Do The Claws Make The Beast? (ThomasRHellsing & darkangel76)

[darkangel76]

Beep... beep... beep... The faint blipping sounds of monitors and other medical devices resonated throughout the room, bouncing off the tacky yellow colored walls as both Magdalena and Lirael were forced to endure the torturous wait as he came around. According to staff, he'd been doing well and was continuing to do so. Of course, some of that news wasn't a surprise given things—given his oh so colorful 'history' and all. Still, Maggie wasn't about to let her guard down. Not yet. This new and strange body she was staring at appeared so frail and fragile as it was 'waking' to the new powers surging through its veins. Powers that would make mountains crumble and most living things cower in sheer terror. Her lips frowned slightly as wrung her hands together in her lap, her dark hair falling forward about her slender shoulders while she shifted slightly in her seat. Her blue eyes flashed fiercely as she continued to watch this new body—this body who was also her... father.

Lira just paced the room, her vivacious energy spilling forth with every step she took. Tiny noises insinuating her giddiness just rolled off her lips, which were quirked upward into a broad smile, evidence of her happy anticipation of the currently unfolding event. Looking over at her mother—Maggie—she wondered if she was just as excited. Blushing deeply, she felt like a spoiled child in wait of an extravagant present.

Many times, Lira's blue eyes would find themselves looking upon the man she'd heard so much about from her mother and from others, yet she'd never had the luxury of meeting since he'd died before her time. But finally... finally, she was getting that chance to reunite with the one who'd done so much for their people. He'd been notorious in his heyday and she hadn't a doubt in her mind that he'd reign mightily once more. Staff seemed to think all was going well and who was she to question medical authority? Biting down on her lip, she brought her hands up and began to play with her reddish-brown locks, twisting them—almost nervously—into a sloppy knot before letting them fall into loose curls down along her back.

Maggie looked at her daughter, at Lira, and shook her head. The girl was clearly too wrapped up in her emotions to see the gravity of the situation at hand, the fact that his return—though wonderful—wasn't going to be an easy process. His body would need training, need to recall. And time would be against them. It always was. Why was it that the young never understood this? She shook her head slightly and sighed as the young demon approached.

"How much does he remember?" Lira asked.

Maggie shook his head and frowned. "That's what we're trying to figure out and why we need to remind him."

Lira nodded, a hand moving to tug on a loose reddish-brown curl. "I see."

Maggie shifted and turned to look at her father, a newly 'woken' demon lord who desperately needed to reclaim his throne, his lands. He'd been gone for so long... so very long. And the war that had been going on had been fierce and brutal. She and Lira had been doing their utmost, along with their allies, to keep things intact, but... times were difficult as the forces of evil grew. She could only hope that this body would somehow survive the training she knew would be imminent.

Lira looked upon the 'woken' demon, the man who would have been her grandfather, and smiled. She could feel the heat sweeping her cheeks, no doubt making them red as the blood flowed through her veins. She waved shyly, giggling softly. "I'm Lirael, though most call me Lira. You wouldn't know me," she said, her voice going soft. "Wh-what can you remember?" she then asked, daring to reach out, her actions making Maggie gasp audibly.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas not Thomas, well it was him but it wasn't watched. Watched as a clan of Dragon Demons fought with him. They'd been displaced by the climate. He'd be damned before he let these freaks touch his kingdom his girls. The battle was vicious moving at speeds the former human couldn't have seen, but he knew his his mind's eye what was happening. 8 on one, the youngest a century younger then him. With a roar he ripped out one of their throats. Their scaled hies were tough, but against his poisonous energy, what Thoma felt the need to call Ki, or youki. The oldest dragon screamed as in pain as some of his poison hit him in the eye. Soon the creature were shifting surrounded by fire as their bodies grew to stories tall Dragons out of myth and legend. However instead of worrying about himself the warrior puled one of the Blades at his side. Raising it high he spoke almost a whisper compared to the roar of the dragons, even as the blade glowed a dark poisonous green, "Burn blade of the scorpion god!"

The resulting slash severed the nearest of the dragon's limbs and wing on the right side of it's body. It screamed and he umped using a second slash this one cut the dragon clean in half. gouging a hundred foot wide gouge of rock into the shore. It turned the sand nearby to glass. the Tiger demon knew the poisons from the blade, made of a demon considered a god in Egypt would dispose of the boy. Turning he used the blade to block one of the Dragon's tails. Unfortunately leaving himself open to a fire blades from the others. Feeling his skin burn, he knew he had to end this. Embracing the demonic energy in his core, he felt himself shift. Where once a man had been now stood a MASSIVE lion, the demon king. The ruler of all who stood before him. Three heads, each with a full main. the hair on his body was black as pitch and sharp as a razor. With a roar he began the fight. A fight that cost him his left arm. But he won. Until he felt them. An army the Dragon demon's followers, told to hang back while the emperors sons took him out. With a roar he raised a second blade and with a firm voice spoke, "Shred, Tiger's FURY!"

He'd poured energy into the blade, and swung, the massive slash of energy flew and spread out. The soldiers were made into red must their boats made into splinters. He heard as much as send the High Emperor dragon heading at him. The demon none dared to stand against. In his weakened body, he should retreat. but the king had lost his sons and his forces. Thomas knew if he didn't stop the demon his subjects would die. Raising the blade made from his father's fangs, the Demon threw every bit of power he possessed into the blade. A singe strike felled the Dragon god of the orient. But even as he fell he knew he was dead, The fall hurt, he looked at the royal retainer, Coyote the trickster god, and a true allie. He removed his fangs. Saying simply "See the SHE gets these, have them made into a weapon as infamous as the Tiger's fury. For it must die with me. Her half blood status means the blades of mine would over whelm her." His last action was say, "Bind, blade of Fury, blade of the scorpion, and blade ofo the damned!"

Thomas awoke with a start speaking in a demonic language he didn't even know "Damn, a fall from above clouds hurt like a bitch."

Looking around he said in English, "Rise and unbind Blade of the Tiger's fury, bade of the scorpion, and blade of the damned, your master needs you!"

As the three blades, each made from a slain god appeared a fourth blade appeared. Thomas chuckled, "I shouldn't be surprised, Coyote id love his tricks. The four god slayers, it feels right to have them so close."

Taking notice of the women in the room, he said, "I don't know how much I remember, I just saw his death so maybe I'm seeing things in the opposite order? How are you ding princess, and why does the hottie smell like us?"

Thomas Alexander Barbarossa Smith the 2nd, was not exactly what most expected when you talked about a demon god. The truth was, the reincarnated looked sexy. He almost looked like a male model but this level of perfect was rarely possible. His teeth were perfect, despite his canines being a bit long his skin was perfect, his hair was perfect. The twenty thousand dollar custom made three piece suit sure didn't hurt. A dark almost black red jacket and pants, while the vest and gloves fingerless after the second knuckle on each hand were “blood” red. His eyes were sapphire blue bright an glowing in a way that implied he was slightly confused in what he did. His hair was white two bangs hanging over his perfect face. The rest was brushed back. The back was in an elaborate Native American style french braid. Thomas looked like a high class party boy, ready to spend Daddy's cash. The fedora on his head that's main color matched his suit jacket and pants while the band matched his gloves and vest pulled the outfit together. An ace of hearts rested in the band, and a bullet hole was in the center of the heart. The clothes had appeared as the swords had. The demon king reincarnated blinked twice at his relatives saying, "I love the update spells on my clothes, but what the hell is going on?"

