Hadesscreamby Marcbot2004ChaptersHadesscream I:A Moonlit Night.Hadesscream II: The Undead Protectors.Hadesscream III: Aftermath.Hadesscream I:A Moonlit Night.Author's Note The following is a fan-based story. Hellsing Ultimate is owned by Kouta Hirano and Studio Madhouse. And is licensed by Geneon, Madman Entertainment, Manga Entertainment, and Funimation. Please support the official release. Anderson: You Protestant fuckbuckets. Hadesscream I:A Moonlit Night. It was a quiet, dark moonlit night. Luna's moon tonight had an almost crimson glow to it, making the landscape the same dark color. But, the quiet serenity was not to last, for a scream rang out through the night. At the edge of a town named Dewer's Hollow, DJ P0N-3 galloped through the night. She was DJ-ing at a club when it came under attack by something unholy. She didn't know what caused it, but suddenly her club was attacked by some sort of, of zom-pony. And when it bit other ponies, they, in turn, were made into zom-ponies. Eventually, it was filled to the brim with zom-ponies, and she escaped by the skin of her teeth and made her way to the forest for safety. Elsewhere at the local police station in town. The incident at the club had caught the attention of the authorities. But, that was not all, Twilight Sparkle had come with her old friend, Lyra T Heartstrings, to the station to explain what's going on to the authorities. When she did, the police chief couldn't believe his ears. "What?" Asked the chief aghast at Twilight's story. He was a Pegasus stallion with black fur, and a brown mane and tail, and a police badge for a Cutie-Mark. "You heard me. this was the work of a vampony," Twilight stated stonefaced. "B-but, that's an old fillies' tale, Princess Sparkle," The chief said. "Oh, no. They are very real. And my organization and I have been battling them for generations," Twilight stated. "Look, I know of the conspiracies of the so-called Hadesscream organization surrounding your family, but those foalish tales are actually real?" The chief questioned in disbelief. "Oh, yes, but don't worry, we have the best agent for the job," Twilight assured the stallion, smiling in her usual Twilight way. "Rest assured, there's no one better suited for the task." "Really, I wonder what kind of pony this person is," The chief mused, suspending his disbelief. "Oh, they're no pony," Twilight stated. "It takes a monster to hunt a monster." "You mean that your agent is not a pony but, a vampony?!" The chief asked in disbelief. "Why?" "Ponies are easy to corrupt, in mind body and soul, so, we use someone already corrupted and bound to us," Twilight stated cooly. "If you don't mind my asking, what's this monster's name?" The chief questioned after mulling over what he had heard for a minute. "Arbmos," Twilight answered. A tall, coal gray vampony stallion with a short black mane and long tail walked through the dark forest. He wore a charcoal suit with an intricately knotted cravat, racing horseshoes. Over his suit was a blood red frock-over/duster coat. Atop his head was a blood red fedora with a wide, floppy brim. He also wore a pair of circular, wide framed, heavily tinted orange sunglasses with wireframes and goggle slidings. On his forehooves were a pair of white gloves that each have a five-pointed seal resembling a Pentagram adorning the backs of the gloves with Germane and Old Roaman inscriptions below the circles of the Pentagrams. "What a beautiful night." The vampony, Arbmos said, taking a moment to take in Luna's sky. He spoke with a slight twang of Roamanian in his voice. "Yes, it makes me want to grab a bite to drink." After that, he continued to walk normally through the forest to his target. Elsewhere, Vinyl Scratch was still galloping through the forest, but she eventually grew tired and stopped to catch her breath. Her panting ceased when she heard somepony approaching her. She charged her horn with a laser spell should it be a zom-pony. Coming through the brush was a stallion who was withered and had a bloodstained, gray coat. She was about to fire her spell before three more Zom-ponies appeared, and she recognized all three. One was her manager, one was a friend, and one was a mare who had requested a song before the attack happened. Her falter was about to prove fatal as her now zombified manager lunged at her, but a loud sound rang out through the air and blew the zom-pony's head off, spraying blood and bits of its head and skull all over the grass. She turned, shocked and scared, as she saw the Crimson Pony that was walking through the forest. In a blood-red telekinetic grip was a large gun. She had only heard of them but didn't have time to admire it. The gun fired again, hitting the mare in the head and completely demolishing it. Vinyl's friend ran at the pony, but the pony just chuckled evilly and shot the body, blowing away the entirety of its chest and shoulder. The pony walked over to Vinyl as it smiled, showing off a mouth full of fangs. VInyl panicked and shot several magic blasts at the pony and ran. The pony's foreleg and a side of its face had holes in it, but the holes soon closed. Soon, it began walking again, the smile on its face never left. Vinyl eventually came into a clearing, an old Celestian church in the middle of it. Vinyl, not knowing what to do, ran to the church, she knocked frantically on the door with her hooves. "Hey, some weird shit's happening right now!" She yelled. "So, please in the name of Celestia, let me in!" The large wood doors opened and Vinyl galloped in. The church's interior was dark save for a few candles, what she could make out were few. What she could see, was that there were long wood benches on the left and right, a red carpet in the middle of the church, and in the back a large altar. "Hello?" VInyl called out. Eventually, she heard a Priest quoting The Celistle, the Holy Book of the Celestianism Religion and said priest lit the candles on the altar. He was an Earth Pony with a gray coat, black hair, and wore a priest's uniform, but the shadows covered his face. "The unteachables tell themselves: “Celestia is not real”. They are utterly lost, what they do is useless none amongst them knows friendship." The priest quoted. "The Celistle, 2:11. What is it you need, young one? Have you come for a Confession?" The priest gave off an aura of uneasiness and she could almost hear a strange noise, but Vinyl ignored that. "Sorry, Padre, but there are zom-ponies out, I only came here for some safety," Vinyl explained to the priest. "Zom-Ponies?" The Priest asked. "Well, I think you mean the Saved Souls." "Saved Souls? They looked like zom-Ponies to me," Vinyl quipped. Suddenly, her heart skipped a few beats as she got a better look at the Priest. His eyes were a dark crimson, and his mouth was filled with sharp fangs, curled into an evil smile. Fear washed over the DJ. "Yes, the souls that were saved from foaish thoughts like "Holiness" and "individuality"," The Priest stated, still talking in his kind manner. Suddenly, the other candles in the room lit aflame, revealing a hundred of zom-ponies all shuffled together near the walls. It was at that moment, Vinyl realized what that strange noise was, the growling of the zom-ponies. The Priest walked down from the altar, and held Vinyl Scratch in place, sniffing her neck. If he was going to turn her, no reason not to enjoy her first. At that moment, there was a loud banging sound at the door. Like somepony was trying to break it down. The banging continued until a piece of the door was broken off by a certain gloved hoof. The same hoof broke another piece of the door, revealing Arbmos' body. He punched the door once more and walked through the newly-made opening. "Well, what do we have here?" Arbmos asked. "The new ruler of Equestria!" The Priest shouted. Arbmos cackled. "What is so bucking funny?!" The Priest questioned. "Oh, well, I was just wondering. If you were trying to intimidate me, try to be intimidating," Arbmos criticized. "I don't need to take this," The Priest said annoyed. "Ghouls, kill him." Then, all the Unicorn Ghouls unleashed a torrent of magical blasts, whittling away at Arbmos' body. Eventually, the shot's died down, but Arbmos' body was bloody and crumpled, his bones and ribcage showing. A large puddle of blood was spreading. "Now, where were we?" The Priest asked Vinyl. Before