"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 back to you."Elizabeth fell into thought again. The name Oliviér Lé Fóix, struck a chord in her. It was as if it rang a distant and old memory.Why did it sound so familiar?The thin face– no, Maximilian looked like the color on his thin face had suddenly drained from him. "You-You have finally drained me of everything and now I am no longer–""I have given you options, Maximilian, the imperial orders on my desk will not read themselves so please allow me to handle this Young Lady before you cry me a river." The expression on the Chief's face was an exhausted one.The Chief walked from his table, his height a shoulder taller than Maximilian. "Come, Elizabeth," he ordered, not looking back as he left his office.Elizabeth forced her legs to move from the spot, and followed the Chief. He moved faster without looking back at her shorter legs that had to add pace to manage to keep up behind him."Tell me, Elizabeth, how did you make it to Hara from Vie Town so quickly? I received a letter from James saying you would be here in a week time, you are several days earlier."She ran forward, as the Chief's eyes searched for her from beside him. "S-sir I boarded a Slave Carriage," she said in-between heavy breaths."Hm," the Chief nodded. "I will inform you that your job will be tedious….. no the circumstances around your job will be tedious, you must persevere if you wish to keep your job."Creases formed on her forehead. Hm? Circumstances? She did not understand why the Chief had said that.A pair of red eyes looked down at her shorter frame. "You will be a part of the Private Bleach case. I assume you have heard of Bleach."Her throat became drier and itchier than it already was. B-Bleach? The Legendary Greatest Swordsman? The Mysterious Werewolf Butcher? Amongst Commonerfolks, Bleach was some kind of twisted hero, a Vigilante that would rid the world of the diseases that were Werewolves.How could she not have heard of Bleach? She nodded. "Yes sir," she answered. "I-I will truly be a part of the case?" She did her best to restrain the excitement in her voice.The Chief paused, before nodding. He moved his hand, and Elizabeth watched him collect a rip blood red apple from the basket of Apples hung on the wall."Take this," he brought the succulent apple before her.Her first instinct was to ask what it was for, but having been trained by her Mother to become the Concubine of some wealthy merchant, she knew not to ask.She simply collected the apple, and as she looked back in front of her she realized that they were in front of an enormous hall door. On the highest point of the door it read–"O-oli…." Her eyes strained to read what was written so high on the door."Oliviér Lé Fóix," The Chief breathed before using just a hand to push open the hall door.As the doors were opening, revealing what lay inside, the Chief glanced at her with the exhausted expression he gave Maximilian. "I implore to look past the….. negative circumstances." He told her before walking in.Elizabeth shrugged off the statement, and followed the Chief inside. Her eyes went wide in an instant.Without thinking her legs carried her forward. She had expected that she was walking into someone's office, but this….. this was not an office.It was a whole library!Rolls of massive shelves with books of different colors wove around in an abstract shape. The golden chandelier illuminated a serene and peaceful light that matched the atmosphere.And…. Was that music she heard? Yes, music. A low and somber music, chilling, yet alive, it definitely added to the already solemn yet serene atmosphere.She giggled as she looked at all the books. She was not exactly a book lover, but as someone who never had books provided for her and had to perform manual labor to support her education…. Books had somehow woven a spider net in her heart.She placed them at high importance, and had gained a certain excitement whenever she saw one.Her empty fingers traced on one of the shelves as she unconsciously moved. She had expected with so many shelves around that it would be dusty at least but it was actually very clean, and smooth.She sighed, leaning towards a shelf to take a better look at some book when–"Hello?" Said a deep voice. It was gravel yet like the atmosphere somber and serene to the ears.The sweet-sour taste of berries wafted her mouth as she sucked in a breath from shock whilst the exquisite yet fresh smell of blackberries attacked her senses.Her eyes followed the voice, her head leaning back in surprise when her blue eyes met with the golden-red eyes staring right into her.They were the deepest shade of red she had ever seen, yet the touch of gold corrupted the majestic yet unholy sort of red. The red were simply dark-red rings around the bright and enchanting gold pupils.Never had she seen a Werewolf with such eyes. Her heart could not help but palpitate."Hello…." She replied hushly, afraid the Perpetrator might remove those absurd eyes from her line of sight when she wanted to understand them, unravel the mystery as to how anyone got those eyes….. they were simply…Alluring."You reek of human scum."She blinked, snapping out of her self-imposed daze.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
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
"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
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.
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
Heeled boots clicked on the concrete ground of the majestic castle. Two silhouettes trotted past the grey pillars, one a female following attentively behind a male."You must have heard of the so-called Werewolf Butcher? I take it Bleach must be a god before Commoners."Elizabeth rolled her eyes. It had only been a day, scratch that a few hours since she had had a new Superior but somehow the man had become the most annoying being she had ever met.Ignoring his quirk for randomly mocking anything and everyone whenever he wanted, he also had to obviously take a blow to her status as a Commoner all the time.Elizabeth did not mind the insults though, but repeatedly there was no way it would not become annoying. She breathed through her nose and spoke. "Sir, perhaps to some, but I have never seen the butcher as a hero, a hero seeks justice and supresess injustice, not advocate for brutality and vengeance."Her eyes met with Oliviér's golden-red ones that had narrowed towards her while h
A light skinned lady rushed towards them. She was a majestic creature. A female with the lightest of skin Elizabeth had ever seen it could even be considered a beautiful chalk-white color. Hair pin straight black hair travelled towards her abdomen whilst the frontals were pulled back by a red and black ribbon. Her slim face flushed, while her bright red eyes gleamed cheerfully.An Alpha she-wolf.She held onto her bell-shaped gown, while walking towards them in long strides. Finally she reached and gave a deep bow which Elizabeth thought was unnecessarily dramatic…. But you know… whatever works.She raised her hair up with a gentle smile on her face. "Good day to Lord Fóix, I was beyond ecstatic once I heard you had taken over the Butcher case, all the other Detectives at the Office are so incompetent."Elizabeth nearly choked on her own saliva once she heard the lady speak. What was this? This kind of compliment? It was true that Oliviér was the best of the best Detective but this…..
She lost herself to the yell, panic starting to set in but as a Half wolf the swishing of the air caught her attention.She raised her head just in time to see the arrow about to penetrate her forehead.Blood dropped on the concrete ground, the sound of the arrow puncturing skin entered Elizabeth's ears. Her heart pounded as she stared at the hand that had blocked the arrow from puncturing her forehead. Oliviér removed his hand with an arrow inserted inside from her face. He carelessly dislodged the arrow from his hand without so much as a quiet groan. Elizabeth's blue eyes watched as the wound swiftly knitted back, hastily knitting together and healing at an instant.Right…. Pure blood Alphas had immense healing abilities.Oliviér inched closer, seeing angst Commoners jumping on the guards. The guards themselves wasted no time to draw their weapons and fight back."Rebels," he muttered, eyes sweeping through the angst crowd.He caught the sight of other people moving along to coll