 

[darkangel76]

Maggie's blue eyes rolled slightly, though she sighed a bit as she heard a bit of familiarity in the voice that passed over those human lips. The face wasn't one she remembered, but as he spoke she could at least hear a hint of the demon she remembered before his untimely death so very long ago—when he'd been ripped away from her and all his people. Casually, she reached up and wiped a tear from her eye that had suddenly threatened to spill down a pale cheek. Turning her head, dark brown waves swishing over her shoulder as she twisted her small frame, she glanced over at her own daughter and gave the younger demoness a nod.

Lira was smiling, but it faltered slightly that she wasn't recognizable. Maggie knew full well that Lira had wished to know the great demon lord who'd fought so valiantly and triumphantly—his battles renowned, his victories legendary. A heat swept over Lira's cheeks, a stark contrast to her usual pale, as she looked upon the legend before her. Truly, this was a dream, a night to remember. She wished he could recall more of his history, of the magnificent wonders he'd done for his people and family. She looked over at her mother and then back at the demon lord.

"Of course you love them," Maggie stated plainly, a small smirk playing on her full lips as she brushed her dark hair back over her shoulder. She reached out to touch Lira's shoulder, her hand absently touching the reddish-brown tresses of the younger demoness. "I remember your tastes rather well considering how long you've been away." Her words were curt, but not cold. Anyone who knew her would know it was her way of coping.

"You've been gone a long time," Lira piped up, her voice soft, almost shy. Her cheeks were still a bit red as she pulled away and suddenly bit down on her lower lip. She looked at her mother and gave her a sheepish smile, only continuing after the older demoness nodded. "I'm Maggie's daughter. Lira. And, you... you died," she explained. "But, you've come back to us." Her smile broadened and that bubbly vivaciousness was beginning to resurface once more.

Maggie nodded, removing her hand from her daughter's shoulder and clasping them about her middle. Her casual lavender knit top rode up slightly with the movement causing her to grunt and then readjust the hem. Once satisfied, she rested her hands against her jean-clad thighs, rubbing them agitatedly against the denim material.

"Mother said there was a chance you'd come back," Lira went on, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her yellow cami-tank. "But everyone was beginning to think you wouldn't come back." Her blue eyes suddenly turned to look at the floor.

Maggie smiled at her daughter, her hand reaching out to touch her shoulder once again. "But Lira knew better," she said in hopes to build up the confidence she could see starting to wane in the younger demoness.

Almost immediately, Lira's face brightened, her eyes sparkling as she let out a tiny giggle. "Of course I did," she said while taking a step closer to the demon lord she'd so anxiously been waiting to meet. "I've been wanting to meet you," she said, moving closer, her black mini skirt swishing against her legs as she moved. Without thinking, she reached out a hand and touched his arm. Biting down on her lip, she asked, "It's okay that I touch you, right?" Her expression one of worry that she'd suddenly been so bold in front of a legend!

Maggie rolled her eyes as she watched Lira. She was enthralled to meet someone she'd heard so much about, who'd battled so fiercely for others. He was now back. Here. Slowly regaining memory. She just hoped he'd regain it before all was lost. As it was, they were still at war and losing fast. They needed to get home and the sooner, the better.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas sighed a bit, "He isn't back, well he sort of is, but not really. Most demons, or gods, or an amalgam of them are reborn. But he refused to be weakened to that degree. When a demon comes back it loses it's edge. Far too often they forget about their mortality. He'd raised a daughter he could be proud of and knew she could handle the kingdom. He regretted dying, but he never feared anything, and death least of all."

Tensing his fist, he felt his claws dig into his palm and blinked. Removing the claws, he wasn't surprised when the flesh healed. Taking a deep breath he said, "The truth is he's as much me, as I m him. The ritual was designed to unlock the full potential of a soul. That means I've got him, I've also got a hundred other life times worth of knowledge and memories like taking water sugar, salt, and cinnamon and stirring them all up to the point that you can't tell where one begins and the other ends. I'm guessing since the demon who was trying to sacrifice me to unlock the potential of his soul was absorbed into mine, that your father got the biggest boot, I could have just as easily taken on any of the other bodies, or even remained in my own."

Sighing he said, "I'm sure part of the reason why I don't know everything is because even a demon mind can be over whelmed, he was what 4 thousand years old, plus a hundred their lives each at least 20 years, plus my own life. All of those together would cause most people's minds to shut down. Not to mention the physical changes. A demon energy would rip my human body apart, and your father's energy even more so. My boy was forced to evolve too rapidly even for demonic healing. Luckily as time passes my body will become use to the demonic energy, and should be able to handle more of it."

Thomas seemed out of it as he said, "I refuse to be him, but at the same part any idiot can smell the blood on both of you. And most of my information is wrong now, hell I don't even have a license to drive with my new body. Plus demon sills and reflexes, not to mention senses would make working at Wal-mart both much easier, and yet even more hellish. I can't wait to test myself, the idea of claws instead of finger nails surprised e. But they cleaved right through those bastard bat demons."

Looking at his claws he said, "It's a bit weird, they were my first kill and yet despite the fact I know I should be a bit shocked, I was raised as an American child in the 1990's and 2000's, I always held a philosophy you hurt me or mine and god had better have mercy because I won't. I wonder if me and your father just had that in common, or if he was influencing that in me."

Thomas looked at the two of them saying, "I don't suppose it would do either of us any goo to say I was just a reincarnation and didn't want any trouble huh? His enemies would still smell him on me and come out of the wood work, and your enemies would be worried I'd get in their way an come out me."

Thomas blinked at the touch and shrugged, "Sure, well I think so. Keep your wits about you, I can't guarantee all of the me's agree with me."

Thomas raised his left hand, in seconds the sound of a TAZER filled the air. electricity arcing off o the claws. He willed his demonic energy to take a different form and soon his claws were glowing a dark forest green, that smelled like chemicals. Thrusting his hand the poison hit a vase of flowers, killing them instantly, also burning through the plastic vase they were in, soon rendering it and the fake flowers to nothing but boiling sludge. Smirking he said "Oh yeah, I could get used to this."

 

[darkangel76]

Lira's blue eyes widened and she rested her hand upon the legend that harbored the soul of her grandfather—the demon lord she'd never met, yet had heard so much about. He was there with both she and her mother, his soul 'awakened' and readying itself. It was an amazing sight to behold and would no doubt become a part of history, a new story to his continuously growing legacy. As she marveled, the corners of her lips turned upward into a tiny smile, her cheeks a tinge of pink as she watched history in the making. She glanced over at her mother who stood next to Thomas, her expression still a bit difficult to read. She could see the joy, but it was clouded with concern. A part of her understood the why of that. So much had happened while her grandfather had been gone.

"There are definitely too many of 'you' in there," Maggie mumbled. Her tone was acidic, but there was a hint of a smile playing on her lips as they formed a small pout on her angelic looking face. She reached up and tucked a dark curl behind an ear and shifted her stance.