the Priest could do anything else, mist flurried around Arbmos' body. In the middle of the mist, Arbmos reformed, smiling. First, his glasses, mouth, and gloves were there, then the rest of his body formed. He then readied his gun with his grip and shot several Ghouls through the head, then he flipped the gun over his on the left. Now Vinyl had a better look at the gun. It was silver, and large, with a barrel as long as ten inches. And on its side were several engravings. That went as such: Hadesscream ARMS 00001 .454 Castle. Ten inches. "How, how is he killing all my Ghouls?!" The Priest asked, aghast. Then he saw the gun. "I-its those bullets!" "You're not as dumb as you act, the Holy Cross of the Ponychester Cathedral was melted down to form the cores of these bullets. When I shoot something with this, it never gets back up again," Arbmos said, continuing to demolish the Ghouls. Arbmos then flipped the gun over and rested it on his back, and without turning his head, and a bored expression on his face killed all the Ghouls on the other side of the Chapel. Then, he dropped the magazine from the gun, and loaded a new one in, and aimed for the Priest. Said Priest hid behind Vinyl, and held her in place, using her as a meat shield. "Hahaha, you can't kill me now, you'll have to kill this pretty mare in the process!" The Priest exclaimed. Arbmos was unfazed by this, instead, he began to speak with the DJ. "Are you a virgin?" Arbmos asked her frankly. Vinyl Scratch blushed. "W-what are you doing?" The Priest asked, worried about why Arbmos asked that question. Arbmos ignored the Priest. "I asked you a question, DJ girl," Arbmos pressed on. "Are you a virgin?" "Y-yes!" Vinyl yelled out. Suddenly, a loud, ear-splitting sound rang out, and a piercing pain shot through Vinyl's chest. Blood started flowing from her mouth. And the Priest was blown back onto the cross above the altar and exploded into dust, letting out an unearthly scream of agony, Vinyl collapsed to the floor and Arbmos walked over to the dying mare, a somber look on his features. "I'm sorry, I needed to shoot through you to get to his heart, but do you accept your new fate?" Arbmos asked her. "It has to be your choice. It needs to be your choice. So, do you accept the fate I will bestow upon you?" Vinyl, at first, didn't answer, but she mustered all her remaining strength, grunting in pain, and nodded, closing her eyes. Arbmos smiled and chuckled. "This is a beautiful night," He said as he walked over to Vinyl's body, opened his fanged mouth, and bit her neck. Hadesscream II: The Undead Protectors.Vinyl Scratch woke up in a start. The last thing she remembered was being shot, and....killed, and that fanged smile. She remembered the evil Priest and that Crimson vampony, and that the Crimson vampony shot through her to kill the Priest, but killed her in the process. Wait, she got killed!? She immediately looked down at her white-furred chest to check for any holes, seeing none, she felt relieved but confused, and a part of her was afraid. Maybe it was some sorta weird-ass dream. Vinyl thought to herself. Wait, if it was a dream, then why did it feel so real? Wait, maybe the reason I have no holes in my chest is that I'm in the afterlife! Thinking fast, she brought her left foreleg to her mouth and bit down on it, hard. Motherbucker, that hurts! OK, not dead. Once she was sure, she rubbed her sore foreleg and flopped back onto the bed, her eyes staring at the stone ceiling. Wait, her cottage was made from wood, not stone, so, why is the ceiling of the room she's in made of stone? She shot up and looked around the room, thoughts of her being kidnapped shot through her mind. The room she was in a room that looked similar to a cell in a really old dungeon, made from pure stone blocks with no windows. The bed she was lying in was in the center of the back of the room. In the front of the room was a brown-stained mahogany door with a simple knob. On the left of her bed was an end table with a lamp and hoof-mirror on it and a single drawer. On the right wall were a desk, dresser, and closet. There was a red velvet carpet in the middle of the room with a round table, and two chairs. And the left wall was decorated with two paintings and a red antique chair with a red pillow resting on the armrest and a tall lamp next to it. She turned to the right and froze. Standing over her bed, a toothy grin on his face, was Arbmos. The two were quiet for a good three minutes. Once she registered that he was there, she let out a scream and flailed her forelegs above her head. Arbmos just watched and even chuckled a bit. Vinyl calmed down, realizing he wasn't going to do anything to her. "Well, DJ girl, what does it feel like to be amongst the undead?" Arbmos asked the DJ. Vinyl was confused by this. She took the mirror from the nightstand in her light purple magic aura and looked into it, first she made sure her eyes weren't a dark crimson, instead they were their normal magenta. She then opened her mouth and curled her lips into a wide smile so that she can see all her teeth. She slowly turned her head to make sure she's fangless. She froze. In her mouth, in where there would be a small canine tooth, was a large fang. She checked the other side of her mouth; another fang. She screamed in shock and dropped the mirror from her grip and onto the stone ground, shattering it. "Please, DJ girl, I don't care if you are a vampony, you are still an Equestrian citizen, so show some manners," A familiar voice ordered Vinyl Scratch. The DJ turned to see Princess Twilight and Lyra T Heartstrings walk into the room. "P-princess Twilight!" Vinyl gulped. Sure, she was one of, if not the most famous DJ in Equestria, but now she was in the same room as the Princess of Friendship! "What are you doing here?!" "I run this organization," The Princess stated. "Oh, ok," Vinyl said. "So, I'm a vampony now, huh? Sorry, but, where on Gaius am I?" "This is our Headquarters, we are called the Hadesscream Organization," Twilight explained. "There are monsters that go bump in Luna's Night, we are the monsters that bump back and protect Equestria from the other monsters." "So, you're saying that I'm-" Vinyl began to ask but was cut off by Twilight. "Given your, condition, you will have to work for us from now on," Twilight said as Lyra walked over to Vinyl Scratch with a yellow Hadesscream uniform. The Uniform had two pockets on the chest, and crest on the left side of the chest area, just above the left pocket. The crest was as such; a shield-shaped crest with four segments in a checkerboard pattern of blue and white. In the top left corner is the motto "We are on a mission from Celestia" in all caps, with an emblem of a castle tower in the bottom right, all emblazoned under the word 'Hadesscream'. Lyra smiled as she showed Vinyl the Uniform. Then, Twilight began briefing the two on an assignment. "We have received word of a string of vampony killings," Twilight said. "Go and kill the vampony, DJ girl." The sight of the latest murder. The Police were assembled in front of a cottage in Trottingham, and Twilight and Lyra were inside the house with several officers investigating the crime scene. Twilight and Lyra were in a room littered with bloodstains, bodies, and broken desks and furniture and crooked paintings on the wall, looking at an upside down Celestial Icon Cross with several unholy messages next to it, all written in blood. "The victim's heads were ripped off, and messages are left on the wall written in blood," Twilight observed while looking at the inverted Icon, she inhaled sharply. "This is an offense to Celestia and Celestldom, they mock our church, our country, and Hadesscream itself!" They had left and got into a transport, shouting orders to Arbmos and Vinyl who were heading there with them on the transport. "The target is moving east on route 66, butchering whole households along the way," Twilight stated. "Do not leave a single FREAK standing!" Vinyl was wearing her uniform and had a large gun, the Hadesscream Anti-Chlorians 13.7mm. She clenched her teeth as they zoomed towards the house. Two vamponies named Dew Leaf and Crimson Night were in the living area of a house. Leaf was the male of the two, he had a pale coat, and white mane and tail, and Crimson Night, the female had blue mane and tail and pale coat as well. They both