Hellsing (ヘルシング)

This is the commander of Zeppelin 3,

The Arthur Seyss-Inquart!

We are losing lift!

All inter-ship communication systems are out!

Zeppelin 3 is going down!

Zeppelin 2, The Alfred Rosenburg

is under heavy fire!

We've lost contact with our ground forces!

[GER SOLDIER 3 7th Brigade has disappeared from radar...

Communication has been lost!

What happened?

Were they annihilated?

What the hell's going on down there?

Major, sir!

Your orders sir!

Major please!

We need orders!

You're very irritating.

Simmer down gentlemen.

Why don't you shut up,

relax and enjoy the thrilling climax!

So your subordinates have been brutally killed.

It's no excuse for wailing

like a bunch of cornered little virgins...

Captain?

Sir!

Go distribute firearms and ammunition

to any crewmembers healthy enough to stand.

If they can't stand, give them grenades.

But sir, we don't have

enough guns and bullets anymore!

Not for the whole crew!

Then arm them with pipes,

scraps of metal... whatever's handy.

Just arm and assemble my soldiers.

Once that's taken care of,

we'll begin a full assault on the enemy.

How about it?

Sound like fun?

We'll charge their ranks while singing

a jaunty rendition of "Horst-Wessel-Lied."

Oh, that's good.

Captain...

why aren't you singing?

I've had enough...

We are not the S.S.!

We are the German Navy!

We have only followed your orders

in the hopes of defeating the English Dogs!

But this is not war...

This is madness!

I will not allow any more of my men to die!

To come this far yet still not grasp

the true nature of this struggle.

So be it.

Insubordination is the flower of war.

What can I say?

He's hard to hit!

How you managed to join the S.S.

is beyond me.

Your aim is as terrible as ever Major.

Orders sir?

Oh... Shoot him.

Spare us his defeatist attitude.

Go arm every soldier on board, Ensign.

Is that understood?

The fate of those who will not obey

is in your capable hands.

It is time to teach another lesson of war.

"All who live by the sword,

shall inevitably die by the sword."

Everything is going exactly as planned.

By the time they realize their destinies never left my palm,

my fist will have already closed in around them.

Master...

Who is that?

Who's there?

Oh... of course.

It's me...

Lord, I would not kneel in prayer

for my salvation.

Fight!

Fight for the glory of your God!

God does not help those who kneel before him.

God does not save those who pray for mercy.

For those are not true prayers.

Would you beg in the presence of your Lord?

Your impiety begs only for death.

True prayer is forged in battle.

Dazzle your Lord with your prayer, and you shall know Him.

You shall know Jerusalem!

After the tearing, the crushing,

the breaking of men's bones...

when the fruits of our prayers lie at our feet...

God will descend from his throne on high

to bring judgment upon his wretched and pitiful servants!

Tell me, did your promises come to pass?

Where's your God?

Where's your kingdom?

What's the matter?

Answer me, King.

Mad King...

They're all dead.

Every last soul dead...

In service to you and to your promises.

For your prayers.

For your paradise.

For your God...

All were sacrificed.

Enemies and allies...

The people you swore to protect...

The country you would rule...

Men, women, old, and young...

even yourself.

Irredeemable.

You are truly a monster beyond all salvation, Count.

That doesn't mean we just give up now, does it?

Master!

That voice...

calling to me...

Master!

Who is that?

Who's there, calling out?

Master!

Oh... of course.

It's you...

Master!

Master!

It's burning...

His whole world, is burning away.

Master!

Master!

Stop yelling, Police Girl.

Why must you always insist

on making such an awful racket?

You're liable to wake the dead.

My Master...

Anderson.

There was a moment when

you could have defeated me...

you had your chance...

As the sun set on that barren field...

on that fateful evening over 5 centuries ago...

I would have let you claim my heart.

But now, your moment has passed.

You cannot defeat me.

Only a human can destroy a monster.

Only a human could dare hope to.

Integra.

There are many immortal monsters who roam this earth.

When I look at them, I wonder...

Were they created out of a desire for immortality?

Many of them desire war.

I've seen them roaming the bloodiest battlefields.

But in their battle cries I hear a craving...

I think, they cry out for death.

Nosferatu: the No-Life King.

His castle, his kingdom, it's people, his loved ones.

Even his very identity.

Everything was lost.

All that remains is a pale shadow,

wandering from battle to battle.

I have come to believe, Integra,

that those frightening immortals

are in fact, frail sobbing children.

You and I are the same!

You are me!

I was just the same!

Don't you understand this is how I became what I am!

Demons do not cry.

Are these the tears of a long dead child?

Demons do not cry.

You became a demon

because you couldn't cry anymore, right?

Humans cry, and when their tears finally run dry

there's nothing left, but a demon or a monster...

And one final prayer for death.

So laugh, demon.

Laugh that arrogant laugh of yours, and remember:

I beat you to it.

So how long will it be then?

How long before you are no longer

cursed to walk the earth?

Until the weight of my past

is shattered by my oncoming future...

It shouldn't be too long, my nemesis.

I'll see you in Hell.

Who is that?

The voices of children?

I can hear them...

The children...

They're all playing and...

I should go...

They're all waiting.

It's...

Is that really you Maxwell...?

You mustn't cry, children...

Say your prayers...

before you sleep...

Amen, children.