Oliviér stepped down from the stairs, each step slow and easy as if he was the owner of the house. One of his hands were dug into his pockets, a part of his hair pushed behind his ear.Elizabeth had never seen such a cold look on his face before. His eyes that were trained on the Duke looked sharp yet hard and unforgiving, and there seemed to be a strand of vein pulsing on his fair neck.He spoke. "It's been a while, Constantine." He stood at the end of the stairs.Constantine Rousseau stared back at him, he did not mind the murder gleaming in Oliviér's eyes, simply smiling cheerfully."I haven't seen you in years, Fóix, always so busy with the next murder case, which is what I presume you are here for?"Constantine stretched out his hand towards Oliviér, who caught the hand in a friendly shake, although Oliviér's face was not too friendly.Oliviér suddenly broke into a laugh, his expressionless face now brimming with joy. "Ah, Constantine, don't be ridiculous, can I not visit a frien
The full moon had come once again in Hara. At the red unit of Ayhorn District were the miscreants of the Nation. Citizens of Hara that had been deemed no longer useful to the Nation, citizens lower than Commoners, these citizens were named– Miscreants.Poverty greatly overwhelmed the red unit. Every house was built with thatch roofing, and mud that had huge cracks spreading out on it. The Red unit was the shame of Hara, focusing the Royal Council to eliminate the Red unit from the Harian Map, and moving the Red unit closely to the Border between Hara and their enemy Country Fellorn.Suffice to say the Red unit were cannon fodders for if a war would ever break out between Hara and Fellorn. That way the Miscreants of Hara would be useful to their nation.A small shaped male shoved past the beggars filtered on the broken steers of the Red unit. A couple of larger men followed him from behind, then pushed through those beggars who went as far as grabbing the legs of the small man to, beggi
Elizabeth stared out at the full moon from her window while scratching arm. The full moon always made her woozy. As a creature who was both a human and a wolf she was connected to the Source more than anything else.The Source being the god of outcasts, lorded over Myriads who were the worst of both worlds. The Source was a dark entity of pure evil, and Elizabeth feared being close to the Source, but during the full moon she felt closer to the Source than ever, her body would be full of Spiritual energy. She did not even bother sleeping because she knew she would have terrible dreams to the Source.She scratched her arm profusely before looking down at her arm which had turned red and itchy. Her eyes narrowed down to her hand which had turned black and curved in an animalistic manner, with bent thick ugly claws.She sighed. Myriads were not capable of shifting into their Wolf counterparts because their Wolf sides were too weak, but during the full moon when they were closest to the Sou
What a mess.The glass was shattered into several pieces on the ground. A heavy brown coffin, made from rough wood, lay on the ground, dust ridden.Oliviér swiped his finger on the top of the dust covered coffin. The way the planks were roughly nailed together left tiny spaces to see if you pressed your eyes onto it.He bent and pressed his eyes on the small space to see what laid inside the coffin. His golden-red eyes looked down, only to see utter darkness. He was not sure if there was something inside the coffin or just pure darkness, but it was strange all together."The Villa of a Duke was infiltrated by a masked Werewolf hunter, and then a coffin was thrown at the Duke, say Constantine what happened to your security?" Oliviér casually said, rising from the Coffin.Constantine Rousseau was wearing a black robe which allowed a glimpse of his chest. He yawned, then cut his bloodshot eyes at Oliviér."I reckon even the best of the best might not be able to stop this Werewolf Butcher
This type of green was the type that reflected near the water. It was shining incredibly bright, the green was hidden as a small dot whilst it was surrounded by dull red rings.Was he a Werewolf too?He had dark blonde locks which were curly and running down to his face. His symmetrically carved face with gracefully crude edges. Like a rugged aristocrat? His green-red eyes stared down at Elizabeth whilst his bronze-like colored lips hooked up a bit.He was wearing a jacket, a mask, a glove, trousers, white stockings, flat-soled shoes, a body cord, and a weapon with which she reckoned he used to bout. He also wore a mask cord and a lamé made of conductive material, which was worn over the jacket.Like a disease heart might very well have stopped if only for a second because her voice squeezed in her throat and core began to simmer lightly again. Against her will she squeezed her thighs together and tightened her cunt.Why did she do that? She was startled by that behavior.The lean sil
"Lady Constance, I don't think that will be really appropriate." Elizabeth was quick to reply.It was not just because she was afraid of Lady Constance, since she had been trained and honed in fencing by the Headmaster of the Junior Investigator Podium, but she had never spared with a WarWolf before.She remembered when the Headmaster had begun her training, she was lucky to have been picked by the Headmaster amongst other Commoner children with dreams of becoming an Investigator and trained by him.When the Headmaster had first begun her fencing training she had been sloppy and without a single knowledge of fencing besides that she needed to make sure the lithe fencing foil did not hit her body.It was slow but she did learn, and up to date the Headmaster had been the only Alpha Wolf she had fenced with.She was not assured of her Victory against Lady Constance. Matter of fact she was afraid the Lady might even try something nefarious during the fencing, seeing as she did not like El
Elizabeth was shocked by Lady Constance's actions. She was seriously working to hurt Elizabeth.Starting with the ruthless shoulder tackle from her, and the whipping of her blade to her body. There was nothing about this that was close to fencing.Trying to fend off Lady Constance, she could only afford to be totally passive against the aggressive Lady who wanted to attack quickly. It was difficult and made Elizabeth's heart pound restlessly as she defended without being able to initiate her own attack. She kept moving, both forward and backward, and tried to force Lady Constance to adjust while trying not to get too close. Her face was scrunched up into dismay and stains of exhaustion as she took slight shots at Lady Constance's hand and short lunge attacks to the arm, which was with the aim to keep herself from settling too much into a comfort zone but also with the aim of putting herself at minimal risk from Lady Constance's ruthlessness. The small beats on her opponent's bl
"What is this new lead you were speaking of?" Elizabeth asked, making her way down from the carriage.The place they had dropped was filled with muddy houses, and peasants everywhere. Elizabeth, who was used to such sights, was not particularly responsive to it but she was curious as to why they were here."And why are we here?" Elizabeth asked, looking around.Oliviér who had dropped down from the carriage had a look of slight indignation on his face."The Duke received word of an attack from the Butcher. According to analysis it must have been down a few minutes before Bleach attacked the Rousseau Villa." Oliviér looked towards Elizabeth.With a sigh he added. "Come," He gestured at Elizabeth.Elizabeth looked surprised. "Hm?" She could only hum.Oliviér sighed again, his expression changing into one of dullness as he spoke again. "Come here, little assistant." Elizabeth did all she could not to express her exasperation on her face as she took light steps towards him, clearly a lit
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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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