had Crimson eyes and fangs as well, and Crimson was wearing a beanie hat. The two were hugging and kissing each other. They were both unicorns and had Daniel* MAC-10s in their blood-crimson telekinetic auras. "Soon, my love, we will have everlasting life and youth," Leaf said to his beloved girlfriend. "Invincible vamponies, forever," Crimson Night agreed as Dew brought her in for a kiss. Then, she began bending down, towards there and ave him fellatio. Dew cackled and fired shots at the dismembered bodies. After a while, the doorbell buzzed. He told his marefriend to stop, and he walked cautiously to the front door with his gun at the ready. He stared at the door for a while, nothing happened. Suddenly, a hail of bullets began firing through the door at him, putting holes in his body and forcing him back as he screamed in pain. Eventually, he fell to the floor, his entire body riddled with holes, but his heart remained untouched and he slouched against the wall. The door glowed crimson, and shattered, standing in the doorway, was Arbmos, his gun at the ready. Dew Leaf let out an angered cry and began unloading his magazine at Arbmos, who simply shook when the bullets hit his body, and blocked his chest by with his forelegs as Dew cackled like a madman. Eventually, the hail of bullets stopped, and Dew tried firing another round, but the gun clicked empty. Soon, his cackling turned to pitiful whimpers of fear, seeing that the crimson-clad vampony was unfazed. Smoke danced around Arbmos as his wounds closed and he began speaking to Dew Leaf. "You don't know how to turn your body into Mist or a bat, you can't heal any of your gunshot wounds, and now that you're out of bullets, you can't even save your own life," Arbmos stated, walking toward the wounded FREAK. "You dare to call yourself Nosferotu?! You sicken me! You're not even a real vampire." Arbmos walked closer to Dew Leaf, who attempted to get up and run, discarding the pistol from his grip as he galloped towards a door, slamming it open as he tripped and almost fell into the room. Arbmos adopted a cruel smile as he readied his gun. He aimed it at the retreating Dew Leaf and fired. Dew Leaf let out a terrified scream as the Holy bullet made its way towards him and penetrated his shoulder, slamming him against the wall as Arbmos let out a storm of bullets at the false vampony. Gunshots and screams filled the room as Dew Leaf was riddled with more holes, blood spraying out of his legs, chest, and body. Then, Arbmos thrust his left foreleg forward and impaled the vampony on it, the blunt hoof crushing his heart, Dew Leaf's head was reared back and his face was contorted into an expression of pure pain. Arbmos removed his now blood-stained hoof and blood fountained out of the gaping hole of the vampony's chest as he burst into blue flames and burned away to ash, the burn marks and blood stains on the wall creating a Celestial Icon. "Your turn, DJ girl," Arbmos said telepathically to Vinyl who was set up on the roof. "Um, you got it, hoss," Vinyl replied, shocked to have suddenly heard Arbmos' voice in her head. She held the large scope-less sniper-rifle in her telekinetic grip. She was set up on the roof of the cottage and had a good view of her surroundings, at least she would've if it wasn't pitch black outside! "What are you waiting for?" Arbmos asked the DJ, curious as to why she hasn't done anything yet. "Do it." Crimson Night had made it out of the house and was running down the street, at least 600 meters away at this point, thanks to her vampiric superspeed. "Well, hoss, the bitch is all ready 5-wait, scratch the, 600 meters away," Vinyl stated. "Imagine the third eye, on your forehead, aim from there," Arbmos ordered as he made his way outside. "If you shoot like a pony, then you will miss like a pony." "But hoss-" Vinyl began, but was cut off by Arbmos. "Aim right for her heart," Arbmos encouraged. "Don't worry, you'll put the bullet right through her!" "But its fucking pitch black, and I don't even have a freaking scope," Vinyl complained. But, she steadied the gun and tilted her head a bit to look down the iron barrel. At this point, Arbmos had made flone up to the roof with her and was standing next to her on the roof, only a few yards away, his coat flowing in the wind. "That's a pony complaint," Arbmos criticized. "Now, its time to take the shot like a proper vampony!" Vinyl gasped and re-readied her gun. Her eyes widened and turned a deep crimson. Her vision jetted forward, twisting and turning with the road until the running mare was in her sights. She aimed her gun and fired the shot at the vampony. A loud gunshot broke through the night as the bullet flew across the plane. Suddenly, a nerve-wracking pain shot through Crimson Night's chest as the bullet ripped through her heart and splayed it all over the road with her blood, staining it. She let out a single gasp of shock as her beanie flew off her head, and her body crumpled on the ground, a puddle of blood leaking out. It's such a huge gun but I didn't feel any recoil, its pitch black, yet I can see clearer than in Daylight. Wat the actual buck? "Good shot, DJ girl," Arbmos complimented. And to top it all fucking off, I'm hearing voices in my noodle! Like telepathy! What the hell happened to me? She mused to her self. "This is all happening way to fast, what on Gaius am I becoming?" She loosened her grip and stared at one of her brown gloved forehooves. She then shifted her gaze to the clear night sky. "Not yet. This is only the beginning," Arbmos told her. "And there's a long road ahead of you, DJ Girl." Vinyl simply continued to stare at the night sky. Hadesscream HQ. Twilight was in her office alone. She was looking at several pictures of FREAK killings on her desk and the locations of them displayed with red dots on her monitor. "Too many," She mused thoughtfully. She had pulled out a cigar and was smoking it as she spoke. "Far too many. Suddenly we have far too many vamponies causing trouble. Third and fourth-rate vamponies killing randomly, keeping us busy, Pointless, cheap, pathetic, acts of violence and barbarism. Its as if someone is churning out vamponies from a factory." Vaticolt City, Roam, Neightaly. It was a sunny day, illuminating the Holy City. Birds sang, and everything seemed peaceful. A Scotlish Pegasus was speaking to two orphans who arguing. He had short, spiky silver/blonde mane and tail, green eyes brown/tanned fur, a defined squared jaw, and light facial hair. He also had a large, wedge-shaped scar on his left cheek. He was a lean build, and as tall as Arbmos. He wore round glasses, a large white cassock which has purple trim and blue interior, black with a blue trim shirt, a clerical collar, white gloves with inscriptions and a Faust Icon on them. On the left was; Faust is in Heaven, and the right; Speak with the dead, and a silver Faust Icon around his neck. His Cutie-Mark was two gold bayonets in a cross. "Now, both of you stop that," He chastised the two. "There's no fighting between friends. How do you two expect to go to Heaven acting like that?" "Sorry, Father," They both said to the smiling priest. An elderly Unicorn stallion was walking along the tiled pathway of the orphanage. He had greying hair and wore white bishop's robes and coat. "Huh, listen, violence is never the answer, except when used against heathens and monsters," he said to the two. Then, he saw the stallion walking towards him and narrowed his eyes. Must be trouble. "All right, I want both of you to run straight up to your rooms." "Yes, Father," The two said and obeyed the Bayonet Priest. When he was sure the two were gone, he walked along with the other priest. "So, what do I owe this visit?" The Priest asked. "Well, I'm afraid we've been hearing a lot of bad news lately coming from Equestria," The Roaman Priest said. The other Priest turned and faced him. "Yeah, they're working hard to keep everything quiet," The Pegasus said. "Ahhh, vamponies," The elder priest said. The Pegasus grinned and chuckled. "There have been recent vampony attacks within their borders," The Priest continued. "Far too many to be pure coincidence." "Well, nothing wrong with that, is there?" He asked with no pity for those Celestia worshipping scum. "If a vampony wants to kill some Celestles, how's it our business?" "But there's more, Hadesscream, they are