Anne: DMM claims no rights to Hellsing or any of its characters. Let the horror, excitement, and explicit yaoi, begin.
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Prologue

The old priest waked serenely through the burning village towards the church. He walked as if the carnage going on around him did not exist. The tall and rather rough looking man behind him was less nonchalant. His flinty eyes took in everything and revealed nothing. His right twitched, instinctively going for the sword strapped to his side. Together they climbed the steep incline of the hill the church was perched upon and walked through the great door which had been thrown open by an overeager soldier who now lay dead on the floor.

Inside the church a haggard and frightened looking group of women and children huddled together in fear, watching them warily. Kneeling in front of the alter was a man that, even when bent over in humble homage, radiated power and authority. Finishing his quiet prayer the man slowly rose to his feet and turned to face the newcomers. In his hand rested a sword that looked as if it had been forged by demons and gave off a cold menace that promised retribution. Despite the swords obvious weight the man stood as if it weighed nothing at all. While his sword radiated menace, his face showed an inner peace that could stop even the most violent of men.

His deep and resonant voice filled the church with music as he spoke. “Welcome, you’re Eminence. I have been expecting you for quite some time now.”

The old priest bowed his head in greeting. “Your welcome is less than warm, young Veloris. I had expected more from an old pupil of mine. Then again, you never did meet my expectations, did you?”

The young man smiled mirthlessly. “I doubt anyone with a heart could meet your expectations, old buzzard. As for the welcome, well, I can only blame myself for being rather eager to destroy your minions and thus keep them from hurting my family.”

“Your ‘family’, as you call them, have committed a grave crime against god by housing a demon such as yourself. You have warped their minds and corrupted their souls. They must be purified.” the old man stated in a voice like poison.

“It is you who has been corrupted. By your greed and vanity you have sentenced your soul to an eternity in hell. No other punishment can atone for the crimes you have committed against gods children.” The man’s voice echoed ominously throughout the church.

“How dare you?! You are a demon who masquerades as a human and feeds on the blood of others! Your soul was damned the moment you took your first life! It is you who will suffer an eternity in hell!” the priest screamed, his eyes taking on a mad gleam. “Luckily I have brought with me one who will make sure you are no longer free to poison good Catholics with your lies.”

The rough looking man behind the old priest stepped forward, sword drawn. He had been listening the entire time and was of the opinion that the old man was mad. He obviously didn’t know the difference between a virtuous vampire and an evil vampire(1). The man before them was obviously a virtuous vampire. His body practically glowed with divine presence. But he was being paid to kill him, and once the vampire was dead the village would be safe. That didn’t mean he agreed with what he was about to do.

The vampire seemed to know what he was thinking because he nodded in understanding. Turning to the group next to him he spoke in reassuring tones.

“Take the children and head for the old wolves den in the forest. Don’t come out until the fighting has stopped and you think it’s safe.”

“But what about you Father?” one of the younger women asked.

“Don’t worry about me child. God provides for the faithful. I walk with his divine light always.” He replied, telling them in his own way that he accepted his fate.

One of the older women understood and spoke to the girl.

“Come child. Father Damien knows what he’s about. We’d best go before anymore soldiers come.” She and a few others began herding the children out the churches back door.

The old woman looked back at Father Damien before going, “You be careful Father. It’d be a right shame if you left us fer good. God be with you.”

“God be with you as well Margerie.”

And with that the old woman followed the others into the night. Father Damien turned his attention back to his ‘guests’. The Hunter crouched into a fighting stance and braced himself for inevitable charge. He was confused when all the vampire did was raise his hand at him. That confusion faded like snow in July when he saw the spell light headed his way. The Hunter quickly dodged to the side before charging his opponent.

Father Damien raised his sword to meet the others. What ensued after was an epic battle of strength, wits, and magic. The old priests mad laughter echoing around them, discordant with the ring of steel against steel.

It soon become obvious to the Hunter that the vampire was holding back. His blows barely matched the strength he knew the creature possessed. His spells were always slightly off course. The vampire obviously knew his time had come and was only fighting for the benefit of their ‘audience’.

Damien began weakening his blows even more, knowing the Hunter had finally caught on, making it appear as if he were slowing. Soon their mock battle ended with him on his knees before the Hunter, his summoned sword vanishing in a puff of black smoke. Damien closed his eyes and a peaceful smile appeared on his face. He uttered one final sentence before the Hunter’s sword took his head.

“I will return, and woe betide those who stand in god’s way. Amen.”

And with that his body turned to ash. The only clue left to who had been was the copper cross that lay among his remains. The Hunter sheathed his sword and lowered his head in respect. Never would he again know such an honorable opponent. The vampire, despite his nature, had been a noble person, and a true servant of god.

Soon afterward the mad priest pulled back the soldiers and let the villagers to rebuild their home. But not before executing a few for his own entertainment. The Hunter received his payment and left, never to return. To this day no one knows what happened to the ashes of Father Damien. Yet he lives on in the spirits of the villagers who vowed never to forget the man who showed them the true light of the One God.