Tilting her head, Lira looked from her mother back to Thomas. She giggled softly knowing that her mother was 'all bark', but little 'bite'.

"And I doubt the others would buy that either," Maggie continued. "Though it's good to see you haven't lost your sense of humor." With an air of nonchalance, she dropped her arms from about her middle and touched Thomas' shoulder. The touch was firm, but quick. All too soon, her hand was by her side once more. However, the gesture had been clear enough, the demoness was happy to see her father and demon lord once more.

Lira's smile broadened, her blue eyes sparkling as she watched the two banter. But her thoughts were quickly interrupted as Thomas' hands began to crackle with energy, green hues glowing about them before an electrical burst shot from them and across the room. The younger demoness jumped back, a startled shriek rolling from her mouth as she nearly toppled over the small table behind her. She quickly recovered her balance, though she was shaken and giddy.

"Now that was unexpected," Lira whispered through a soft giggle.

Maggie just rolled her eyes. "Oh, honestly," she said.

But Lira couldn't help herself, her giggles coming louder. "They'll have a run for their money if this is what he can do and he's not even at full power yet," she said, her tone confident and sure. She tugged on her yellow cami-tank before moving to smooth out her skirt. Looking at Thomas, she grinned, "If you're itching for battle, I'm sure you won't have to wait long. There are a few who will be after you once they realize you're back."

Maggie nodded in agreement with her daughter. "Very true," she stated matter of factly. "Though, before any battles are fought and training begins," she continued, her lips pursing slightly. "You might want to tie up some loose ends with your current life."

Lira bit down on her lip. Her mother had a point and she knew it. As much as she wanted to see Thomas—her grandfather she'd never known, legend and demon lord—in action, there were responsibilities that needed to be tended to first. "Anywhere you need to go to first? Family, friends? A boss? You're going to be gone a while," she mumbled.

Maggie shook her head. "More than a while," she corrected. "It could be a lot longer than that. Best to tie everything up in a neat little package and just come with us. So, where should we start first?"

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas nodded as he said, "I know how you people's "A little while" can mean a century or two. hell I remember during one of his few centuries off, the demon lord learned and mastered Chess, painting, the guitar, and the hoola hoop. Another he learned every form of dancing, and another 2 or 3 hundred languages."

Looking at his sort of but not really grand daughter, he said, "As for displays of power, trust me that's not that impressive. T heir's a reason I was known as the the man capable of slaying hundred demo with my mere presence, simply release of yuki, then shit it to poison. One time I burned an entire castle down around me when an army of stupid demons went r numbers of power. Of course such a thing I dangerous since my poisonous energy effects any and all around me. I tended to quit using the Aura of death, when my mate was pregnant with little Maggie."

Nodding he said, "I lost the ability when I traded it for Maggie's mother's life. I summoned Anubis himself and agreed one hundred years of my life of her to be given fifty years. She only lived to a hundred and fifty or so, before she asked me to let her die. She felt ready, and her body despite every lasting youth was becoming more of a cage then part of her life. She had a daughter who knew she was moved, and even though I regretted it, I summoned Anubis and said she was ready. Something about a humans soul, when it's time, it's really time. Of course in my long lie I had many womens and children. Some killed their mothers, others were still born, it was far more common then half of the time although more of mine continued to lick around. I' have to look them up sometime, Ixia loved Egypt and Tamole was my general in Argentina. I hope you didn't get into too much trouble my daughter, I know some of your pure blood brothers and sisters thought they'd inherit my lands. But you were the best option, capable and while you may not have as much yuki a your siblings, you were willing to win an cheat if you had too. Being a good lord is as much about the sharpness of your tongue, and wits, as it is about your blade."

Petting his not quite gran daughter he said, "I'm glad you didn't old something foolish like try to have a pure blood. I figured my advisers would try and talk you into it. One of them would have ripped you open my daughter, beside this little one doesn't seem too bad."

Demons were hellish to birth, and even more so when they were pure bloods. the demon child had the strength of both parents. this meant at conception it was twice as strong as it's mother. If the mother didn't train constantly the baby would at four months or so rip itself out of her womb. then when you added in youki alot of bad things could happen. Thomas's mother had been a pure blood Tiger demon and had barely survived aided because of his father's "Roar" which scared the prenatal Thomas into behaving. The woman had still been made infertile because of him. he added "I should look up my mother, I'm sure she's still ruling Africa with an iron claw."

Getting up, he wiled the four word to become invisible. Snapping his fingers the suit shifted it a bit past the knee cargo short, a a wife beater, a Hawaiian shirt, the blades hidden in a leather duster style coat. The gloves remained on his hands, and the hat on his head. Smirking he said, "The gloves and hat are binding circles, keep me from accidentally flaring my killing intent and youki.

Soon they were in the brightly lit halls of Wal-mart. Thomas moved towards the back to hand in his resignation. The supervisor rage and one tie intimidating growled, "Thomas, what the fuck you've bee gone thee days, no call no show, your lucky I don't kick your ass out of here so hard you BOUNCE!"

Thomas ground his teeth but before he could speak the man said, "Get your homo looking ass out to the unloading dock, and get that truck empty, before I dock your pay!"

Thomas smirked suddenly, moving towards the truck he said loud enough the other unloaders, two people for the 2800 piece truck, "MOVE!"

Thomas moved like a blur his claws shredding the thin but sturdy 8 inch steel back of the truck like it was paper machey. Pulling the blade of damnation he decided on a different tactic, and raised his right hand moving five feet away he said "POISON DRAGON STRIKE!"

The energy again dark forest green from for his hand however this time it took the form of an oriental dragon. The acid like energy meted straight through to the cabin of the truck, before is dissolved that, Thomas ended the technique, as the acid literally ate everything quickly spreading out to melt everything until only the back of the cargo container remained es then a minute after that only the tires, ten seconds later even the were gone Smirking at the puddle of goo, he turned towards his manager, who looked bout ready to piss himself, and said, "I quit, fuck you!"

He then turned around and left. Smiling at his daughter and grand daughter he aid, "I'm aware that was immature, but I'm a demon, a bit of property damage is in the job description right? besides I didn't gut the fucker like your father's first impulse was."

 

[darkangel76]

Maggie stood there watching Thomas as he let the memories of what were flood his mind. It was good that he was starting to remember. Better yet that most of those memories included names, places, such vivid detail. She had to admit it set her mind at ease given the tensions that had been rising as of late. His arrival in his 'awakening' had been utterly impeccable and it made her wonder if Fate had lent a helping hand. Smirking, something almost sounding like a tiny laugh bubbled up. But it was soft, a few puffs of breath, as she brought her hand to her mouth to stifle the sound before letting it drop casually to her side.

Meanwhile, Lira's cheeks were growing rather red, her lashes lowered as she turned to look at the floor beneath her feet. Thomas had reached out, his touch gentle as he praised and acknowledged her, making her feel special for all that she'd done in her life thus far and for all the assistance she'd given her mother.