a problem, they've been holding a stronger front than we expected, keeping damage to a minimum." "They are nothing but amateurs and noobs," The Pegusas said while grinning. "Hadesscream is practically a kindergarden compared to us. The Faustists, the Vaticolt, and Iscariots. We've been fighting against the forces of darkness millennia before the Elements were discovered and centuries before Hadesscream even existed. So, why are ya here? If all the trouble's in Equestria, surely the Equish can handle it all on their own." "But its not only in Equestria," The Unicorn told him. "What?" The Priest asked, aghast. "There's been an attack, in Connemarland," the Priest said, walking past the Pegusas. "Nothern Connemarland, a little town, called Mannarlick, Hadesscream is on the move, and we will not just sit back and watch." "The nerve of them, sneaking around where they're not needed, like a rat," he said, smiling mockingly. "These foals are as shameless and presumptuous as ever." "We will teach them to know their place, Bayonet," the Priest said, then, he looked at the Pegusas from the corner of his eye. "They tread on Faustic land. This vampony is ours to destroy. We want you to handle this before they do." "And if I should run into the agents of Hadesscream?" He asked. "Just remember, we are part of Faust's divine instrument on Gaius," The Unicorn said, turning to face the taller Priest. "We do not run when challenged by heretics." "If anyone does not love the Lady, Faust, let him be accursed at her coming and may Heaven save you from your fate, Amen," Golden Bayonet said, accepting his mission. Author's Note *Ingram MAC 10s are the guns they use in Ultimate. Daniel Ingram, get it? Get it? I'll see myself out. Hadesscream III: Aftermath.Author's Note Sorry for the late update, everyone! I have a lot of stuff on the back-burner, and as such, am a little clogged at the moment. But, in the spirit of the season and month of October, I updated this story! I hope you enjoy! Also, after the next chapter is when the tump-cards meet, so stay tuned! Also, the next story is my reboot of COL 1. So check it out when it drops! Hadesscream III: Aftermath. Vinyl walked along the hallways of Hadesscream manor, her head hung low. Several mares and Stallions dressed in dark green variants of her yellow uniform with helmets passed her on their patrols, long rifles with curved magazines strapped at their sides walked past her in patrols of two, occasionally giving her a sideways glance. I-I killed somepony. With a gun. What is happening to me? This thought bounced around her head. Only yesterday, she had been DJ P0N-3, the best DJ in Equestria. Stallons wanted her, mares wanted her to be her, or to bed her as well. Now she was a vampony, the ultimate predator. The ultimate killer. Tonight, she had seen evils. Evils that reminded her of something she would've rather left forgotten. She walked morbidly back to the room that she had woken up in which Twilight, or as she calls herself on the base; Sir Hadesscream, had said was her new living area. There, on the table was a bowl filled with ice cubes, in the ice, was a blood bag. Food for a vampony. The DJ let out an anguished cry as she hit the bowl hard with her foreleg, swiping it off the table, causing the ice to scatter on the cobblestone floor, the blood bag intact as it flopped on the cobblestone. She punched one of the walls in her anger, denting it and causing the room to rattle slightly and the lamps to shake and some dust to fall. She inched back in shock at her strength, at how her punch left a deep hoofprint in the wall. How it was almost identical to her own hoof. How deep it was, how rounded it was. How she created that indent. She backed up in shock, her eyes widened in horror. She kneeled down on the stone floor as she began to cry, her face in her hooves. Was this her destiny? To become a freak? A horror of the night? Forever shunned and hunted by society and the closest thing that might be her only friend is the mysterious vampony, Arbmos. "Excuse me, Ms. Scratch," a voice said, taking her from her depression and snapping her back to the real world. Vinyl Scratch meekly looked to the entrance, seeing the source of the voice. Standing in the doorway was Lyra, the mint green pony had a formal look on her face, and was standing respectfully straight. "What is it?" Vinyl sniffed meekly. "Sir Hadesscream wishes to see you. Come this way," Lyra said, moving to the side of the door to allow Vinyl to pass. Vinyl looked confused but obeyed standing up from the floor and walking to Lyra, waiting for the mint-green unicorn to lead the way. "Follow me," Lyra said, trotting out of the room and Vinyl following close behind. Lyra took Vinyl through the halls of Hadesscream manor, occasionally passing guards who nodded in respect to the butler. They trotted up a staircase, passing a shooting range, an armory, and a few more patrols. Eventually, Lyra stopped trotting, as did Vinyl Scratch. She poked her head past the butler, there was a door. It was oakwood and stained a dark reddish-brown. The knob was made from silver and had a holy symbol engraved on it that Vinyl didn't recognize. Lyra then turned to face Vinyl, a stern look on her face. "Ms. Scratch, you are about to speak with the Princess. I need to get a few things out of the way beforehoof," Lyra explained. "Understood?" "Uhhhhhh....." Vinyl trailed. "Uh-understood." "Good. Now, you will not speak unless spoken to or asked too personally by Ms. Sparkle. You are to address her as Sir Hadesscream, Sir, or Princess." Lyra instructed. "Maintain eye contact, but do not attempt to mesmerize her. Do so, and your head will find itself separated from its body. Are we clear?" "As crystal," Vinyl gulped. "One final thing, relax. She is also the Princess of Friendship," Lyra reminded her with a smirk before turning around to face the door once again. Lyra's horn glew gold and a magical hand materialized before her, sharing the color of Lyra's magical aura. It floated toward the doorknob and wrapped it's astral digits around it, before twisting it clockwise and hearing a satisfactory click. She then pushed the door open with her forehoof and trotted inside, gesturing the DJ to follow her with her astral hand. The DJ hesitated, but followed, stepping into the office of Sir Hadesscream. The office was lit by an overhead chandelier that illuminated the room. Twilight, No, Sir Hadesscream, Vinyl reminded herself, sat in her desk. The desk itself was dark brown mahogany, with a typewriter and various papers littered on the desk. She also had a desk lamp, with various notes strewn about. Sir Hadesscream herself seemed calm enough, a cigar in her muzzle, smoke rising lightly from it. "Ah. DJ GIrl." Sir Hadesscream greeted, taking the cigar in her lavender aura before resting it in an antique ashtray Vinyl didn't see before. "How is Hadesscream life treating you so far?" Vinyl wasn't sure how to respond. She considered what she would say, yet Lyra spoke up. "Poorly, by my observations, seeing as when I retrieved her, she was sobbing her eyes out and created an indent in her wall. Her meal was strewn on the floor as well," Lyra reported. "I wished to hear from Ms. Scratch, Lyra," Sir Hadesscream glared before turning back to Vinyl. "Is she telling the truth, DJ girl?" "Um yes, Sir Hadesscream," Vinyl confirmed, her head hung low. "What's wrong, exactly?" Sir Hadesscream asked, temporarily becoming Twilight once again. "I-I dunno. just yesterday, I was deejaying! Partying! Having fun with friends!" Vinyl said, smiling a bit as she remembered the good times. But, her smile faded as she remembered the attack on the club by the Zom-ponies, the Ghouls! How they tore through the crowd, adding to their horde. How she was the only one to escape the club. How she ran through the forest, encountering Arbmos and shooting him. How she ran to the church and was held hostage by the Priest. How Arbmos killed her to kill him. And how Arbmos offered to bring her back. And most of all, how she said yes. "Now, I'm not even a pony anymore," She said, slumping to the floor. "I'm not even a proper Vampony either, going by Arbmos' standards." Sir Hadesscream was silent for a few minutes, deep in thought. "DJ girl," Sir Hadesscream addressed. "I have orders for you." "Uh, yes sir! What are your orders?" Vinyl asked, trying her best to stand at attention. "Make some friends."
