Hello, guys and gals. Glad to have you reading this, 'cause if you are, you are really making ne happy. This here is my second story in this site, I had plenty of others but they were mostly in Google plus. This concept just came to my mind when I played Shadownman in my N64 emulator and watched Hellsing (Abridged, lol). Anyway, moving along, this story will be set after the events of Shadowman 2 and after Alucard's departure near the end of Hellsing but also before his return at the very end of it. The key characters will be Michael/Shadowman and Seras but more will show up later. Don't want to disclose too much or break the surprises, there might be some P.O.V (Point Of View) switches between the characters too. There will be some OC's but don't see them as forced inserts but rather complete characters with purpose. That said, hope you enjoy this as much or more than I did writing it ;)

Chapter 1: Born to raise Hell.

[Present day. Louisiana, New Orleans]

Sitting on a bar, trying to enjoy his free time, was Michael LeRoi. The current Shadowman. He hadn't been sleeping enough as of lately. It had been over 17 years since he stopped Legion's Armageddon plan, and up to 15 since he had killed Asmodeus.

Things didn't change much for him afterwards, at the time he was a tad tired from all of Nettie's tasks and assignments. As Shadowman his stamina was endless but not in the Liveside, as a human. He was exhausted so he figured out he would have to take a break, albeit a short one, knowing the odds.

When it was terrorists or human threats, either the military or a certain bleach skinned super soldier would handle it. When it was about the supernatural, the inhuman, that was his call. This proved true when his boss, Aunt Nettie appeared in front of him.

"Enjoying your time, Michael?" Mike would have been surprised if he wasn't initiated. But he was, more than just that, he was the Shadowman. He knew what she came for.

"Dearest Agneta, may I ask what brings you here despite how obvious the answer is?" Mike asked keeping his composture and cool as much as possible. Nettie just sat down quietly and told him what he had to hear.

"I need you today, Michael. I had a vision, a prophetic dream of the chaos to come. Dark forces are involved in it and they are hungry." Michael listened to her words carefully, sipping his drink to not waste it. "There's an organization called Hellsing."

"As in Abraham Van Hellsing?" Asked Michael, being well versed in those legends, especially the dark ones. Nettie just nodded and proceeded.

"As you can imagine, they take care of monsters, demons and other dangers for the sake of mankind." Nettie went on to tell him about their story and about their asset, Alucard, formerly Vlad Tepes and Dracula. Michael knew he was more than a myth but he didn't know he was that real. Made him wonder how people didn't spot him in all those years.

"Integra is more than capable of leading but she needs a lot of help and protection, which is why she had Alucard to take good care of her but he is long gone now. If my visions hold true, we have an enemy in common and Hellsing will be the first target as they're the ones with the most chance to stop him."

"Don't play any noun or vague games with me right now, Agnetta. Do you honestly know who's behind the enemy lines, pulling the strings?" At Michael's request, Nettie just pulled a folder containing all files on the subject and handed it to Michael.

"Father Mathias Drake. All you need to know about him is in there. It should do you some good, if you can hand that to the people at Hellsing, they should have an easier time finding him."

"A priest? Now that's just rich." Michael said of his overall fachade. He then started reading what seemed to be the man's description and story and it already struck him as supernatural. 7 ft tall, caucasian, bald with a slight beard, not too exceptional. It was his records what caught Michael's eye.

He was reported to have been caught in a fire in october 1997, shown without any visible scars next month, pronounced the only survivor of a catastrophic train wreck back at 2000, pictured preaching for a small community in Mississipi 4 hours prior to a plane crash in Alburquerque yet spotted leaving flowers on it's wreckage by the time the authorities even got there.

Added to more inconsistencies, the last picture of the man, suspected to have been taken before an arms deal back at 2016 showed him with no considerable aging at all from the previous ones. The pattern that Michael saw there was that he was always holding a praying necklace in a distinctive manner. The info suggested that he uses the churches where he worked as fronts for illegal activities. But he knew there was more to it. Despite his good fachade, Nettie's connections got him, linked and pinned him to England, where he got in touch with some scientists who formerly worked for a dead nazi organization called Millenium.