"Thanks," Maggie stated as she held out her hand and suddenly inspected her nails. It was a nervous gesture, since she already knew they were perfect. But, taken slightly off guard by Thomas' compliment, her insides had done a turnabout. It was nice to hear the compliment, something she'd needed to hear especially after all the time that had elapsed. All too often she doubted herself, her abilities. Everything. And even now with things as they were—lands being forcibly taken, battles lost—she knew that had things would have been different had a different choice been made... Thomas' kingdom would be in ruin.

Lira's blue eyes glanced away from Thomas just then, finding the face of her mother. She gave her a smile as her body seemed to somehow lean a bit closer to the demon lord. He emanated a familiar and beckoning warmth despite the fact that she'd just met him and it drew her in completely, making her wish to know more, to learn more. Somehow she knew he had much to share given all that he'd seen and been through. After all, he was host to many souls now, all of which had experienced much over their lifetimes and added to the soul, which was his core essence. Truly, it even boggled her mind to think on such things

As the two demonesses then looked to Thomas, waiting for him to determine his first course of action for tying up his loose ends as far as mortal affairs were concerned, Maggie let out a soft sigh and approached the two by a few steps. She could see the way her daughter admired him, looking up to him with bright eyes filled with awe and wonder. It was clear to her as she watched the younger demoness blush, that her daughter was already quite enamored.

Just then, Thomas had made his choice and using the powers only fitting one such as himself, he shifted his clothes and had them all 'transported' to his location of choice—Wal-mart. Maggie glanced about the place as they materialized, Lira standing close beside Thomas, her one hand smoothing her black skirt as she stood there. They all made their way back to the office so that Thomas could handle his business affairs, but what happened next was a blur, everything happening so quickly and brutally.

Lira gasped as metal shredded, rubber melted, her cheeks reddening at the sight of such power. Maggie just sighed lazily, though a tiny smile could be seen on her lips as she pretended to yawn. Lira looked to her mother and then over at Thomas, biting down on her lower lip as she watched the scene unfold in its entirety. The human looked horrified, his face green as his eyes widened in frantic terror at what he'd just witnessed.

"This is what happens when you taunt a demon lord, darling," Maggie whispered to Lira. "It's a nasty business. Humans have grown a bit more distant in their respect in modern days," she continued. "Before you were born, humans paid homage and much more respect. But now, we are but myth and legend to them."

Lira nodded, her one hand tugging on a reddish brown curl. Moving away from her mother, she approached Thomas after he'd finished 'quitting' his job. "Well," she said softly. "Immature or not, I suppose he had it coming." She gave him a warm and reassuring smile, one that let him know she was trying to be supportive.

"Though, now we have a bit of a mess on our hands. Don't suppose you have a means of getting one or two of them," Maggie gestured toward some of the human onlookers. "To clean this up? Or, at the very least, explain it away." She smiled at Thomas, knowing full well he'd have a plan. "I do hope wherever else you have to go, you won't be so messy."

Another giggle left Lira, her hand moving to gently touch Thomas' arm.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas snorted lightly at his not daughter. Looking at her as he walked, he said, "Wal-Mart had over 5800 stores on all eight continents, it has no unions, over work their employees, follow the most lax safety protocols that will keep OSHA from getting involved. I always figured my hell would be this "Super store", and that was before I was a demon. It's a bit funny how The Morning Star manages to reinvent itself."

Knowing his daughter had never met the betrayer. He pointed at the Wal-mart Smiley face mascot, "Think about it daughter, "Thou shall not worship false idols", "Gluttony", "They shall not covet thy neighbors property". If your a single mother, or even a person forced to stretch two hundred dollars or a few weeks groceries, you come here. You pray for a good deal. Plus the entire five mile building is a "Temple of savings". It's funny, religious nuts say video games and movies are evil, and yet ignore the obvious."

Snorting a bit he said, "Hell, I wonder what would happen, if the religious realized Satan was the first one to make religion. Back in the old days I saw Angels angry as Christians were fed to lions. As the witches in Salem were burned. If Nero hadn't taken it too far then Rome might still be a power house. Raping Gabriel's human daughter because he was convinced she was a witch. Boy I bet She was pissed when her lead Angel set fire to the whole city."

A voice that sounded like sex personified spoke, "My my, look what the Lion dragged in."

To even their demon eyes the woman appeared like nothing special spiritually. Of course her body looked like sex personified. Legs that went on for miles, a caramel latina skin tone. A inch higher then the knee red and back skirt. 8 inch heels. A tight top that revealed a pierced belly button. A red top, and red finger nails. Lips blood red, and dark brown eyes, perfect raven hair. Net to her was a woman who reeked with demonic power, she smelled of snakes, obviously Egyptian if not for the other woman next to her she was the to attractive woman probably on the planet.

Thomas smirked, "Cleopatra, Lucillia, been awhile. I take it this appearance is because I said one of your names?"

The woman spoke, "You know me so well Liger boy, I have to admit, I sensed your soul being mashed up I'd hoped it would be destroyed, guess a girl can't get everything can she?"

Thomas put his hand on the blade of Damnation, "Call your forces off of my lands, or I go down to the Ninth circle an gut you again."

The woman laughed, "These aren't the old days, I got tired of actively seeking the humans destruction around World War 2. I broke up the majority of my forces, I'm not stupid enough to take you on."

Thomas nodded, "So me killing the forces encroach on my land doesn't break out deal?"

The most infamous betrayer in human history shook her head, "Feel free Son Linion the Goddess Slayer, you'd actually be doing me a favor. Those morons are getting sloppy. When the final war comes I'd rather have a few thousand smart soldiers then a hundred million idiots."

The man nodded, "Well then, until hell freezes over, or we next need to talk."

The former arch angel said, "Hey Hellsing, hold up a second, I've got some information you might like. Of course, if your wiling to go into the fight blind."

Thomas sighed, "What do you want in return?"

Luciel smirked, "How about your first child's soul?"

Thomas nodded, holing out his hand, "You may have the being on my current driver's license's first child's soul."

The devil smiled, and shook his hand. The energy surged. The woman handed him a large thick scroll saying, "Always so clever, things should be getting interesting soon."

The woman vanished, no smoke, no sound, just gone. Smirking Thomas said, "I figured she was testing me. Legally I'm no longer Thomas Smith, he died when my soul was unlocked. She gave me the scroll for a dead man's first son, I didn't have one so she'll never get anything. She's either worried or truly glad I'm back."

He opened the scroll and sighed, "Of course it's a scroll of destiny. Means we'll see bad things RIGHT before they happen. Stupid universe."

He handed it to his not daughter. Before nearly collapsing into a nearby bench. Sweating coldly he said, "That was Satan, when I saw her, felt your father pushing out urgently. Jesus Christ, Satan is real. And I fought him? Well your father did. My head is pounding. Can one of you two call the car?"

 

[darkangel76]

Both Maggie and Lira listened to Thomas as he spoke in the aftermath of his quitting his employment at Wal-mart. He definitely had a point and both knew that they were all better off being as far away from the company as possible. No sense in keeping ties. Besides, it wasn't like any of them were in want. Nor did any of them need a thing from the place. Leaving the place and it's management behind was definitely the right thing to do. It would save a lot of headache and none of them needed to deal with the various nonsense they seemed to dowse upon humanity—not that any of them were human, but... they were passable enough.