The End

2/11/09- Announcements

First I would like to thank everyone for putting up with the lack of updates. I promise to try to be a little more regular with my updates, but I make no guarantee's. Now on to business. I hope to soon be posting the next chapter of My Yaoi Story;by LucifersCousin, along with the first chapter of a new Hellsing story being written by Dark-Moon-Master. Please be patient.

My Yaoi Story- Chapter Two

(This story is the property of LucifersCousin)
I deny any and all rights to the characters of Inuyasha. They are the sole property of Rumiko Takahashi and this story is merely something I came up with to pass the time. The only thing I own is my imagination and Kagome's cousin Akira, who is a product of my over heated brain. Thank you.
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Last time......

Inuyasha instinctively drew back from the enraged human. His instincts were telling him that this human was fully capable of doing what he said, and that terrified him. It also irritated him that a mere human was capable of actually hurting him. Getting up the hanyou humans an irritated ‘feh’ and headed towards the village.

Shaking her head at Inuyasha’s antics Kagome grabbed her cousin’s hand and began leading him towards the village. She couldn’t wait to see the others reactions when they saw him.
They were unaware of the being watching them from the surrounding trees.

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Chapter 2

Sesshomaru was furious.

He'd been tracking Naraku for almost two days, but the scent had up and disappeared at the edge of Inuyasha's Forest. The only thing he could smell now were the natural scents of the forest and the half-breed. Inuyasha's scent trails were everywhere. Some old, some new, they ran back and forth, side to side, up and down. He couldn't breathe without scenting his half-brother and it was giving him a head ache. To make it worse, he had to listen to that annoying toad thing (a.k.a. Jaken) that followed him around complain nonstop. He wished he could just kill the worthless parasite, but if he did then he'd have no one to watch over Rin when he was away. Sesshomaru really needed to kill something.

He decided to hunt down Inuyasha. He had long ago given up on wielding the tetsaiga, but that didn't mean he couldn't continue to try to rid the world of the worthless mutt. Besides, Inuyasha might actually have some useful information concerning Naraku. If not, well, fighting Inuyasha had always proved to be an effective way to release his pent up rage. If nothing else he could pay Inuyasha back for the arm he'd cut off two years ago. It had finally grown back, but his pride had yet to recover from the blow. Yes, a fight with his half-brother would definitely help to improve his mood.

Mind made up, Sesshomaru located the freshest scent trail and began following it. The toad thingy, realizing his lord was leaving, grabbed Ah-Un's reins and ran to catch up. Rin was asleep on the two headed dragons back, unaware of the toad’s distress. None of them were expecting the surprise fate had in store for them.
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Reaching the outskirts of the village Kagome grew increasingly nervous. She had no idea how the rest of the group would react to their newest addition, and didn’t dare guess how Akira would react when meeting them. Her cousin wasn’t exactly known for his tolerance levels. He could be the most patient person in the world, but put him in the same room as someone he found irritating and he might as well be a hormonal demon. Akira didn’t like stupid people. Sango he might like. The demon slayer was loyal, intelligent, kind, and Kagome saw her as an older sister. That last part alone would earn her brownie points in her cousin’s eyes. Miroku was another issue all together. The monk was perverted, occasionally dense, and forever looking for a good time. But he was also kind and wise. She knew without a doubt that Akira would like Shippo. The eccentric metal worker had a soft spot for small children that was surprising in a man with his temperament.

While Kagome had been fretting they had reached Kaede’s hut. Kagome stopped and turned to face Akira. Her cousin raised a brow in a questioning manner. Taking a deep breath Kagome prayed for divine interference should her cousin take offence to anything she said.

“Look, I know my mom asked you to keep an eye on me and protect me from danger and all that, but these people are my friends and I don’t want them to get hurt. I don’t really care if you beat up Inuyasha since he’ll bounce right back up anyway, but I would really appreciate it if you would try to be somewhat civil with the others. They don’t know that I have a cousin, and they’re already gonna be pretty shocked. I don’t think they need to experience your brand of violence just yet. Okay?” Kagome was amazed she managed to say all that and only get a glare in return. Though it was a pretty scary glare.

Kagome stared at her cousin expectantly, not letting him enter the hut until she was assured his good behavior. Giving in with an exasperated sigh Akira nodded his agreement reluctantly. Satisfied Kagome turned and entered the hut. The group was sitting around the fire talking when the two entered and looked up at the sound of footsteps. They smiled at Kagome while staring at her ‘companion’ curiously.

‘So far, so good.’ Kagome thought. ‘Now, how to keep him from killing Miroku?’
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LC- Sorry this chappy is so short. My inspiration took a brief trip down black hole lane.

Akira- Why am I not surprised?

Inu- Because the guy is a procrastinating moron.

Akira- That was a rhetorical question.

Inu- Waz that?

Akira- Never mind.

LC- I’ll try really hard to bring the next chapter to up to more than like 600 words. Ja Ne!