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Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Bitter Tongue [2]
They were led to quite the sightly Manor. Although it was easy to take note that it was not nearly as big as Duke Constantine Rousseau's Villa, it was still all too glamorous for Elizabeth.There were rolls of flowers that led up to the large, black gate of the house.Two men stood in front of the mansion. Elizabeth's stream blue eyes eyed the sigil printed on the chest of the armor. A red shark fighting for dominance with white one.These men were odd. They were aloof, and menacing, but Elizabeth could still tell that they were not Werewolves perhaps just highly trained individuals."Come, Please." Said Oliver already walking towards the Manor.The men descended their eyes down on Oliver in front of them. "37. Welcome back, the butler seeks your presence." The man with black pupils said to Oliver.Had it not been for spending too much time with high ranking Werewolves Elizabeth would have shuddered.Oliver nodded. "Come, Sir and Madam." "Wait…. Who do you have with you?" The guard w
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Bitter Tongue [3]
“And here we are, the second parlor,” Butler Clement said before stepping to the side.Oliviér didn't have any impression of the luxurious Manor but Elizabeth was engrossed by the impressive wooden door with a brass, shark shaped knocker. The butler opened the door with a small bow. The sight that greeted both Oliviér and Elizabeth was a kneeling girl.The girl was nearly as young as Oliver. What was actually surprising was that she was not as malnourished and dirty as Oliver. She had light skin for one, and looked to be dressed in a nice pair of clothes.Elizabeth believed she was something like a handmaiden? Though she was the prettiest handmaiden Elizat had ever seen, granted Elizabeth had not met many handmaidens.The girl was kneeling to a lady. The lady was lean. It was not an exaggeration, for Elizabeth could see the drastic dip in her collar bone. The lady was clad in a smothering red ankle length red dress that enunciated her lean stature.The lady had curly red hair that em
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Secrets of the Rousseau Villa
A man stared out his window with a glass of red wine in his hand. Classical music played smoothly as he stared aimlessly out the window. He ran a hand through his silver curls while taking a sip on the wine which was as thick as blood.A lone look filled his face, and his hand squeezed the glass cup hard. Suddenly the sound of glass breaking resounded around the room. "Oh, oh, oh no…. Master Rousseau I— I don't know what happened-"A small face girl knelt down on the ground and scrambled to pick up the shards of glass fallen on the ground.Someone barged into the spacious room, breaking the serenity that filled the area. The butler didn't even flinch in his cold expression upon meeting the scene of the small faced girl scrambling around. The butler Marcel simply blinked and said. "Such a foolish mistake…. Has it been too long since you were disciplined?"Constantine didn't bother looking back at the commotion in his room. "Master Constantine…. I apologize- I-"The girl cried out, try
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Prodigious Knight
As if he had not caught everyone off guard enough he continued by saying. "I know you murdered your husband."The Lady looked like she had worked very hard to not choke on her saliva from Oliviér's words.She finally managed to gather herself back, and straighten her slouching back once again with a small smile on her face."My Lord, what do you mean?"'Is he here to investigate the death of Mallory?' Adrienne was confused by Oliviér's words. 'But how can a merchant be worthy of attracting the hand of a master detective?'Oliviér tapped his fingers upon his knee pad, with nothing but a resting expression on his face as he said. "I needn't repeat myself again, it is of no cause. Miss Buford, I would like for you to narrate the manner of your husband's death to me."Adrienne's poised figure nearly cracked from those words. "My Lord, is this an investigation?"Oliviér let out a small life lackluster of a humor when heard before glancing towards Elizabeth and shaking his head as if making
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Bad blood
Truly a man entered the room. The man oozed of a different air from Oliviér. When Oliviér entered the room he sucked the life out of the room, leaving only the sour and scholarly air.As thick boots hit the floor, it left thudding noises in it's wake. The moment such a huge person entered the room instead of sucking the life out of the room he left only a domineering aura that spread throughout the room.Elizabeth's eyes widened. Hair that was a fine blonde, so short that it was trimmed along his forehead. Thick muscles building up his buff mass, and red eyes. He was wearing what looked like a jacket built from a cattle's skin— leather. His trousers were built the same as well, and his shirt was a plain white that showed too much chest skin.The dressing to, Elizabeth was strange. She had seen Commoners put on anything in the name of shielding their nakedness if they had nothing to wear, but Elizabeth had never seen this style before.She was frankly bewildered and intrigued. She wan
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Crime analyst
The Duke's Mansion this time was strange. They seemed to be noises coming from the parlor before they even reached the parlor."It seems the Duke has guests." Oliviér said when hearing the noises.Elizabeth who was curious asked "Well then, should we go meet them sir?" Her eyes even sparkled as she asked.Oliviér looking down at her could not help the wonderment he felt. Was it truly that sometimes she did not think straight? Oliviér shook his head, raising a hand up at Elizabeth. "Do I truly need to take you over to Yabba Left mental asylum? It would be a shame if yet again another assistant had to be checked in there."Elizabeth bit the corner of her inner mouth, looking away from him, then did she think…. What did he mean by yet again another assistant?"Besides I was merely thinking aloud, you are returning to your room, you are not coming anywhere with me."Elizabeth cocked her head to the side. Why did Oliviér always aim to confuse her? What was the point of going back to her