Lira smiled up at the demon lord, still in awe of the things he could do and the knowledge he held. No doubt it must've been difficult to sort through so many memories, so many lifetimes. She tried to imagine what it must be like, but it was difficult having never died before and thus never having had to resurrect and be placed into a new body with a soul to share. She bit down on her lower lip, her blue eyes full of wonder as she took in the sight of him. Just as they were about to leave the premises, a strange voice filled her ears causing her to perk up, for her senses to go on full alert. She glanced over at her mother who'd already turned to look at the beings who'd come upon the scene, the woman's eyes already narrowing as she sized them both up.

Maggie didn't know the two personally who'd just walked up as if they'd owned, not just the place, but anything and everything around it as well. It made the back of her neck prickle as her anxiety rose. Swallowing a lump that formed in her throat, she shifted and moved to cross her arms as she walked to be closer to Thomas and Lira. But her gaze never left the two newcomers.

Both demonesses listened intently as Thomas bantered with the two. Lira felt a shiver run along her spine as a chill seemed to fill the air. After they'd gone, a wave of relief washed over her, her muscles relaxing as the tension in the air seemed to subside. She glanced over at her mother and noticed that she let out a tiny sigh, barely audible, and let her shoulders slump ever so slightly.

"Interesting?" Maggie asked, her tone less acidic than it had been earlier. "I don't know if that's the word I'd choose," she added. Her flawless face showed genuine worry as she thought on those final words, the agreement that had been made... if some loophole could be found down the line.

Lira just giggled nervously, trying her best to shake off the chill that sill lingered upon her skin. She looked at Thomas and nodded. "Yeah, we should go," she agreed, her eyes flitting over to her mother for a brief moment. Maggie just nodded casually, her typical demeanor back upon her face once again. "I'm ready whenever you are. This place definitely doesn't agree with me." She reached down and smoothed out her black skirt.

Maggie sighed, her thoughts still reeling, though she wore an expression of calm. "I don't think it agrees with any of us." Looking at Thomas, she nudged him. "Let's go home." Her eyes then turned to Lira. "Call the car."

Lira nodded in compliance and retrieved a phone. After a few button presses and a quick conversation over the speaker, she'd requested that their driver bring the car around for them to pick them up. It was definitely high time they headed home. They'd done enough in the mortal world for one day.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas sighed a bit, "We still have a place to go, before we're done, I need to tell my girlfriend what happened, she's probably worried sick. Then we can go home."

When they got into the car Thomas told the driver the address, it was almost out of the city. Thomas smiled, "I think you two will like my girlfriend, we hooked up in Junior high. She isn't perfect, but she's a decent person. Even if she does have a bit of a crack and meth issue. But it's not that bad."

Looking at them he said, "As for the whole demon thing. Tell me if this is right."

Thomas took a piece of paper drawing three circle above, then five circles in the middle. Nodding he said, "We demons aren't technically demons, we're descendants of Gaia, or the first nature spirits gaia made. We're considered demons because some ancient religion said we were, but we're sort of like the Wolves in that Miyazaki movie more the baby eating virgin destroyers."

Nodding he said, "The next "Level" of demons are from Makai, or "Demon world". No one's sure where it came from, but basically it's sort of like earth, only the creatures their are more animal esk. They also find humans super yummy. More selfish then necessarily evil."

The five circles were each written on, the middle one "Earth" the one to the left "Makai", the one on the far left, "Hell". Thomas began speaking again, "Then Hell is where the fallen, Corrupted souls, bad things generally call home. These are the dumb fucks picking a fight with me and mine. Lucifer army."

Sighing he said, "Then to the "right" is Limbo and Heaven. Limbo is where Makai and the Hell demons go when they die. Also the reason for why Hells minions want to kill my family, because of the hidden key to Limbo that would let the dead Fallen walk the earth again."

Nodding he said, "Then of course you have random demons, who aren't "Demons" per say as much as Dimensional lost beings. Like Cathulu, or Carrot Top.

As they pulled up outside his former trailer he smiled. Getting out he held the door open for his not daughter and not grand daughter. As Thomas knocked on the door, a lanky 22 year old dove out the back window Thomas couldn't see him, but the other two demons probably could. As the door opened the only word for the woman was trashy. Hair in a high ponytail, a skirt so short she probably flashed gash when she sat down. A top two sizes too small, the woman was slightly round, and the tread mars on her elbows stood out, even if her body didn't smell like chemicals. Her smeared make up made it was obvious she'd been up to some physical activity even if her smell and the smell of a half dozen other men didn't give that away. He smiled walking in he said, "Aw baby, did you try and put your makeup on half asleep again?"

The woman nodded, "Yeah baby, you know how I try to look good for you, so did you bring your money? I was wondering why you hadn't checked in in awhile."

While Thomas was new to senses, the smells of drugs and sex in the trailer may as well have been steam in a steam room. It was only because he didn't know how to "place" the smells he was so calm. However the trashy trailer woman made one major mistake. She turned on a fan she was in front of. This caused her smell to practically nail Thomas in the face too potent to breathe and as his human mind pulled on information how to dial back his senses, Tigerion's memories showed him exactly what each of those smells was. In the space of a second he'd crossed the room and lifted the druggie slut by her throat. Growling he said "What the fuck, I thought you quit using and cheating on me really?"

The woman either stupid, or too high to realize Thomas was stronger the he had been before, chuckle, "About time you figured it out, loser. Everyone's bee laughing at you behind your back. Like a tiny dicked loser like you could get me off!"

Thomas threw the woman hard enough to crack three ribs into the wall. Yankig his hand back a ribbon of Youki formed a whip that could act almost like a light saber to flesh, as well as a whip. I Youkai culture cheating ad betrayal were dealt with as they had been centuries previous. While few tails of the demon lord's rage were well know, a few of his wives had carried scars for betraying him for decades. With a snarl he began whipping the woman, deep gouges of flesh pierced. After forty minutes the woman's back was a mess of bleeding wounds. A puddle of blood under her. He growled, "Daughter make sure she doesn't die, I'm going to collect my stuff."

Thomas blurred into his room. Three minutes later he returned form his room. Stomping out and cracking the door's glass despite it being bullet proof as he slammed the door. Definitely upset.

 

[darkangel76]

Maggie looked to Lira when Thomas mentioned they had one last place to visit before going home. Maggie could feel her own inner senses reeling as she watched the demon lord bring up this final location. Somehow she knew it wouldn't be a typical visit amongst mortals. No. This one was going to be different and from the way her skin was beginning to crawl, she had a bad feeling about it all the way round. Her blue eyes flashed, pools of sapphire, as they locked onto her daughter who looked a bit startled despite her nods of support. She had to smile at the younger demoness. The girl was genuine and heartfelt, the sort who showed loyalty—something she'd always admire about her daughter and forever cherish—no matter the cost. Many could learn from her example despite her youth.

"You have it right, Thomas," Maggie then said reassuringly after Thomas' slight, yet spot on, soliloquy regarding demon lore. "Though we should get going and get this over with," she continued, the hairs on the back of her neck beginning to prickle.