Hadesscream I:A Moonlit Night.Author's Note The following is a fan-based story. Hellsing Ultimate is owned by Kouta Hirano and Studio Madhouse. And is licensed by Geneon, Madman Entertainment, Manga Entertainment, and Funimation. Please support the official release. Anderson: You Protestant fuckbuckets. Hadesscream I:A Moonlit Night. It was a quiet, dark moonlit night. Luna's moon tonight had an almost crimson glow to it, making the landscape the same dark color. But, the quiet serenity was not to last, for a scream rang out through the night. At the edge of a town named Dewer's Hollow, DJ P0N-3 galloped through the night. She was DJ-ing at a club when it came under attack by something unholy. She didn't know what caused it, but suddenly her club was attacked by some sort of, of zom-pony. And when it bit other ponies, they, in turn, were made into zom-ponies. Eventually, it was filled to the brim with zom-ponies, and she escaped by the skin of her teeth and made her way to the forest for safety. Elsewhere at the local police station in town. The incident at the club had caught the attention of the authorities. But, that was not all, Twilight Sparkle had come with her old friend, Lyra T Heartstrings, to the station to explain what's going on to the authorities. When she did, the police chief couldn't believe his ears. "What?" Asked the chief aghast at Twilight's story. He was a Pegasus stallion with black fur, and a brown mane and tail, and a police badge for a Cutie-Mark. "You heard me. this was the work of a vampony," Twilight stated stonefaced. "B-but, that's an old fillies' tale, Princess Sparkle," The chief said. "Oh, no. They are very real. And my organization and I have been battling them for generations," Twilight stated. "Look, I know of the conspiracies of the so-called Hadesscream organization surrounding your family, but those foalish tales are actually real?" The chief questioned in disbelief. "Oh, yes, but don't worry, we have the best agent for the job," Twilight assured the stallion, smiling in her usual Twilight way. "Rest assured, there's no one better suited for the task." "Really, I wonder what kind of pony this person is," The chief mused, suspending his disbelief. "Oh, they're no pony," Twilight stated. "It takes a monster to hunt a monster." "You mean that your agent is not a pony but, a vampony?!" The chief asked in disbelief. "Why?" "Ponies are easy to corrupt, in mind body and soul, so, we use someone already corrupted and bound to us," Twilight stated cooly. "If you don't mind my asking, what's this monster's name?" The chief questioned after mulling over what he had heard for a minute. "Arbmos," Twilight answered. A tall, coal gray vampony stallion with a short black mane and long tail walked through the dark forest. He wore a charcoal suit with an intricately knotted cravat, racing horseshoes. Over his suit was a blood red frock-over/duster coat. Atop his head was a blood red fedora with a wide, floppy brim. He also wore a pair of circular, wide framed, heavily tinted orange sunglasses with wireframes and goggle slidings. On his forehooves were a pair of white gloves that each have a five-pointed seal resembling a Pentagram adorning the backs of the gloves with Germane and Old Roaman inscriptions below the circles of the Pentagrams. "What a beautiful night." The vampony, Arbmos said, taking a moment to take in Luna's sky. He spoke with a slight twang of Roamanian in his voice. "Yes, it makes me want to grab a bite to drink." After that, he continued to walk normally through the forest to his target. Elsewhere, Vinyl Scratch was still galloping through the forest, but she eventually grew tired and stopped to catch her breath. Her panting ceased when she heard somepony approaching her. She charged her horn with a laser spell should it be a zom-pony. Coming through the brush was a stallion who was withered and had a bloodstained, gray coat. She was about to fire her spell before three more Zom-ponies appeared, and she recognized all three. One was her manager, one was a friend, and one was a mare who had requested a song before the attack happened. Her falter was about to prove fatal as her now zombified manager lunged at her, but a loud sound rang out through the air and blew the zom-pony's head off, spraying blood and bits of its head and skull all over the grass. She turned, shocked and scared, as she saw the Crimson Pony that was walking through the forest. In a blood-red telekinetic grip was a large gun. She had only heard of them but didn't have time to admire it. The gun fired again, hitting the mare in the head and completely demolishing it. Vinyl's friend ran at the pony, but the pony just chuckled evilly and shot the body, blowing away the entirety of its chest and shoulder. The pony walked over to Vinyl as it smiled, showing off a mouth full of fangs. VInyl panicked and shot several magic blasts at the pony and ran. The pony's foreleg and a side of its face had holes in it, but the holes soon closed. Soon, it began walking again, the smile on its face never left. Vinyl eventually came into a clearing, an old Celestian church in the middle of it. Vinyl, not knowing what to do, ran to the church, she knocked frantically on the door with her hooves. "Hey, some weird shit's happening right now!" She yelled. "So, please in the name of Celestia, let me in!" The large wood doors opened and Vinyl galloped in. The church's interior was dark save for a few candles, what she could make out were few. What she could see, was that there were long wood benches on the left and right, a red carpet in the middle of the church, and in the back a large altar. "Hello?" VInyl called out. Eventually, she heard a Priest quoting The Celistle, the Holy Book of the Celestianism Religion and said priest lit the candles on the altar. He was an Earth Pony with a gray coat, black hair, and wore a priest's uniform, but the shadows covered his face. "The unteachables tell themselves: “Celestia is not real”. They are utterly lost, what they do is useless none amongst them knows friendship." The priest quoted. "The Celistle, 2:11. What is it you need, young one? Have you come for a Confession?" The priest gave off an aura of uneasiness and she could almost hear a strange noise, but Vinyl ignored that. "Sorry, Padre, but there are zom-ponies out, I only came here for some safety," Vinyl explained to the priest. "Zom-Ponies?" The Priest asked. "Well, I think you mean the Saved Souls." "Saved Souls? They looked like zom-Ponies to me," Vinyl quipped. Suddenly, her heart skipped a few beats as she got a better look at the Priest. His eyes were a dark crimson, and his mouth was filled with sharp fangs, curled into an evil smile. Fear washed over the DJ. "Yes, the souls that were saved from foaish thoughts like "Holiness" and "individuality"," The Priest stated, still talking in his kind manner. Suddenly, the other candles in the room lit aflame, revealing a hundred of zom-ponies all shuffled together near the walls. It was at that moment, Vinyl realized what that strange noise was, the growling of the zom-ponies. The Priest walked down from the altar, and held Vinyl Scratch in place, sniffing her neck. If he was going to turn her, no reason not to enjoy her first. At that moment, there was a loud banging sound at the door. Like somepony was trying to break it down. The banging continued until a piece of the door was broken off by a certain gloved hoof. The same hoof broke another piece of the door, revealing Arbmos' body. He punched the door once more and walked through the newly-made opening. "Well, what do we have here?" Arbmos asked. "The new ruler of Equestria!" The Priest shouted. Arbmos cackled. "What is so bucking funny?!" The Priest questioned. "Oh, well, I was just wondering. If you were trying to intimidate me, try to be intimidating," Arbmos criticized. "I don't need to take this," The Priest said annoyed. "Ghouls, kill him." Then, all the Unicorn Ghouls unleashed a torrent of magical blasts, whittling away at Arbmos' body. Eventually, the shot's died down, but Arbmos' body was bloody and crumpled, his bones and ribcage showing. A large puddle of blood was spreading. "Now, where were we?" The Priest asked Vinyl. Before the Priest could do anything else, mist flurried around