"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 person was about to raise hand filled with bloody vicious claws the sound screeching distracted the person.A pair of fire for eyes shot back, and another vicious shadow appeared in front. The person shouted at the top of their lungs."Shoūhân!" The person shouted upon seeing the much scarier shadow before them.…..Blue eyes flashed upon as she managed to awaken from her reverie. "No!" She screamed, the bed she was in suddenly raising mid-air and slamming against the wall.Her chest rose and fell, while her blue eyes searched for signs of either the Shadow with fire for eyes or the other one who was more vicious.Noticing that she was not in a blood-filled warfield but instead the cheap rent-room she had rented from one disgustingly perverted old bar owner. The bar was situated in one of the worst places in Overwatch. Places like that were referred to as….. Slums. She was in a slum.Remembering her night activity, and that she was in fact in this disgusting place she finally calmed, inhaling the gut retching smell of semen, cigarettes…. And possibly the odour from previous dirty pig-like persons.In summary, the room smelled like a whorehouse.As she managed to calm down her bed which was previously slapped against the thin wall fell safely back on the ground.Her eyes glanced at the cracked window, patched by slapping newspapers on it. As a former resident of Vie town, the hometown of farmers, she knew at an instance when she looked that it was already dawn.She sighed, although the fear of returning into such a sinister nightmare alarmed her but she could not control her dropping lids…..Knock! Knock! "What? Huh!" The sudden banging against her door, jolted her back awake. She panicked once more before calming herself.She looked towards the door, getting up from her bed and stalking towards it. Elizabeth acted smart and leaned her ear against the door."Who is it?" She asked loud enough for whoever was behind the door to hear."Madam, I am Calista, I have a message from Mr. Thompson for you."Elizabeth did not know who this Calista was, but she knew well Mr. Thompson. This was the lowlife pervert bar owner who also owned the room she rested in.Elizabeth nodded, even though she knew the person could not see her. "What kind of message is it?" She asked."I am unaware Madam…. It is written on paper. I think it is a letter." The female voice replied.Elizabeth breathed out. "Okay, thank you, please slip it into my room through the end of the door." Elizabeth flashed her usual smile, still knowing the person was unable to see her.A few seconds later what indeed looked like a letter was slipped into her room. Her eyebrows pulled together into a frown when she bent over to pick up the letter.She peeled open the envelope, and brought out a piece of fine paper with certain words on it. It read—Be at the Mourk forest at the edge of Dead man's land before daybreak's.Mr. FThis was the first time Elizabeth was encountering a situation like this. This was her first time in Overwatch Capital City, and she had kept a low profile since her arrival so very few people were already aware of her arrival.That being The Chief Faustus and then one Oliviér Lé Fóix. Elizabeth quickly matched the last name with the letter 'F'. Considering the man's strange actions yesterday, Elizabeth did not put it past him to send this type of ridiculous letter.As Elizabeth thought more of it she believed it to be true. She sighed, this was really ridiculous. She had just gotten the job and now she must go on to gallivant in the infamous Mourk forest so early in the day.Thinking back at her meeting with Oliviér, she agreed to the thought in her head that the man was a prick, albeit a pretty one. He was a pretty prick.Luckily, Elizabeth was naturally optimistic, and quickly rushed to collect herself for the day.…..In what was the darkness of the start of the day a man held a small stick with its arse on fire close to his mouth. He released a smoke filled breath while staring at the corpses in front of him that had gone cold.He was wearing a white print shirt, with a black waistcoat, coupled with a large thick overcoat and a perfectly knotted tie on his neck. His trousers were finely pressed, and boots obviously cleaned to perfection.As he sensed the presence of a blue-eyed girl from behind he glanced over his shoulder, pulling out a simple looking silver pocket watch and his eyes flickered onto it."You're late." He said, cold air escorting his breath out of his mouth.He eyed the blue-eyed girl with his eyes. Flitting from her roughly washed familiar boots, loosely fitted breeches, brown dressing, and a hip length coat much more than her size. Her pink hair was brushed yet looked somehow unruly laying on her delicate face.The skin on his forehead scrunched softly at the sight. "You look horrendous." He said softly with his usual gravel voice.Elizabeth sighed at his words, yet lips curled up into a tender smile.Well good morning to you too, Oliviér Fóix."I should have you flogged for arriving two minutes after time." He said the words so seriously that Elizabeth's smile quickly fell.He was joking right?He threw the cigarette on the ground, and crushed it with his feet. He began walking forward, not even minding the bodies