"So you're telling me that I have to go babysit for an organization that is not even supposed to exist while keeping them from the hands of a diabolic priest? Surprisingly one of the least crazy jobs you have given to me." After a deep sigh, Michael just asked. "When do I start?"

"Tomorrow. You will go to England. I need my eyes to oversee all of this. Try to track him down, see what he is up to. And if you do come across Hellsing, just try to stay on their good side and get their help. You might just happen to meet their current vampire guard, her name is Seras Victoria. You will need each other, remember that. Feel like you can you handle all of this?"

"Will do my best, Nettie. Can't assure this will work, though." Said Michael as he gathered his stuff and put it in a bag, getting on his feet.

"Just come back in one piece, Michael. And don't play around."

"But then where would be the fun?" He asked with a smile. He paid his drinks and left the bar with a bag full of his stuff at hand and waving goodbye at Nettie, now set on his quest.

[At the docks, 1 hour later]

Michae went on board and took the trip on a boat. Once there, he just stared in the distance at his next destination, thinking deeply on that.

'The world is in constant peril, some times of monsters and outer dark, some others from itself. Once again, I'm called to save it. I don't know if I can be more than just the asshole of the universe but I'll do my best. Maybe it's just that I'm the best the world can afford. I can't fix it but I can stop it's destruction at least, stop it from being even worse. Tomorrow, I will see the creatures of the night and face them on their own ground and game. Perhaps the ranks of Hellsing will prove valuabe as allies. If I do meet these people, I can only hope that they're up to the reputation they have earned.'

After this inner monologue, he sat to sleep a little on the way. He really needed it. His arrival was in the morning.

The next day, after arriving on England, Michael walked through the streets looking for the first blood. He pretended to be a tourist to not call much attention and pulled out a map that Nettie gave to him, with all the secret passages and suspicious areas marked. Typical of Nettie. After walking enough distance, Michael just sat down in an alley, letting time do the rest. He was in an abandonned block.

It was almost night time in there, which would have prompted Michael to hurry into a darker place before transforming, hadn't it been for the lack of pedestrians to witness the happening.

'If they haven't noticed Dracula from all people, if I can call him people, I doubt there will be someone paying mind to me.' Thinking that through, Michael just waited and stared at the pale moon from the alley as it became night time.

The power of darkness and shadows flowing through his veins, revitalizing him, giving him a purpose and meaning, turning him into something else entirely, something among the lines of a real boogeyman, Michael just embraced it and let it flow further. Although there was no one to hear, the transformation broke the silence like a stone slamming against a body of water, right before it resumed it's normal shape.

When he walked out, there was only Shadowman to look at. Flaming blue eyes, lit and blazing like torches, the mask of shadows visibly knitted to his ribs, his lack of shirt revealed his exposed bone structure on the torso and blue light on his insides, just shining.

He pulled his shadowgun from his satchel, which was far deeper on the inside than it looked from the outside, courtesy of Nettie's magic. He had heard of a strong armed fellow with a similar one, hanging around with a young archer, didn't know either though.

'I have to admit, It's good to be back. The power, the tension. How ironic, becoming death is what makes me feel alive.' Shadowman then went out for a walk, searching for his target.

He used his heightened senses to pick up any signs of trouble nearby. This street was supposed to be where Drake would hide his little nightmares. Couldn't risk them catching any sunlight, could he? They had to be hidden in the typical and cliche warehouse where a fight could ensue. But as he walked closer he heard some distinctive sounds that indicated a fight, or a slaughter actually. He went towards the origin of the noise, the front of an abandonned building. The thing was messed up badly but it still stood for now. According to the data, Drake owned the site and used it as an orphanage but one day he closed it for being in bad shape. But it was pretty spaceful, and the files noted that he was seen around it lately, receiving some crates and mysterious packages.

'Now what could this be?' Shadowman wondered as he made his way towards the main entrance door after skipping some fences and warning signs.

The door had been forced. It had a broken lock, suggesting someone was in there already and had arrived before him. But why break into a place that belonged to them? Drake surely had keys or people in charge. No, this implied a third party involved. The way the entrance got forced made Shadowman think the individual had to be pretty strong but at the same time relatively small since a big man would have left bigger footprints.