Arbmos' body. In the middle of the mist, Arbmos reformed, smiling. First, his glasses, mouth, and gloves were there, then the rest of his body formed. He then readied his gun with his grip and shot several Ghouls through the head, then he flipped the gun over his on the left. Now Vinyl had a better look at the gun. It was silver, and large, with a barrel as long as ten inches. And on its side were several engravings. That went as such: Hadesscream ARMS 00001 .454 Castle. Ten inches. "How, how is he killing all my Ghouls?!" The Priest asked, aghast. Then he saw the gun. "I-its those bullets!" "You're not as dumb as you act, the Holy Cross of the Ponychester Cathedral was melted down to form the cores of these bullets. When I shoot something with this, it never gets back up again," Arbmos said, continuing to demolish the Ghouls. Arbmos then flipped the gun over and rested it on his back, and without turning his head, and a bored expression on his face killed all the Ghouls on the other side of the Chapel. Then, he dropped the magazine from the gun, and loaded a new one in, and aimed for the Priest. Said Priest hid behind Vinyl, and held her in place, using her as a meat shield. "Hahaha, you can't kill me now, you'll have to kill this pretty mare in the process!" The Priest exclaimed. Arbmos was unfazed by this, instead, he began to speak with the DJ. "Are you a virgin?" Arbmos asked her frankly. Vinyl Scratch blushed. "W-what are you doing?" The Priest asked, worried about why Arbmos asked that question. Arbmos ignored the Priest. "I asked you a question, DJ girl," Arbmos pressed on. "Are you a virgin?" "Y-yes!" Vinyl yelled out. Suddenly, a loud, ear-splitting sound rang out, and a piercing pain shot through Vinyl's chest. Blood started flowing from her mouth. And the Priest was blown back onto the cross above the altar and exploded into dust, letting out an unearthly scream of agony, Vinyl collapsed to the floor and Arbmos walked over to the dying mare, a somber look on his features. "I'm sorry, I needed to shoot through you to get to his heart, but do you accept your new fate?" Arbmos asked her. "It has to be your choice. It needs to be your choice. So, do you accept the fate I will bestow upon you?" Vinyl, at first, didn't answer, but she mustered all her remaining strength, grunting in pain, and nodded, closing her eyes. Arbmos smiled and chuckled. "This is a beautiful night," He said as he walked over to Vinyl's body, opened his fanged mouth, and bit her neck.
Hadesscream II: The Undead Protectors.Vinyl Scratch woke up in a start. The last thing she remembered was being shot, and....killed, and that fanged smile. She remembered the evil Priest and that Crimson vampony, and that the Crimson vampony shot through her to kill the Priest, but killed her in the process. Wait, she got killed!? She immediately looked down at her white-furred chest to check for any holes, seeing none, she felt relieved but confused, and a part of her was afraid. Maybe it was some sorta weird-ass dream. Vinyl thought to herself. Wait, if it was a dream, then why did it feel so real? Wait, maybe the reason I have no holes in my chest is that I'm in the afterlife! Thinking fast, she brought her left foreleg to her mouth and bit down on it, hard. Motherbucker, that hurts! OK, not dead. Once she was sure, she rubbed her sore foreleg and flopped back onto the bed, her eyes staring at the stone ceiling. Wait, her cottage was made from wood, not stone, so, why is the ceiling of the room she's in made of stone? She shot up and looked around the room, thoughts of her being kidnapped shot through her mind. The room she was in a room that looked similar to a cell in a really old dungeon, made from pure stone blocks with no windows. The bed she was lying in was in the center of the back of the room. In the front of the room was a brown-stained mahogany door with a simple knob. On the left of her bed was an end table with a lamp and hoof-mirror on it and a single drawer. On the right wall were a desk, dresser, and closet. There was a red velvet carpet in the middle of the room with a round table, and two chairs. And the left wall was decorated with two paintings and a red antique chair with a red pillow resting on the armrest and a tall lamp next to it. She turned to the right and froze. Standing over her bed, a toothy grin on his face, was Arbmos. The two were quiet for a good three minutes. Once she registered that he was there, she let out a scream and flailed her forelegs above her head. Arbmos just watched and even chuckled a bit. Vinyl calmed down, realizing he wasn't going to do anything to her. "Well, DJ girl, what does it feel like to be amongst the undead?" Arbmos asked the DJ. Vinyl was confused by this. She took the mirror from the nightstand in her light purple magic aura and looked into it, first she made sure her eyes weren't a dark crimson, instead they were their normal magenta. She then opened her mouth and curled her lips into a wide smile so that she can see all her teeth. She slowly turned her head to make sure she's fangless. She froze. In her mouth, in where there would be a small canine tooth, was a large fang. She checked the other side of her mouth; another fang. She screamed in shock and dropped the mirror from her grip and onto the stone ground, shattering it. "Please, DJ girl, I don't care if you are a vampony, you are still an Equestrian citizen, so show some manners," A familiar voice ordered Vinyl Scratch. The DJ turned to see Princess Twilight and Lyra T Heartstrings walk into the room. "P-princess Twilight!" Vinyl gulped. Sure, she was one of, if not the most famous DJ in Equestria, but now she was in the same room as the Princess of Friendship! "What are you doing here?!" "I run this organization," The Princess stated. "Oh, ok," Vinyl said. "So, I'm a vampony now, huh? Sorry, but, where on Gaius am I?" "This is our Headquarters, we are called the Hadesscream Organization," Twilight explained. "There are monsters that go bump in Luna's Night, we are the monsters that bump back and protect Equestria from the other monsters." "So, you're saying that I'm-" Vinyl began to ask but was cut off by Twilight. "Given your, condition, you will have to work for us from now on," Twilight said as Lyra walked over to Vinyl Scratch with a yellow Hadesscream uniform. The Uniform had two pockets on the chest, and crest on the left side of the chest area, just above the left pocket. The crest was as such; a shield-shaped crest with four segments in a checkerboard pattern of blue and white. In the top left corner is the motto "We are on a mission from Celestia" in all caps, with an emblem of a castle tower in the bottom right, all emblazoned under the word 'Hadesscream'. Lyra smiled as she showed Vinyl the Uniform. Then, Twilight began briefing the two on an assignment. "We have received word of a string of vampony killings," Twilight said. "Go and kill the vampony, DJ girl." The sight of the latest murder. The Police were assembled in front of a cottage in Trottingham, and Twilight and Lyra were inside the house with several officers investigating the crime scene. Twilight and Lyra were in a room littered with bloodstains, bodies, and broken desks and furniture and crooked paintings on the wall, looking at an upside down Celestial Icon Cross with several unholy messages next to it, all written in blood. "The victim's heads were ripped off, and messages are left on the wall written in blood," Twilight observed while looking at the inverted Icon, she inhaled sharply. "This is an offense to Celestia and Celestldom, they mock our church, our country, and Hadesscream itself!" They had left and got into a transport, shouting orders to Arbmos and Vinyl who were heading there with them on the transport. "The target is moving east on route 66, butchering whole households along the way," Twilight stated. "Do not leave a single FREAK standing!" Vinyl was wearing her uniform and had a large gun, the Hadesscream Anti-Chlorians 13.7mm. She clenched her teeth as they zoomed towards the house. Two vamponies named Dew Leaf and Crimson Night were in the living area of a house. Leaf was the male of the two, he had a pale coat, and white mane and tail, and Crimson Night, the female had blue mane and tail and pale coat as well. They both had Crimson eyes and fangs as well, and Crimson was wearing a