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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. 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.
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