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Signs of madness
Night had come once again in Hara Nation. Elizabeth stared at the ceiling with wide open eyes unable to catch any sleep. She had known that coming to Hara meant quite the change for her but who really would have thought that it would have been so eventful.For the first part, being placed as Oliviér Fóix's assistant did not come to her mind. She was optimistic about the job but she also remembered other Commoners who had gone to Hara Nation to find work but were met with alienation and degradation, that even with the proper certificates they would be unable to find work.Never had she thought her identity as a Myriad would propel her into such a viable position on her first day in Hara. Although speaking of Oliviér Fóix he was the handful.Thinking of her Superior, the rush of color that appeared on her face could not be helped. She did not turn around but she could feel his presence very close to her, so much so that his clothes brushed against her back.She nodded in response. "How
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Separation
Making her way to the parlor she was met with several voices. She popped her head into the parlor and was met with the sight of Lord Rousseau, Jamie, and Lord Fóix seated around.There seemed to be an ongoing discussion and when Elizabeth turned her neck she realized that Sebastién was just leaning against the wall, a small distance between them and the blonde man.Oliviér's eyes moved from Jaime, finding their way towards the pink haired girl that was peeping from the parlor's entrance.Oliviér was dressed in a dark attire, and this time around his hair was tied into a loose ponytail, one that still relented to his front hair playing on his face.What was surprising to Elizabeth was that everyone in the room was dressed in professional attire as if they were suited for travels. Well it was everyone besides Sebastién who was wearing something similar to what he had on yesterday except this one was in a darker shade of brown."Good morning," Elizabeth greeted, attracting the attention
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Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Crime analyst Jaime!
009 was making his way to the bedroom, as he hit the blocked door the elderly man and the young female jolted in shock.Jaime sighed, his eyes looking down at the book in front of him. "The butler has failed to exterminate the enemy."Lady Constance turned to him with sharp eyes. "What shall we d—"The door was torn off it's hinges and slammed on the ground.Emerging from the counter, Jaime's eyes swirled a myriad of different colors. They bore holes into the Shadow that had entered the room as if daring it to attack again. Before 009 could register what was happening a chair flew towards him, to which 009 responded with a snarl and then it dispersed, and then re-materializing in duplicates of itself.Lady Constance immediately reacted by defending herself against a small group of duplicates that sprung an attack with hellbent conviction on eradicating her. She had grabbed the fireplace poker stick and was using it to diligently deflect all the blades that were seeking to impale him
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Hell of a butler [2]
Long ago, centuries before even the Civil war in Hara existed a beast. This beast was born from an ancient deity who had long passed and an extremely powerful demon.It scoured the lands and massacred many and those Werewolves and Sacred creatures dared to attack it would send them into a trance called Hunt. In this trance he had the upper hand as his victims would be literally in his home ground.The beast though was slain by an angry mysterious hunter whose most beloved apprentice The beast had killed. The mysterious hunter till this day its head hung as a collectable artifact for the Church of Earth Mother.A person with a slender tail trailing behind his legs stalked through a long hall. You could hear the thudding noises it made as it stalked through the hall, and slight hisses.The Shadows could certainly hear it. The lead Shadow spoke. "Scatter, I don't have time for this child games,"The right hand Shadow– 009 would have wide eyes if he had them at the lead Shadow's order. "S
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Hell of a butler [1]
Back at the Rousseau Villa a white haired butler did his work efficiently.Wiping a glass cup in his hand he had a clear expression on his face as he focused immensely on his task. The cold wind chilled against his back and the eerie sound of the moving wind filled the room."I hear snakes have very sharp senses that they can basically taste air." A solemn voice said. "You will die."You will die. Those words were anything but new to the white haired butler. Having lived a secluded life, he was used to those words. An abomination to Earth Mother and everything her church stood for, he had found himself living a life that was away from others because he knew for his kind of person only death would await him if anyone was to discover his identity.The butler smiled. Oh did he hate sneaky rodents.He was accustomed to being cast to die, hell even the universe wanted him dead. Since a little age the universe itself wanted to murder him, after all being an abomination was a sin against th
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Mallory Buford the Wolf