Lira nodded, biting down lightly upon her full lower lip. Strangely, a part of her felt a pang of jealousy that Thomas had a girlfriend. But then, why wouldn't he? He'd been mortal before his soul had been awakened and... Oh, how could she think such things at a time like this!? Thomas was a demon lord, a mortal whose body was now hosting the demon lord's soul along with many other souls. He was an entity of magnificence, something to behold in wonder. Just then, her cheeks began to flush with embarrassment.

"Well," Lira chimed in, her hand smoothing out her black skirt. "I'm ready whenever everyone else is." She looked at Maggie first, who gave her a nod and smile of reassurance. She then looked over at Thomas. The demon lord already began to shift his attire, preparing himself for the visit.

Swallowing hard, Lira poised herself and walked over to their limo. Maggie was close behind. It didn't take long before they arrived at their final destination amongst mortals for the day. Maggie sneered at the environment. It definitely lacked as the pungent odor of drugs filled her nostrils. Her head twisted and she locked eyes with Lira, her expression telling her daughter to let Thomas handle things with his girlfriend as he saw fit. The way she saw it, sensed it, things were not going to end well. She knew her 'father' well enough and he wouldn't be able to endure this nonsense for long, not without coming down hard on this... woman.

Lira glanced about, taking in her surroundings—sights, scents, all of it. And soon both she and her mother were greeted by an emaciated girl who, at one time, might have even been pretty. What happened next was a blur. There was an exchange of words as they went from civilized conversation to light banter to the worst sort of insults ever stated toward a demon lord. She gasped quite audibly, her breath caught in her throat as she looked from her mother to Thomas and back at her mother once more.

Maggie looked at Lira and gave her a sympathetic expression. Things were out of their hands for the time being as this was something Thomas needed to handle himself.

Just then, Thomas brandished a whip of demon energy. He'd thrown the disgusting human aside like the trash she was and let loose his wrath. For a moment, Lira almost spoke up to stop him, but a part of her was unnerved. The woman had been completely and utterly disrespectful. She'd been horrible to a demon lord, to the body that was hosting his soul that very moment!

As Thomas' body shifted, dematerializing so that he could go retrieve the items he'd set out to get—the reason for their visit in the first place. Maggie nodded. She went over to bleeding woman's body, her body a crumpled heap. She would certainly live, the drugs in her system doing their job and easing the pain she was feeling. Lira looked down, her heart lurching... though not for the woman, but for Thomas. He'd looked beyond upset as he'd left to get his things and the worry she felt inside began to grow.

Daring to be bold, Lira gave Maggie a pleading expression. "Mother, I..." she began, but she was cut off as Thomas stormed back outside. She looked over at him, her blue eyes blinking rapidly. Walking over to him, she softly asked, "Do you need any help with your things? I can help you... if you like." She gave him a soft smile, her heart pounding a bit. No words could describe how horrible she felt that he'd had to deal with such a woman. It just seemed so unfair, so unfitting, so... wrong. "Maybe carry something to the limo and then we can get out of here."

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas shook his head, his eyes burning with a hatred that had made demons back off. He turned to say something, only or the woman t pi at his feet saying, "Go on get out of here, big man likes to whip incident women did that make you hard Thomas?"

Thomas growled but stormed out. Throwing his things into the limo he let out a roar and brought his fist down hard into the dirt which split, a sign of his lack of strength control. Twice more he hit the ground, before the crimson in his eyes retreated back to blue growling out "She's right, 4 hours with power, and the first thing I do is bully everyone in my old life, so much or being a good person huh?"

Thomas was about to get into the limo, when clouds passed over the sun, a southern wind blew an he rolled his neck. Looking too the two half breeds he said, "Guess it's time to see if I'm decent demon lord."

Thomas didn't even bother to turn around, "Come on out Bartok."

Like an explosion a hundred shadows flew from a hole in the ground. Bat demons and to of them. Thomas still didn't bother to look at the leader, the bat was wearing thick leather, a stray thought mentioned that the Ninja had been the bat's human servants.

Raising his left hand, his nails visibly elongated an sharpened, these weren't finger nails but claws. A demon's first and last defense. Soon they were glowing a dark acid green. Thomas looked at his daughter and grand laughter "You two stay out of this, unless I fall then leave. Bats go for numbers over raw sills, but against the two of you, one touch of their fangs would drain a lethal amount of youki."

Thomas remembered a scene from an anime he liked, and decided to see if Ligeron could match Alucard. Closing his eyes only his claws were visible because of his speed. Five of the deadly claws streaked through the air, going invisible for a spit second before appearing behind a bat soldier. Who with a scream was separated into five pieces. For nearly a minute the claws moved a streak of acid green death evisceration, slashing, Even as the bats tried to bock they'd lose an arm or leg before a hole appeared in their chest.

After thirty bat soldiers had died the rest let loose a serious sonic blast that toe the earth up. Thomas was beathing heavily however he slapped the ground and forty of the bats screeched as the were electrocuted. Thirty left and less then two minutes. The remaining warriors tried another sonic blast, but the pure blood slapped the ground raising a only stone wall, which blocked the blast. However as it shattered pieces were grabbed ad thrown with savage strength. Bones were pulped and organs shredded. 20 left, Thomas again pulled on super speed, his whips blurring as he put 19 of them to shreds the youki whips doing their jobs.Thomas grabbed the remaining bat by the throat the general, he growled, "Swear your fealty to me and my clan or die and know everyone who wears your banner will follow."

The demon submitted and the marks of Thomas appeared on him and the surviving soldier with him. Thomas nodded, "Deal with your wounded, then come to my palace within 2 days."

getting into the Limo he sighed, "Those sound cannons were serious. Did you know I was an alchemist in the past life, your father never got it down but this guy was brilliant."

 

[darkangel76]

Maggie stood back, her arms at her side while Lira remained next to Thomas. Her blue eyes were soft as she looked at him, her head tilting slightly to one side causing her reddish brown curls to fall over her one shoulder in soft cascading waves. Absently, she tugged on one, her other arm moving to clutch at her middle. She could sense the conflict roiling within this magnificent demon lord, this one man she'd been longing her entire existence to meet. She envied her mother that she'd known him, known his other lives. But she knew nothing.

Nothing...

There was total detachment, yet Lira could feel that pull. It was as if a thread was somehow connected, drawing her ever closer, something deep within her that beckoned her to learn more... know more. She could see the power and influence he could hold and did. But it ran deeper than that. She glanced over at her mother, their eyes finding each others for a brief moment like two sets of sapphires blazing under golden rays of sunlight. Dropping the older demoness' gaze, she looked back at Thomas, her heart rate quickening just a bit. She bit down on her lower lip, her hand moving to nervously smooth out her black skirt.

Lira smiled then, her lips beginning to move and form words. As se reached out, her hand a bit hesitant, she was about to tell Thomas that he hadn't been a bully, that the woman deserved her fate... or worse. But, her words were cut off before she could start. Already those who had sensed his return were upon him, ready to pounce with all their might, all their vengeance. And they were out for blood.