beanie hat. The two were hugging and kissing each other. They were both unicorns and had Daniel* MAC-10s in their blood-crimson telekinetic auras. "Soon, my love, we will have everlasting life and youth," Leaf said to his beloved girlfriend. "Invincible vamponies, forever," Crimson Night agreed as Dew brought her in for a kiss. Then, she began bending down, towards there and ave him fellatio. Dew cackled and fired shots at the dismembered bodies. After a while, the doorbell buzzed. He told his marefriend to stop, and he walked cautiously to the front door with his gun at the ready. He stared at the door for a while, nothing happened. Suddenly, a hail of bullets began firing through the door at him, putting holes in his body and forcing him back as he screamed in pain. Eventually, he fell to the floor, his entire body riddled with holes, but his heart remained untouched and he slouched against the wall. The door glowed crimson, and shattered, standing in the doorway, was Arbmos, his gun at the ready. Dew Leaf let out an angered cry and began unloading his magazine at Arbmos, who simply shook when the bullets hit his body, and blocked his chest by with his forelegs as Dew cackled like a madman. Eventually, the hail of bullets stopped, and Dew tried firing another round, but the gun clicked empty. Soon, his cackling turned to pitiful whimpers of fear, seeing that the crimson-clad vampony was unfazed. Smoke danced around Arbmos as his wounds closed and he began speaking to Dew Leaf. "You don't know how to turn your body into Mist or a bat, you can't heal any of your gunshot wounds, and now that you're out of bullets, you can't even save your own life," Arbmos stated, walking toward the wounded FREAK. "You dare to call yourself Nosferotu?! You sicken me! You're not even a real vampire." Arbmos walked closer to Dew Leaf, who attempted to get up and run, discarding the pistol from his grip as he galloped towards a door, slamming it open as he tripped and almost fell into the room. Arbmos adopted a cruel smile as he readied his gun. He aimed it at the retreating Dew Leaf and fired. Dew Leaf let out a terrified scream as the Holy bullet made its way towards him and penetrated his shoulder, slamming him against the wall as Arbmos let out a storm of bullets at the false vampony. Gunshots and screams filled the room as Dew Leaf was riddled with more holes, blood spraying out of his legs, chest, and body. Then, Arbmos thrust his left foreleg forward and impaled the vampony on it, the blunt hoof crushing his heart, Dew Leaf's head was reared back and his face was contorted into an expression of pure pain. Arbmos removed his now blood-stained hoof and blood fountained out of the gaping hole of the vampony's chest as he burst into blue flames and burned away to ash, the burn marks and blood stains on the wall creating a Celestial Icon. "Your turn, DJ girl," Arbmos said telepathically to Vinyl who was set up on the roof. "Um, you got it, hoss," Vinyl replied, shocked to have suddenly heard Arbmos' voice in her head. She held the large scope-less sniper-rifle in her telekinetic grip. She was set up on the roof of the cottage and had a good view of her surroundings, at least she would've if it wasn't pitch black outside! "What are you waiting for?" Arbmos asked the DJ, curious as to why she hasn't done anything yet. "Do it." Crimson Night had made it out of the house and was running down the street, at least 600 meters away at this point, thanks to her vampiric superspeed. "Well, hoss, the bitch is all ready 5-wait, scratch the, 600 meters away," Vinyl stated. "Imagine the third eye, on your forehead, aim from there," Arbmos ordered as he made his way outside. "If you shoot like a pony, then you will miss like a pony." "But hoss-" Vinyl began, but was cut off by Arbmos. "Aim right for her heart," Arbmos encouraged. "Don't worry, you'll put the bullet right through her!" "But its fucking pitch black, and I don't even have a freaking scope," Vinyl complained. But, she steadied the gun and tilted her head a bit to look down the iron barrel. At this point, Arbmos had made flone up to the roof with her and was standing next to her on the roof, only a few yards away, his coat flowing in the wind. "That's a pony complaint," Arbmos criticized. "Now, its time to take the shot like a proper vampony!" Vinyl gasped and re-readied her gun. Her eyes widened and turned a deep crimson. Her vision jetted forward, twisting and turning with the road until the running mare was in her sights. She aimed her gun and fired the shot at the vampony. A loud gunshot broke through the night as the bullet flew across the plane. Suddenly, a nerve-wracking pain shot through Crimson Night's chest as the bullet ripped through her heart and splayed it all over the road with her blood, staining it. She let out a single gasp of shock as her beanie flew off her head, and her body crumpled on the ground, a puddle of blood leaking out. It's such a huge gun but I didn't feel any recoil, its pitch black, yet I can see clearer than in Daylight. Wat the actual buck? "Good shot, DJ girl," Arbmos complimented. And to top it all fucking off, I'm hearing voices in my noodle! Like telepathy! What the hell happened to me? She mused to her self. "This is all happening way to fast, what on Gaius am I becoming?" She loosened her grip and stared at one of her brown gloved forehooves. She then shifted her gaze to the clear night sky. "Not yet. This is only the beginning," Arbmos told her. "And there's a long road ahead of you, DJ Girl." Vinyl simply continued to stare at the night sky. Hadesscream HQ. Twilight was in her office alone. She was looking at several pictures of FREAK killings on her desk and the locations of them displayed with red dots on her monitor. "Too many," She mused thoughtfully. She had pulled out a cigar and was smoking it as she spoke. "Far too many. Suddenly we have far too many vamponies causing trouble. Third and fourth-rate vamponies killing randomly, keeping us busy, Pointless, cheap, pathetic, acts of violence and barbarism. Its as if someone is churning out vamponies from a factory." Vaticolt City, Roam, Neightaly. It was a sunny day, illuminating the Holy City. Birds sang, and everything seemed peaceful. A Scotlish Pegasus was speaking to two orphans who arguing. He had short, spiky silver/blonde mane and tail, green eyes brown/tanned fur, a defined squared jaw, and light facial hair. He also had a large, wedge-shaped scar on his left cheek. He was a lean build, and as tall as Arbmos. He wore round glasses, a large white cassock which has purple trim and blue interior, black with a blue trim shirt, a clerical collar, white gloves with inscriptions and a Faust Icon on them. On the left was; Faust is in Heaven, and the right; Speak with the dead, and a silver Faust Icon around his neck. His Cutie-Mark was two gold bayonets in a cross. "Now, both of you stop that," He chastised the two. "There's no fighting between friends. How do you two expect to go to Heaven acting like that?" "Sorry, Father," They both said to the smiling priest. An elderly Unicorn stallion was walking along the tiled pathway of the orphanage. He had greying hair and wore white bishop's robes and coat. "Huh, listen, violence is never the answer, except when used against heathens and monsters," he said to the two. Then, he saw the stallion walking towards him and narrowed his eyes. Must be trouble. "All right, I want both of you to run straight up to your rooms." "Yes, Father," The two said and obeyed the Bayonet Priest. When he was sure the two were gone, he walked along with the other priest. "So, what do I owe this visit?" The Priest asked. "Well, I'm afraid we've been hearing a lot of bad news lately coming from Equestria," The Roaman Priest said. The other Priest turned and faced him. "Yeah, they're working hard to keep everything quiet," The Pegasus said. "Ahhh, vamponies," The elder priest said. The Pegasus grinned and chuckled. "There have been recent vampony attacks within their borders," The Priest continued. "Far too many to be pure coincidence." "Well, nothing wrong with that, is there?" He asked with no pity for those Celestia worshipping scum. "If a vampony wants to kill some Celestles, how's it our business?" "But there's more, Hadesscream, they are a problem, they've been holding a stronger front than we