Alistair was just about to stand up and bounce but upon seeing the small smile in the man's lips he halted himself from trying this.He asked. "What are you investigating?"The man's smile widened. "Firstly I am Oliviér Fóix, secondly do you know a man by the name Mallory Buford?""Mallory Buford?" Alistair's mouth was suddenly feeling dry.Oliviér placed his arm upon the counter, his expression unable to tell much of his thoughts."Why are you investigating Mallory Buford? Is he dead?" Alistair asked, shuffling uncomfortably in his seating position.Oliviér jolted an eyebrow. "Why? Do you wish him to be?"Alistair's eyes popped for a moment before he shook his head, doing his best for his eyes to not meet the golden-red eyes of this strange man."Of course not," Alistair quickly replied.Oliviér's eyebrows came back down. "That is a good thing, it is also good that you know Mallory Buford."Alistair looked like he had choked on his own saliva when he heard those words. He breathed th
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Two faced Noblemen
The youthful man touched her light olive hand with tenderness and another one gripped her chin softly. "Mhm," she moaned quietly as a warm electric shock speared through her body at the contact. Vanilla and Strawberry mix attacked her senses, lowering all sense of fear and further turning her logical side into putty.She swallowed, darting her eyes from Nicolás to Sebastién in fear and anxiety. But the excited Nicolas did not take notice of that as he smiled happily at her."Let's dance Lizzy!"Elizabeth on the other hand was feeling stiff from having his hand on her chin. She hoped she once again was not red but she had a feeling she was."Lizzy?" The man said, his voice hoarse giving off the feeling of the crispness from a delicious meal.His expression gave off one of confusion, but any innocence that was present in his confused look was neutered by the dangerous humor in his green-red eyes.Her skin had run hot again while she tried to preserve her dignity by calling him to order
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Marietta [2]
Sebastién looked at her. She continued. "Is that not the man in this sketch?" Elizabeth asked, opening the sketch to Sebastién."Is that not Edwin Hoover?" She looked towards the man staring at the young girl in fear.Sebastién glanced at the old man. Squinting his eyes from the sketch to the old man. "There is a striking resemblance." Sebastién said.Elizabeth nodded. "Yes there is," Elizabeth replied. "What do we do now?" She added."We wait for a little…. Observe before going in to question him." Sebastién said in response.Although Sebastién was not a master detective like Oliviér, Sebastién was a decorated Captain of one of the most elite brigades. Elizabeth understood he was not completely useless in detecting. So she decided to trust his decision."I swear you always do this, Father. Why must you sit here and wallow for that woman mindlessly?" Marietta voiced in an unusual chippy tone.Elizabeth took note of something. Although Marietta's features were strange and were not clea
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Marietta [1]
"Night has come, Lizzy." She heard the youthful yet whiny voice of the male next to her.She resisted the nagging urge to roll her eyes. She had pacified herself about the disappearance of her Superior as a much needed break from bitterness, but it turned out there was not much sunshine at the end of the rainbow.Who knew Nicolas was so talkative? Elizabeth was happy to have such a sunny individual for a change around her but she spoke for anyone who had ever met Nicolas that…. He was way too sunny.There was always something to speak about when he was around. She wondered if he was well respected around Commoners with this relaxed attitude."We still have not found this Edwin Hoover. It is beginning to seem this sketch will not be of any use," Nicolas said, leaning against the wall.While Elizabeth was listening to him speak more about how tiring this was becoming she made sure to have wondering eyes. She had to say old people were more energetic than she thought. Thinking about how
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. 22 Farenpotter [2]
The place reeked of cigarettes, something highly intoxicating, alcohol and sweat. Bodies were grinding against each other to the slow music playing. Alistair dropped his glass of martini on the bar counter, and rested the side of his head on the hand propped up on the counter listening to the careless rambling of the adorable brunette in front of him. The red haired man put on an attentive face, with his eyes trained on the ever moving lips of the lady in front of him. "So you'd call yourself a traveler?" She asked, finally bringing the attention back to Alistair.Alistair arched his ginger eyebrows, piqued at the sudden turn around of attention. The girl– Marionette, Alistair thought was her name had been ever so eager to keep the attention on her. Alistair was surprised she'd suddenly stopped talking about her lonely life and her demon cat. Alistair replied. "I would, I'm the kind of person that loves to explore the world. There's so much beauty this world has to share to settle
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. 22 Farenpotter [1]
The scent of sin wafted the air. One would fear that only stepping foot inside the building was enough to condemn you into damnation for the kind of sins that soaked the air. Bodies grinding together. Body sweats, alcohol, and possibly something far too intoxicating coming in contact in the air."Of course 22 Farenpotter street is a night house." Oliviér said with indignation as he entered the building loaded with people each either enjoying the solemn music or practicing in some illicit affair.Oliviér noticed it was not just humans that filled this place. They were even Werewolves who engaged their carnal desires with either their kind or humans Some of these Werewolves bared their elongated canines as they rubbed and touched their partner. It was unclear what they aim of unleashing their fangs, but Oliviér could only assume there was some deranged fulfillment from this act. The sound of humans and werewolves writhing in the pleasure of having these wolves scratch these fangs alon