With his gun out, he dared venture inside. He didn't turn any lights on to avoid detection. He walked down some hallways, noticing some blood splattered walls. Creepy, but he was used to it. The noise intensified, he could now tell the details, blood splashing, flesh torn apart, bones cracking and even a few bullets. He went for the back door, which led to a backyard but at it's left there was a broken window, which allowed to catch a glimpse of the scuffle.

Once in there, he looked through to see a girl in uniform standing surrounded by what looked like ghouls. He was surprised to see how well the girl was handling herself, brutalizing every monster on the way, smashing their skulls and punching their guts out. That explained the footprints he saw earlier, they were hers. The thing he noticed about her was that she was most likely a vampire. The red eyes and pointy fangs gave it away. No ordinary police girl could be bathing in blood and pretty much dancing through the beasts like that. He figured out this would have to be the vampire that Nettie mentioned as the enforcer of Hellsing.

'She's good at this. But she could use a hand.' Shadowman thought to himself. Since there were more ghouls coming from the sides he decided to give her a hand and introduce himself later. He vaulted over the window, into the backyard, grass and trees surrounding him, as well as the ghouls. He aimed his shadowgun at them, then fired and let the magical bullets rip through the air to do what they were made for.

The girl saw how the fiends around her got their heads shot off before she even got her hands on them.

'I didn't even touch the bastards.' She thought to herself in confusion. She turned to see the Shadowman with his gun at hand.

"Need some help here?" He asked. She blinked in disbelief before lifting her rifle and shooting the ghouls coming from the windows behind Shadowman. She then fixed her sight back on Shadowman.

"Who are you?" She questioned.

"Questions for later, darling. Right now let's focus on the problem at hand." Michael then aimed his shadowgun at the horde that busted through the walls. The girl was amazed to see that the weapon didn't shoot average metal bullets but rather shrieking souls as projectiles.

'Now who the hell is this.' She wondered, but she regained her focus and blasted more of the undead with her rifle. Some of them rose from the dirt beneath them, stretching heads and arms out but Shadowman shot them off as they popped, while his new companion just stomped and squished them like grapes. A few more jumped from the rooftop intending to land by surprise but the two of them aimed their weapons at the incoming ghouls and gunned them down before they even landed, letting drops of blood and chunks of rotten meat and bone rain down on them. After they were all done for, Shadowman absorbed their dead souls, gaining more energy for himself.

"Care to talk now?" The girl questioned, spitting on what was left of the creatures and putting her rifle to rest on her shoulder. It was a big rifle on that.

"Oh yes. My name is Michael but at this particular time, you can call me Shadowman. You must be Seras Victoria. Sent by Hellsing?"

"How'd ya know that?" She asked, more intrigued than concerned.

"My boss. She speaks highly of you and Hellsing as a whole." Shadowman replied.

"Now I'm flattered. Say, you're not from 'round here, are you?" Asked Seras, knowing that the inhuman monster slayer in front of her had never stepped on her ground before.

"You're right on that. We come from different worlds, Seras Victoria. But tonight they collide. They have to. Have you ever heard of Aunt Nettie?"

"A little. So the witch sends you off alone in order to to clean up a supernatural mess?"

"Yeah. Doesn't that sound familar to you." Seras just smirked at that.

"It does." She said, realizing the man was very much like her in that aspect. "I've heard some things about you too. Thought you were just a tale to scare vampires and shit."

"I'm as real as you get. I take it you were sent by Integra to investigate."

"More like anhilate but yeah. Broke in a few minutes ago, then the bastards tried to gang up on me. Didn't go well for them." She glanced at the remains of ghouls and chunks of them scattered all around.

"Listen, I will go take a look inside, you're free to follow me. The man pulling the strings wouldn't have settled for a pack of fodder. There's more to it." That said, Shadowman headed back into the place after kicking down the door.

"Sure, lead the way." Seras said, not knowing full well what Shadowman looked for. She only expected a casual hunting mission but Integra said nothing about a conspiration or a voodo warrior showing in her way.