Maggie winced at the sight of bat demons, their presence unwelcome and unsightly. Lira immediately rushed to her side, giving Thomas the berth he needed as he began to battle them with the precision and ruthlessness of the warrior he'd been renowned to be. Lira swallowed hard, her tiny hands clutching at her mother as she watched the scene unfold.

"Shh..." Maggie whispered soothingly in her daughter's ear. "Watch our Thomas," she prodded, nudging Lira to look, the younger demoness turning to see how Thomas was easily taking down the onslaught of minions—wave after wave—as they descended upon him. Maggie just shook her head and smiled. "That bat is a fool. A coward and an incompetent, incapable of doing anything on his own." A soft giggle erupted from her lips as she hugged her daughter. "Look at him, Lira. Look as Thomas takes him down." Maggie continued to shake her head. "He is not worthy of the lowest pits of Hell."

Lira couldn't help but giggle in return at her mother's soothing words, her head leaning against the older demoness for comfort as the two of them watched on with awe and pride. When the battled finally subsided, the bats taken down, the leader having no choice but to yield, both Maggie and Lira got back into the Limo along with Thomas.

"An alchemist?" Lira asked out loud. "Really?" A tiny smile played on her lips as she thought on all the different things Thomas had experienced in his other lives, how it must be to have so many souls inside his body... all of them speaking, influencing...

Maggie sat down and situated herself, her hands resting in her jean-clad lap. "You've had many experiences and lifetimes. No doubt you'll start remembering more of them," she said with a nod.

Lira nodded in kind, her cheeks a bit pink as she sat down and raked a hand through her hair.

"And that was quite a display," Maggie added with a smile. She glanced at Lira who was blushing. "Nice to see you haven't lost your touch and that you've added to our numbers." Her smile broadened. "We'll need the assistance. However," she continued. "Before any more come after you, we should probably head home so you can get some proper rest. Don't want to overdo it," she said.

Lira's cheeks just reddened further as she nodded in agreement with her mother.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas nodded, "We can head home but some changes are going to be made. Please tell me you two don't still use swords and armor for our kingdom's defense."

At their look he sighed. Telling the driver to head somewhere He got out they were at a bus depo. Walking inside, he shoved his claw into a lock, pulling out the contents he returned to the limo. Getting in he told the driver another location. Using memories he barely knew he had he said, "Something tells me we're going to start winning the war."

When they reached the location Thomas got out, a gun, looking at them he said "This is a Browning Automatic rifle it's over fifty years old, one of my past lives was a bank robber."

He cocked the weapon holding it level to his eye, he said, "You'll want to tone your hearing back significantly."

Pointing the weapon at a nearby tree, he pulled the trigger. The .45 rounds tore into the tree going clean through it, and half way through the bark of a second tree. In second the 400 round drum was empty. Walking over to the tree he said, "Tell me, what do you think that would have doe to those Bat demons or any other D rankers? add in a contact sensitive explosive, and each round will blow a basketball sized hole into our enemy. Wooden bullets steel bullets even silver bullets. Daughter, I want you to get into contact with our people in the United States military find people who can train our soldiers. Next purchase as many S.C.A.R.lighters and Desert Eagles chambered in 500 Magnum rounds. Also an ammo press, and recruit from our contacts as much Silver, and other metals we'll need when the war comes. The biggest issue with modern war is supplies. Get our magic workers working on ways to make fool proof supply lines. I was every soldier knowing how to work a gun. Also if possible the gun sealed to the soldier and locked so it will destroy itself before the enemy can capture it. Also grenades, buy as many as you can, the more we can get the better."

Blinking he said, "I'm an idiot, master alchemist, duh, ok."

Thomas drew out a long formula saying, "Ok get me 300 pounds of charcoal 3 pounds of liquid mercury, three pints of blood from virgins and elm ash, three trees worth. I'll be able to alchemical us up literally the combined volume of that in silver."

HE put a hand on his head. Taking deep breathes, he blinked twice, "Oh and I need as much salt as you can get. i now how to make salt into gold, and with it we can take over the demonic economy in a few weeks. Which will get us lots of favors."

Thomas looked at his not grand daughter and said "Aw aren't you a pretty thing bet you'd look even better with my hands wrapped around your throat, think I can make your face turn red?"

He froze reaching out, boo dripping from his left nostril. He chuckled darkly, "So many fun people, my claws will probably cut them better then any knife, do you think they'll scream for me?"

Thomas's eyes suddenly went vacant, his tone cracking as he said, his eyes showing fear, "What's going on, I WANT MY MOMMY!"

More blood ran from Thomas's nose as he let out a shrieking cry, like an infant. Dropping to the round. He then blinked twice. Looking at the formula written in German he said "Okay, mental notes to self, I have ALOT of past lives, some "Good" some rapists or pedophiles, best to be very careful when I go on the mental scavenger hunts. Second note, memories of either an aborted child, or one that was miscarried, not fun. Finally, I now apparently speak German, French, three different Native American languages Japanese, Chinese, German, and Vietnamese. Also baby, and dog, and possibly snake."

Holding his fingers to his bloody nose he said "Also, demons don't get nose bleeds, sooo I think I just nearly gave myself an aneurism. Let's wait a few days before we go digging for any more memories shall we?"

Thomas slowly headed toward the limo. The gun still in his hands.

 

[darkangel76]

Lira tilted her head as Thomas began to reach toward her, his eyes going distant, his voice... changing. For a brief moment, her blue eyes sought out those of her mother's standing across the way, but she only made contact for a mere second before they shifted once again to lock back with Thomas' gaze. Something was happening, something was... off. She bit down on her lip and swallowed hard, her mouth going as dry as desert. A nervousness had washed over her as her tiny hands gripped at her skirt's hem line, her knuckles going white from holding on so tightly.

Maggie let out a tiny sight. She could see what was happening... so many lives, so many souls. And all of them were roiling through Thomas' head, making their presence known. The demon lord had enormous control to handle so many souls at one time as most would go insane from hearing so many voices, so many thoughts—good, bad, everything... She honestly had to wonder how any demon wouldn't break after only incorporating a few souls while Thomas had thousands. It truly was a wonder. It always had been. As she watched her own daughter next to him, she had to wonder if she even realized... if she even truly appreciated what she was beholding just then in those moments.

"You have more past lives than you know," Maggie spoke, her voice soft, her usual acidic tone was gone and was replaced by that of admiration and respect. She'd always had respect for the demon lord. In truth, it was hard not to. But she also knew him well and thus was able to be herself without question and know she'd be accepted for it. But now was the time to show that side, that side she typically kept hidden and locked away and that was the one of the admiring daughter, the faithful demoness. "It's a wonder sometimes..." she added with a smile.

Lira glanced over at her mother, one hand moving to tug on a stray reddish brown curl. She then looked up at Thomas, her face softening as the fear ebbed. "Perhaps just a little at a time," she suggested, her other hand moving to gently touch Thomas' arm as she followed him toward the limo.

Lira got inside the limo first and Maggie followed. Maggie handed Lira some tissues and she immediate handed them to Thomas.

"Here," Lira said softly. "These will help." She smiled up at Thomas as she offered the tissues to Thomas for his nosebleed. "You really should be careful. So much in one day and you've only recently awoken."