expected, keeping damage to a minimum." "They are nothing but amateurs and noobs," The Pegusas said while grinning. "Hadesscream is practically a kindergarden compared to us. The Faustists, the Vaticolt, and Iscariots. We've been fighting against the forces of darkness millennia before the Elements were discovered and centuries before Hadesscream even existed. So, why are ya here? If all the trouble's in Equestria, surely the Equish can handle it all on their own." "But its not only in Equestria," The Unicorn told him. "What?" The Priest asked, aghast. "There's been an attack, in Connemarland," the Priest said, walking past the Pegusas. "Nothern Connemarland, a little town, called Mannarlick, Hadesscream is on the move, and we will not just sit back and watch." "The nerve of them, sneaking around where they're not needed, like a rat," he said, smiling mockingly. "These foals are as shameless and presumptuous as ever." "We will teach them to know their place, Bayonet," the Priest said, then, he looked at the Pegusas from the corner of his eye. "They tread on Faustic land. This vampony is ours to destroy. We want you to handle this before they do." "And if I should run into the agents of Hadesscream?" He asked. "Just remember, we are part of Faust's divine instrument on Gaius," The Unicorn said, turning to face the taller Priest. "We do not run when challenged by heretics." "If anyone does not love the Lady, Faust, let him be accursed at her coming and may Heaven save you from your fate, Amen," Golden Bayonet said, accepting his mission. Author's Note *Ingram MAC 10s are the guns they use in Ultimate. Daniel Ingram, get it? Get it? I'll see myself out.
Hadesscream III: Aftermath.Author's Note Sorry for the late update, everyone! I have a lot of stuff on the back-burner, and as such, am a little clogged at the moment. But, in the spirit of the season and month of October, I updated this story! I hope you enjoy! Also, after the next chapter is when the tump-cards meet, so stay tuned! Also, the next story is my reboot of COL 1. So check it out when it drops! Hadesscream III: Aftermath. Vinyl walked along the hallways of Hadesscream manor, her head hung low. Several mares and Stallions dressed in dark green variants of her yellow uniform with helmets passed her on their patrols, long rifles with curved magazines strapped at their sides walked past her in patrols of two, occasionally giving her a sideways glance. I-I killed somepony. With a gun. What is happening to me? This thought bounced around her head. Only yesterday, she had been DJ P0N-3, the best DJ in Equestria. Stallons wanted her, mares wanted her to be her, or to bed her as well. Now she was a vampony, the ultimate predator. The ultimate killer. Tonight, she had seen evils. Evils that reminded her of something she would've rather left forgotten. She walked morbidly back to the room that she had woken up in which Twilight, or as she calls herself on the base; Sir Hadesscream, had said was her new living area. There, on the table was a bowl filled with ice cubes, in the ice, was a blood bag. Food for a vampony. The DJ let out an anguished cry as she hit the bowl hard with her foreleg, swiping it off the table, causing the ice to scatter on the cobblestone floor, the blood bag intact as it flopped on the cobblestone. She punched one of the walls in her anger, denting it and causing the room to rattle slightly and the lamps to shake and some dust to fall. She inched back in shock at her strength, at how her punch left a deep hoofprint in the wall. How it was almost identical to her own hoof. How deep it was, how rounded it was. How she created that indent. She backed up in shock, her eyes widened in horror. She kneeled down on the stone floor as she began to cry, her face in her hooves. Was this her destiny? To become a freak? A horror of the night? Forever shunned and hunted by society and the closest thing that might be her only friend is the mysterious vampony, Arbmos. "Excuse me, Ms. Scratch," a voice said, taking her from her depression and snapping her back to the real world. Vinyl Scratch meekly looked to the entrance, seeing the source of the voice. Standing in the doorway was Lyra, the mint green pony had a formal look on her face, and was standing respectfully straight. "What is it?" Vinyl sniffed meekly. "Sir Hadesscream wishes to see you. Come this way," Lyra said, moving to the side of the door to allow Vinyl to pass. Vinyl looked confused but obeyed standing up from the floor and walking to Lyra, waiting for the mint-green unicorn to lead the way. "Follow me," Lyra said, trotting out of the room and Vinyl following close behind. Lyra took Vinyl through the halls of Hadesscream manor, occasionally passing guards who nodded in respect to the butler. They trotted up a staircase, passing a shooting range, an armory, and a few more patrols. Eventually, Lyra stopped trotting, as did Vinyl Scratch. She poked her head past the butler, there was a door. It was oakwood and stained a dark reddish-brown. The knob was made from silver and had a holy symbol engraved on it that Vinyl didn't recognize. Lyra then turned to face Vinyl, a stern look on her face. "Ms. Scratch, you are about to speak with the Princess. I need to get a few things out of the way beforehoof," Lyra explained. "Understood?" "Uhhhhhh....." Vinyl trailed. "Uh-understood." "Good. Now, you will not speak unless spoken to or asked too personally by Ms. Sparkle. You are to address her as Sir Hadesscream, Sir, or Princess." Lyra instructed. "Maintain eye contact, but do not attempt to mesmerize her. Do so, and your head will find itself separated from its body. Are we clear?" "As crystal," Vinyl gulped. "One final thing, relax. She is also the Princess of Friendship," Lyra reminded her with a smirk before turning around to face the door once again. Lyra's horn glew gold and a magical hand materialized before her, sharing the color of Lyra's magical aura. It floated toward the doorknob and wrapped it's astral digits around it, before twisting it clockwise and hearing a satisfactory click. She then pushed the door open with her forehoof and trotted inside, gesturing the DJ to follow her with her astral hand. The DJ hesitated, but followed, stepping into the office of Sir Hadesscream. The office was lit by an overhead chandelier that illuminated the room. Twilight, No, Sir Hadesscream, Vinyl reminded herself, sat in her desk. The desk itself was dark brown mahogany, with a typewriter and various papers littered on the desk. She also had a desk lamp, with various notes strewn about. Sir Hadesscream herself seemed calm enough, a cigar in her muzzle, smoke rising lightly from it. "Ah. DJ GIrl." Sir Hadesscream greeted, taking the cigar in her lavender aura before resting it in an antique ashtray Vinyl didn't see before. "How is Hadesscream life treating you so far?" Vinyl wasn't sure how to respond. She considered what she would say, yet Lyra spoke up. "Poorly, by my observations, seeing as when I retrieved her, she was sobbing her eyes out and created an indent in her wall. Her meal was strewn on the floor as well," Lyra reported. "I wished to hear from Ms. Scratch, Lyra," Sir Hadesscream glared before turning back to Vinyl. "Is she telling the truth, DJ girl?" "Um yes, Sir Hadesscream," Vinyl confirmed, her head hung low. "What's wrong, exactly?" Sir Hadesscream asked, temporarily becoming Twilight once again. "I-I dunno. just yesterday, I was deejaying! Partying! Having fun with friends!" Vinyl said, smiling a bit as she remembered the good times. But, her smile faded as she remembered the attack on the club by the Zom-ponies, the Ghouls! How they tore through the crowd, adding to their horde. How she was the only one to escape the club. How she ran through the forest, encountering Arbmos and shooting him. How she ran to the church and was held hostage by the Priest. How Arbmos killed her to kill him. And how Arbmos offered to bring her back. And most of all, how she said yes. "Now, I'm not even a pony anymore," She said, slumping to the floor. "I'm not even a proper Vampony either, going by Arbmos' standards." Sir Hadesscream was silent for a few minutes, deep in thought. "DJ girl," Sir Hadesscream addressed. "I have orders for you." "Uh, yes sir! What are your orders?" Vinyl asked, trying her best to stand at attention. "Make some friends."