Once inside, she followed Shadowman to a study he suspected was where the big fish kept tabs on the operation. She then asked questions.

"So what or who exactly are you looking for?"

"The heart of this mess. Take a look yourself." Said Shadowman as he handed her the same folder Nettie gave him, before entering the room. He walked towards the table with the books and notes on the experiments and picked them up.

"Integra didn't tell me anything of this."

"That's because they don't want her to know what hit her. But now we do." He then read out loud a message that he found out was sent from the main computer.

"Mr. Drake, the experiments are going as expected. Your nightbreed is pretty close to reaching it's ultimate state. The trucks should be leaving soon enough, we are ready for our next meeting. We left some of the less fortunate creatures to guard the safehouse, just in case somebody goes snooping. Once finished with the operation, I plan that we burn down the places to erase the evidence, Hellsing's forces have started tracking us and it's only a matter of time. So I set a timer. Two hours from now, the first lab will blow up. We'll be passing to the next phase soon."

"-Yours truly, Dr. Randolph.-"

That last part really alarmed Seras.

"How long ago did he send the message?"

"1 hour and 59 minutes." Without wasting any time, Shadowman grabbed as much papers and diaries as he could and kicked apart the door. He grabbed Seras by the wrist and shot a hole through the nearest wall. Running wild and dragging the girl with him, Shadowman jumped off the small building. He wrapped his arms around Seras to protect her from the blast and the fall. Perhaps she didn't need it, being a superhuman vampire, but Shadowman had to make sure. When they fell, his body took most of the fall and damage, the building going out in flames as they touched the street. Shadowman just shrugged it off and checked up on Seras.

"Feeling fine?" Asked Shadowman without thinking of himself.

"Yeah. I think your ribs broke my fall. Why'd you do that?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the moment, don't sweat it." The two of them fixed their eyes on the fire that had been started and the remains of the building.

"And there goes your lead." Seras commented as the flames rose.

"It's okay. But I need you to take me to your boss. She has to know of this before it's too late."

"Too late for what?"

"I'm not too sure. But it's going to mean endless destruction and waste for all of us. We should get moving." Said Shadowman as he got on his feet, waiting for Seras to lead him to Hellsing manor in order to meet Integra.

"Fine then. Mind if I ask you some questions on the way?" Seras asked out of curiosity. She couldn't tell why she was so quick on trusting the man, perhaps she found him to be a warrior and a survivor, just like herself. She respected that and could relate to him.

"Fire them up, sis." Shadowman said as he walked alongside her. He started to like her enthusiasm.

"How long have you been working for Nettie, doing this kind of stuff?"

"Two decades, hell of a job."

"How many monsters have you killed?"

"Hundreds to thousands. On my first years."

"Which were the worst ones?"

"There was Legion."

"As in the biblical demon?"

"Exactly that one. Also Asmodeus."

"Are there more like you?"

"Were. There's a long line of Shadowmen in history and I'm the current one. The best Nettie could afford I guess."

Seras would have asked more, but both of them stopped when they saw a limousine steering and flashing next to them. Shadowman gripped his gun but Seras held his hand softly, signaling him to stay calm as she recognized the vehicle.

"It's okay, they're with me." She said, reassuring Shadowman. Then a door opened and the chaffeur signaled them to get in. Shadowman followed Seras as she hopped in, sitting cautiously. Once inside, they were welcomed by the dark gaze of a silver haired woman that Seras showed a lot of respect to. Shadowman could already imagine who this was, impressed with her entrance and approach. Instead of waiting for them in the manor, she picked them up after she saw the explosion, which led Shadowman to believe she kept an eye on them earlier. She then looked at his eyes and broke the silence.

"Greetings, Mr. LeRoi, and welcome. I hope my arrival was in good time." Shadowman wondered at first how she knew his name. He figured it out soon. Nettie. He then played along.

"It was. It really was, miss..."

"Hellsing. Integra Hellsing. Though I prefer sir."

"Right." Shadowman then pulled all the info he had on Drake and his uprising. "We need to discuss some things. It's urgent."