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The cords of death entangled me, the anguish of the grave came upon me; I was overcome by trouble and sorrow. Then I called on the name of the LORD : "O LORD , save me!"
. . .
Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the LORD has been good to you.
. . .
Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.

Psalms 116: 3-4; 7; 15

[The LP screen settled at an angle on its side from an insect's perspective, positioned diagonally to the side to take in the contour of the Archbishop's shoulder and the profile of his face. The screen blinked repeatedly before coming into focus, stopping dead on the Catholic's visage from his position on the leaf-covered ground. His hair was mussed to the point where it was almost ready to slip from its binding, several twigs sticking out at odd angles. The Bishop's vestments were in a similar state of disarray, body spread over the earth as though he'd just collapsed, his eyes turned skyward.]

Is this . . . ? Am I . . .?”

[ A hand drew level to shield oceanic hues from the glare of the hot sun, golden rays tingling pleasantly against his cold skin. The pale wraith of a man spread skeletal fingers across the span of a cheekbone and up along the bridge of his nose, vision fading in and out as the excess stimuli assaulted his fragile psyche. He did his best to take in the sounds and the sights of his foreign surroundings, trembling violently when he attempted to raise his upper torso. Weak. Weak as a newborn. ]

Am I dead?"

[His voice—already stretched thin—echoed across the empty woodland, spanning up and up through the trees until quieting into an insignificant whisper. He craned his head towards the sounds of the wildlife before an uncertain smile spread shakily over his lips, a thought striking him rather abruptly.]

. . . Is this Eden?"

[ A shuddering breath later a bloodstained glove reached towards the LP device unwittingly and hitting it askew, the frequency suddenly blanking out.]

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Character Name: Archbishop Enrico Maxwell

Organization: Iscariot


All villains have their modus operandi, and Maxwell is no exception to the rule. As Hellsing's antagonist, Enrico fits the profile of a haughty, self-serving lunatic whose position of power provides him with the means necessary to twist and manipulate those around him. An ambitious megalomaniac, he finds no fault with using people as pawns, choosing to operate under the belief that 'the end justifies the means'. In short, if their involvement does not afford him the advantage, then they are considered disposable. Rather than meddle in Iscariot affairs directly, he prefers to pull the strings from behind the curtains, letting others perform his nefarious deeds for him. These actions give others the false impression that he is a coward. I believe he does this intentionally, for what better way to hide the extent of your power than to let an enemy underestimate you? And while this façade of cowardice makes him appear harmless, the dear Archbishop possesses an intellect and a charm that are both exceptionally dangerous. This can explain why the Vatican support his ventures so fool-heartedly, for not even they realize the full magnitude of Maxwell's schemes. The deceitful little 'warthog' has them all wrapped around his little finger—or at least to the point where they turn a blind eye to how he abuses his position.

As a Catholic, Enrico's faith is absolute—zealous to the point where it even borders on psychosis. In the OVA, when the Major questions the sanity of God for letting an individual such as himself exist, Maxwell's calm composure slips to reveal blind fury. He doesn't take kindly to insults to his religion and is very intolerant of those with differing opinions regarding doctrine or biblical matters. In fact, he harbours an extreme animosity towards any one apart from the Catholic Church in general, regarding all non-Catholics to be damned in his eyes whether they believe in God or not. To him, all non-believers are heretics—worthless heathens that cannot be saved.

“Through Christ, all things are possible.”

His blind devotion to the Church and to God make him unable to see past his own pride. He is ruthless almost without exception, having a sanguine nature that is practically delusional. Violence for the sake of God's glory excites him, for instance. By his account, the deliverance of punishment to all who incite Iscariot's fury is divinity. It is arguable that this aspect of his personality stems from the pathological, though whether he is truly insane or not is never revealed. In the end, what we do know is that Enrico Maxwell is a man consumed by hate and pride, both of which contribute to his eventual downfall.


From a very young age, dear Maxwell was abandoned at St. Ferdinand Luke's, an orphanage outside Rome where Father Anderson worked. He was cast aside because he was the illegitimate child of a mistress, unfit for society's expectations: an outcast. While the Priest tried to take the boy under his wing, Enrico became enraged and embittered by the cruelty of the world's indifference to his pain. He vowed to become someone so important that no one could ever look down upon him again.

Father Anderson did his best to instill some manners in the young Italian, but little Enrico remained an unruly and demanding brat throughout his childhood—up until even his adult years—despite the extensive amount of personal attention the good priest placed on him. No matter how loving and gentle he was, Anderson was unable to break the pretentious orphan from his vindictive nature, and over the years Enrico became withdrawn to the point where ambition took the place of his loneliness; he soon progressed through the clergy ranks, even managing to gain a foothold into the upper hierarchy of the church.

Given time, he would rise to the head of the Iscariot Organization itself, utilizing the Vatican's vast resources to such an extent that Iscariot's reputation often comes into question. (Not to say that their line of work is tea-party-conversation to begin with—Maxwell just so happens to play a big part in the Papacy's schemes.) The Sect—though suppose nonexistent—carries out only the most 'delicate' of missions, protecting the Catholic doctrine and the realm of Christendom through whatever means necessary. However, it is speculated that Maxwell takes things too far in his zealotry; though his faith is pure, he becomes blinded by his own ambitions, and eventually descends into the realms of egotistical megalomania.

A number of the Catholic community—Anderson among them—appear to feel that Enrico's methods warrant further inspection, but as he claims to fulfill the will of God Himself, there are none who were willing to stop him before the policies he employed became pure lunacy. In the course of his madness, he eventually orders the slaughter of London's civilians, losing sight of his original intent in the quest for power. Rather than reconcile the differences between Hellsing and Iscariot in the face of a common foe, he turns their rivalry into his own personal Crusade.

Upon the apex of the series he becomes something of a power-hungry extremist, destroying everything in his path in God's name when really his ulterior motives deal with his own glory.

Like lambs to the slaughter, Maxwell foolishly leads his legions to be needlessly sacrificed. In the process, not only does he lose control over the Vatican's armies, but he loses the loyalty of Father Anderson as well. In the end, his actions cost him more than he could ever possibly imagine: His life. And by whose hands did the tyrant fall? In a manner of speaking: his own. While it was Anderson who drove the literal blade into the protective glass of his helicopter, the proverbial sentencing of his demise came from his own lips.

Rather than allow Iscariot's corrupt and fanatical Chief to destroy the foundations of the principles that he believed in, Father Anderson at last severed the ties between them, turning a deaf ear to Maxwell's screams for help when the Midian's familiars began to writhe around him. Unable to escape from their clutches, and with a tone of finality, he was abandoned to death's call in the form of impalement, left to die much in the same way as he had lived: Utterly and completely alone.


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Archbishop Maxwell

October 2013

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