Herr Major's past
Hellsing: Birth of a monster, Major's untold story
Schrodinger and Major stood atop the Deus Ex Machina.
"You are a sadistic man."
"You haff no idea varrent officer."
Schrodinger tilted his head to the side. He had never known too much about his insane boss. The only two facts he could pin down were, he liked war and food, despite the fact he was a cyborg.
"How did you join ze nazis Herr Major?"
"Hmm, vell I suppose it could go back to mien childhood. Mien name vas Montanna Max, later dubbed 'Mad' Montanna Max by mien commanding officer. Mien papa died of alcohal poisoning in mien parent's room vhen I vas young."
Major adjusted his glasses and chuckled.
"Only later did I find out mien mutter vas a filzy vhore. She vas cheating on mien papa even before he died, in ze very same bed no less! So vone night I found mien papa's old gun."
Major slid an old german luger out of his pocket.
"Zis ist ze very same gun. Zat night I showed no mercy tvards zat vhore. Und I felt nozing vhen I did
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Major was bored. The manga was over and the ovas were coming to a close.
"Zere ist nozing to do here! .... Im going to ze kitchen."
Schrodinger was in the cafeteria with Hans and Zorin happily munching on a sandwich.
"Captain, Herr Major doesnt seem happy."
'Of course not. Ze Hellsing series ist almost over, zat means no more var for him.'
"But zere are two more OVAs left! He hast plenty of time! I say ve drag him out of zis place, it ist so gloomy."
'Id razer keep mien head Schro.'
The cat boy pouted.
"Vhy not Herr Captain? Im game."
Both Schrodinger and Hans looked at Zorin Blitz. She never agreed to anything. Especially if it came out of Schrodinger's mouth.
'Vell vere vould Major be anyvay?'
"Vere do you zink? Eizer ze control room or ze kitchen."
Hans rolled his eyes, the man was a little horker. Meanwhile Major was in his chair with a terkey club sandwich in his lap. He glanced left and right to make sure he wasnt being watched. He found the remote and
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"Oh?" Alucard grinned. Things were about
to get very interesting. Hans sat up in
his bed. He had a nagging sensation in
the back of his head. He followed it out
into the hall up to Seras' room. It wasnt
coming from her room but rather past it.
Hans remembered Seras' words of caution
about her Master's end of the hall. 'Ist
zis how Alucard summons people to his room?'
Hans was curious so he followed the feeling
to Alucard's door. Hans gave a few light taps
on the door. The door slowly creaked open on
its own. Hans was a tad bit creeped out by this.
Hans cautiously moved into the room, all
senses on high aleart. Hans looked around
the room. He walked up to Alucard's throne.
It was empty. He glanced behind the throne
to see Alucard's coffin. He couldnt help but
wonder if Alucard was asleep at the moment and
also wondered if it was safe should he accidentally
wake the no-life king. Hans walked over to the
coffin and read the text. 'A bird of Hermes ist
mien name, eating mien vings to
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"My friends, it has often been said that I like war.
Friends, I like war... No, friends, I love war! I love holocausts. I love blitzkriegs. I love defensive lines. I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations, and retreats.
Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of war that can occur upon this earth.
I love blasting the enemy to smithereens with artillery salvos that thunder across the lines of battle. My heart leaps with joy whenever a soldier is tossed into the air and cut to pieces by well placed sniper rounds. And there is nothing like a tank operator using a Tiger 88 to destroy enemy tanks. And the feeling that comes when a soldier runs screaming from his blazing tank only to be mowed down by heavy machine gun fire, is such an exquisite feeling.
Like when ranks of infantry brandish their bayonets rushing into the enemy line. It moves me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recr