around him."Do not touch the bodies, you might cause difficulties for the team tasked with the sensitive details. Careful with your steps, I've noticed you walk like a fucking drugged hyena."The tongue lashing against her began so quickly she was dumbfounded. Someone so handsome and reputable but somehow his tongue was this terrible? Did he have something against her already or was this his everyday attitude?"I presume you have heard of the butcher– Bleach?" He asked, still looking at the bodies around him.She nodded. "Yes, but I do not have insider infor–""You look…." He glanced at her again, the creases on his forehead deepening. "Not stupid, so the information you have should serve you well for now.""That–" she bit her tongue when she saw him raise an eyebrow. This man was like a wall. "Nothing sir."He took his golden-red eyes away from her and continued speaking. "They were slain ruthlessly. From what I can tell some with a sword and some with claws. This thing must be–"He suddenly stopped speaking. His dark eyebrows slowly knitted together into a tight furrow before settling. He sniffed the air, reminding Elizabeth this man was a literal wolf in human clothing.His expression settled into the usual bored one permanently on his face. He turned towards Elizabeth. "Half breed," she felt the need to straighten her posture from his strict tone. "Luckily enough for you today, you will learn a new lesson, we shall call it– Keep the naughty pup away."She appeared confused by his words but he simply smiled, a sickeningly sweet smile that made her flinch. She knew that Werewolves were scary but he was truly extreme."Good morning, Oliviér." A much deeper voice greeted him.She flinched again. Did she not just say Oliviér's scariness was extreme? Why was this new character giving her a similar feeling to Oliviér?She for some reason did not want to turn to see this newcomer.Oliviér, curse the man had different plans apparently. "Ah, top of the morning to you, exalted divine paladin, have you met my new assistant?"His words, especially the honorifics were dripping with so much sarcasm that Elizabeth feared it might soak her clothes.But that fear was nothing compared to when the newcomer turned to face Oliviér, indirectly facing her.Oh no.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
Fingers which were long, separate and had sharp claws caught a bunch of pink shoulder length hair, viciously pulling her back towards its black domineering frame. "Argh!" Elizabeth groaned as sheer pain rocketeered from her head to her spine.It was not over when she felt her body caught through the wind and flung back, then slammed against the wall, before finally landing on the cold hard ground. Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut from the pain, opened, and her body ran cold from the throbbing aches that spasmed from her spine to her head."Pathetic. A dog pretending to be a Wolf, it is no wonder you can not defend yourself. A disgrace." The Rogue spoke in English with the heaviest accent she had ever heard.It was close to a Vieann accent but it was Vieann.There was something Rogues despised more than regular Werewolves. It was weaklings. Their kind discarded the weaker of their Pack whenever a child had turned eight through a series of rituals.She paid no mind to the insults
Humans? They were irrelevant, they died from age, they died from diseases, weaker creatures who hid in their little humans when the real creatures of nightmares came. Shapeshifters….. Beasts….. Wolves who came lurking out at night. Humans….. When the monsters came to play all they could do was run…. Run… Run…. Oliviér learnt that from a rather young age. Ah, they would always hide, silence themselves, peek, whenever they saw. The young boy sauntering, wondering why these humans were so fearful of him. He no longer wondered….. He was a fiend. Everyone sought a painless death. One that they go down swiftly, without enduring the pain that came before the darkness. Without the agony, with the exhilaration of the taunting feeling. He sought pain. The feeling that hurt not only the body but the mind, that sent your mind to a state of high that nothing else matters than the signal of pain the brain had sent to the rest of you. The one that sent his enemies to their knees, and tore
How to describe the Werewolves who served Mother Earth? The monsters who thrived under the sufferings of the Commonfolks- etu ehmonsta in the language of Vieanns. In some parts of the world they were believed to be the servants of the devil…. A creature that guarded the gates of hell. But he was nowhere near. He was much different from any devil, he was the child who basked under the light of Mother Earth, forsaking the cruelty in the Werewolves' nature. No…. he was the son of the incarnate of pure hatred, and evil in one. In the eyes of the humans the great butcher of the false goddess. He would spend his free days feeding the Lowborns, teaching the children and fighting tooth and nail to grahr them SOME rights in the Kingdom but he would still never change in their eyes. Just like his race he was another monster of the false goddess as they would always point out behind his back. Created to be greatness alongside his comrades in the army, they would cause strife and pain to Commo