Maggie nodded as she tucked her dark hair behind an ear. "Well, he was never one to sit idly by," she stated, her usual manner fully returned. She crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap.

Lira giggled softly, sweetly. "Still," she said, her eyes fixed upon Thomas. "I know you're powerful, but do please be careful." At that, she handed him another tissue, glad they were finally heading home where he could get the rest she knew he needed.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas looked at them, "The thing is, since I'm the one in charge I can literally see through a reincarnation, the problem is, the memories aren't mine, it's lie a book then can hide, or dissolve the words. I can force them to show me, but it's one taking and not a the ones hiding things are ding it for dangerous reasons. a few murders don't want to show me the actual murders, others are trying to save me for example the 14 year old who died in the death camps in world war two Germany. Unfortunately some of the more sick and twisted ones are "Getting off" on showing me and each other their worst crimes.".

Sighing he said, "Also, could you all stop praising him I get it, I sort of am him, but I'm not. Your father was cold calculating, and yet arrogant to an extreme. He knew the Dragon demons had ruled japan for centuries, hell some still run it, but instead of preparing his army. Instead of calling up his familiars, he decided "He was the great lord Tigerion, and HE would be able to take on the massive army all on hi own. Which left you weak and caused you to lose your territory. While I'm sure you made same bad decisions, if your father hadn't been arrogant he would have been alive, and no one would have eve TRIED to invade your lands."

Thomas got more angry the more he thought about it, "He knew your blood status alone would guarantee scene took a shot at you. How many decade, centuries have we been at war? He hadn't even taught YOU how to control the pure blooded instincts, or how to unlock them. Did you know that, that you can tap into your pure demon blood in certain situations a massive power boost, it comes at the cost of control, but training can allow you to use it with minimal issues. Your father didn't want to teach you because he wsa worried you'd turn on him, just as some of your siblings had. The idiot. Hell he could have used one familiar and survived that day. He had one Orochi the monkey god, who has water from a healing water spring a drink of that he'd have been back to 100 percent. Instead he decided to die an arrogant hero. I refuse to do that."

 

[darkangel76]

Maggie just sat back, her jean-clad legs crossed as she let her hands rest idly in her lap. Her blue eyes drifted down to stare at her hands before shifting to look over at Thomas as he spoke to her daughter, her eyes narrowing just slightly. She supposed she could understand his frustrations and even some of his anger... so many lives, so many souls. Her father—that one soul residing within this man who was the original demon lord, her kinds' king—he was by no means, any easy one to understand. She herself had always had difficulties understanding half of his decisions while growing up... just accepting them, going along and trusting in his choices. A part of her knew that one day she might learn the why of things and that a part of her might not like his reasons. Though, as she sat there and watched him sitting next to her own daughter, she never expected it to be one who hosted his soul along with the myriad of others, who'd be telling her such things.

Funny that...

Lira tilted her head, her reddish brown curls falling over her one shoulder as she looked at Thomas almost quizzically. She glanced at her mother out of the corner of her eye, taking notice of the demoness' expression. She knew her mother well and thus knew when the older woman was deep in thought, clearly reminiscing over times in the past, old memories of long ago... something she could hardly relate to, but wished she could now that the demon lord was back with them both. She bit down on her lower lip, her cheeks growing warm as they turned a deep shade of red.

"I... I'm sorry," Lira then said softly. After handing Thomas the tissues, she shifted back in her seat and curled up, her body turning so that she could look outside the window.

Maggie cleared her throat a little, pushing herself up in her seat. "She only knows the stories she's heard from a mother who's been missing her father," she stated. "She's never encountered a reincarnated demon before like I have." Her tone had found its acidity once again as she looked at Thomas, her skin bristling slightly at the sight of her daughter suddenly looking so dejected.

Lira looked over at her mother and gave her a small smile. Slowly she shook her head, an indication that she was fine and needn't cause a scene on her behalf. "It's all right, mother. I was naïve and..." she looked over at Thomas. "I'm sorry. I know I have a lot to learn, though I also know my grandfather was very powerful." She paused a moment, her eyes locking with his. "So, it is your job to make sure the same mistakes aren't repeated and that I learn what is needed to keep myself and my mother safe."

Maggie mused, "I can keep myself safe." Though she knew that was a partial lie. She just didn't want her daughter to worry.

Looking at Thomas, Lira continued. "Will you teach me, Thomas?" she asked, her body leaning forward slightly. "Will you make sure that we win this war?"

As Maggie watched from her seat, she held her breath. She knew this man had the ability and power to do it... and more. And for the first time in a long time, she actually felt a semblance of hope.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas seemed to think, and shook his head no slowly, but speaking quickly, "You can't win this war. Wars can be fought again, and again. We beat back out enemies, and they'll reform, or some new enemy will see us licking our wound and strike. This war is impossible to win."

Thomas drank some soda, clarifying for the half breeds, "But I will lead a force. A force of destruction. A tidal wave of death, surged by the blood of our former enemies, straight into the damned heart of our foes. Their will be no mercy no remorse. No regret. I will make our enemies and their friends fear US. I will win, in such a way as even a whisper of meeting my clan in combat has the speaker bludgeoned to death by his ow people, for fear we will appear, and leave no man, woman or child left. War wars can be won, or lost. But Massacres, total destruction of all who stand before us. Of their children their pets. The death of everyone they hold dear, while they watch. Then when death becomes a mercy to them, we'll move on."

Thomas looked up, "Speaking of which, TELEPORT!"

Thomas and his relatives vanished in a glow of light. Appearing in one of Thomas's more heavily contested lands. Thomas knew his daughter thought the land lost, 1000 soldier proudly wearing his banner were hunched over most wounded.

the generals came over bowing. Thomas began using spells. Soon a dozen Gatling guns were set up. He trained the most wounded upon them. Net lnd mines and a few brave soldiers with a special technique.

Thomas charged with 400 soldiers, into the camp of 10,000. Then Thomas showed modern strategy the demon exploding suicide bombers, even as the camp tried to get organized he shifted into his massive full ion form. the demon panicking ran towards the canyon Thomas had come from. A perfect kill box. Between the Gatling guns, and Thomas's breath of acidic youki. The demon were killed by the hundreds. In 2 hours it was over. Patrols killed a few demons who were wounded but not dead. One single demon was left alive to speak of the battle, although both his arms were removed. Thomas headed towards his remaining forces saying, "Find as many heads as you can put them on the extra tent poles cut down trees if you must. I want ANY fools who try and invade my land to see what became of the last fools who DARED to cross the house of Hellsing!"

The warriors cheered him, as the generals bowed in true respect. Thomas then spoke again, "Send word, anyone who brings me the head of an enemy soldier gets a hundred gold, per head. That will get the neutrals on our side and make our enemies have to be far more careful."

Thomas put his hand on both women's hips saying, "Teleport!"

As they appeared in his former life's room. He smirked, "Not bad, is it my daughters? I don't blame you for thinking he's the best. Truly death makes us see the best in family members. But remember he wasn't perfect, hell I'm sure I'll make lots of mistakes."

Thomas then blacked out. He'd used too much power. He'd need a weeks worth of sleep before he could function again.