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Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Welcome to Hara.
"A commoner is worth more than a grain of sand, a Half breed is even worse, and you are both, the worst of two worlds, truly you are pitiful….but your fidelity happens to be worth more than both noble and commoner combined. Is that not an interesting fact?"— Oliviér Lé Fóix."I agree that aside from evangelism there is a sinful agenda but how can you judge my faith when you tempt me by standing in my house with your bare breasts in my sight?"— Sebastién Wright."You can pray we are interrupted so you do not say yes when I ask if I can rip your underwear and play with your pulsing little clit, Vixen."— Nicolas Dé Penthiévre."Haha, you've got me, I really have other plans besides seducing you into convincing that bastard for me, I want to fuck you, I mean the thought has been fucking me in the brain since I saw your bright and cheery face. I want my cock to tear that jaw."— Constantine Rousseau.A pair of blue eyes peered at the tedious environment surrounding the border of the legendar
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Job Grant.
Elizabeth opened the Carriage and stepped out of the car after grabbing her baggage swinging it on her shoulder."We're here." The tanned skin Coachman said, leaning against his wooden Carriage..Elizabeth glanced at him then stared at the massive construction in front of her. "Are you sure?" Elizabeth asked.The man nodded. "Champagne district's Investigative Office right?" Elizabeth nodded at the question. "We're here." The Coachman confirmed looking to the side.Elizabeth craned her neck at the building in front of her. Beautiful was the first thought that crossed Elizabeth's mind as she stared at the majestic building in wonderment.The gates of the Investigative Office were toned gold tall bars. Elizabeth wondered if they were truly made of gold or just colored gold?The bars had thin separation from each other, tall enough to share height with the entire building, with a silver metal template on the middle bars. You trust, and We serve, was inscribed on the template in a bold go
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Apple Sweetness.
"How can you do this to me? How can you murder me like this?" The thin faced man hushly asked, no longer yelling, as if he was somewhat defeated.Elizabeth darted her blue eyes in his direction, finally having the time to register his unkempt appearance. From his features, one could tell he could be the same age as the Chief, but somehow he still looked…. Older? He had short brown hair, the style of an army man. There was a shadow beard on his thin jaw with grey strands peppered in it. His face was frigid, and looked unwashed. He was standing so one could tell he was a bit taller than the average height, but everything about his exterior character seemed very….. human. If it were not for his golden eyes, it was very easy to mistake him for a human.The Chief stood up and sighed. "Murder? This order was given by the King himself, if you have a problem with it, Maximilian, then you approach His Majesty or to make things easier you can approach Oliviér and ask him to hand over your case
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Sweet Magots?
Gold smelted in the darkness of Mother's Hell. The Werewolves believed those who sinned against the renowned goddess would be sent to a purgatory could the 7th ring.There were 13 Summits, and each of those Summits represented a Deity. Mother Earth represented the 7th Summit and was revered by the Werewolves as if she was their own Mother.Right in front of Mother Earth was the Moon Slave– there was more history concerning this god but the Werewolves did not talk about him. They said he was evil, they said he would trap foolish Werewolves and use their souls as an ushering step to his awakening as the Moon god. Only Mother could be trusted amongst the thirteen Deities.This man. His eyes looked like the gold that represented Mother's eyes smelted into the dark Moon that represented the evil Deity Moon Slave.These elements made his eyes appealing, but mostly threateningly lulling. The slim, and fox shape of the lids around eyes, made them even more dangerous upto of intriguing. They g
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Under the Pale Moon.
Night in Hara Nation. The bright stars twinkled, scattered all over the skies of the great nation, forming a starry light that illuminated down in the thick woods of the Weeping Forest.The Pale Moon glistened the green leaves of the enormous mourk trees, shadowed and blanketed the tall figures that looked smaller than midgets amongst the giant-like Mourk Trees.The groups stood in these howling woods. One group dressed in identical commoner styled clothes. They're soiled, ripped, breeches and loose white V-necks turned completely brown, soiled from hard day's labour, and soured from being continuously worn. The leader stood out though, adorning a V-neck lace long sleeve, better looking than the top with brown colors, moth holes, and rolled up hems. His tight breeches weren't that bad as it looked pressed, and thoroughly washed to erase the brown stains that now looked faded. His hood though was black, and thick, fit for a middle-class man. He narrowed his one eye black, one eye mar
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Pretty prick.
"Unforgivable," A distinct silhouette ushered out from the smoke that pervaded the environment. The disgusting smell of blood and burnt flesh filled the air. From the smoke grew two balls of fire, which became the only light in the smoke filled darkness."I had to watch it all fall. Ashes upon ashes of everything I had held closest to my all consuming heart. They said it was my destiny, so I wish to ask, is it your destiny to die by my hand?" A hush hush delicate voice reverberated.As the smoke began to slowly disperse from the balls of fire surrounding the area, then came into view bodies…. Burnt, ripped apart brutally. Only one man losing two legs leaned against an eyeless dead body while quivering.As the silhouette began to become a seeable frame the man gasped. He had realized that it was in fact not two balls of floating fire both rather a pair of this person's eyes. This person…. This person had fire for eyeballs.A shadow smirk appeared on the frame's face. Just as the perso
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Divine Paladin
Elizabeth felt her heart palpitate once again after arriving at Hara. This…. Such a thing as coincidence should be rare right?Why did this man suddenly show up here? Elizabeth was not particularly brilliant at memorizing faces nor figures but there was a certain thing towards this person that made her remember.This man…. This man had somehow been the man she had teased at the border of Hara."Handsome man!"She had remembered yelling at him thinking there was a non-existent chance she would meet him.She had not seen his face, but she could not be more assured this was him.He bore a limpid expression on his chiseled face. It was the kind and gentle look a preacher would give, it did not match his warrior-like build or his domineering aura.Unlike Oliviér who had chiseled muscles, appropriate, slim, yet toned, the new character had a large and brick-like frame. He was wearing a golden armor which Elizabeth reckoned was very heavy and thick, yet his muscles managed to bulge through.
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Hands... Off.... Assistant....
The Paladin looked pressed by the last sentence but said. "Do not drag this joke on, Oliviér, you will not pull the trigg–"Pow! Pow! Smoke emitted from the hole of the pistol.Elizabeth flinched from the gunshot sound. He-he actually pulled the trigger? He had shot someone in the head in broad daylight."Oh my god-" Elizabeth's words became stuck in her throat upon moving her eyes to the "Paladin" that had been shot.The man stood firmly, formerly gentle red eyes glaring intensely at the golden-red eyes man in front of him with a gun pressed against his head."You've truly lost your mind," The "Paladin's" deep voice reduced into a whisper, a crusty, and gravelly whisper.Elizabeth, who had once again felt churns of heat in her stomach, was baffled. A threatening warmth had begun swirling in her stomach again, and out of habit she reached out to her face to touch her cheek. Since she was a child she had always felt a bitter-sweet warmth in her stomach when something…. Excited her. Pe
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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
