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Alkaline (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

PoisonousIvee

PoisonousIvee

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Joined
Nov 28, 2017
Derek had been doing this for a long time; long after he became a man. He didn't remember much of his childhood, only that one day people from the Vatican came and took him from the orphanage he lived in.
Ever since, he had been trained by a secret sect as a hunter - to seek and destroy those who would go against God. Man or beast, it didn't matter. Derek killed in His name.
He was the best.

He returned to Rome, to Vatican City, and entered his home cathedral silently. He removed his hat, his medium length red hair coming lose a bit from its tie, and stepped toward the Confessional. Stepping inside, he knelt before the screen and made a sign of the Cross.
"You have returned, my son." An old, leathery voice spoke warmly from the other side.
"The creature stealing livestock and bringing plague is no more." Derek reported, his voice soft - humble.
"Good work, as always, my son."
"Thank you, Father." Derek didn't even look when the back wall of the Confessional opened, revealing a cave tunnel.
"Come. The work of God is never done." Father Leonardo said before he walked down the tunnel. Derek replaced his hat firmly as he stood, following the old man silently.
 
The father led him through passages and corridors until they both arrived at one of the armories that Derek was now so accustomed to. Other fathers and vassals of the church were working tirelessly to clean, repair, and bless various weapons and armor.
 
Sights and smells Derek took comfort in regularly. He glanced around, watching the priests and weapon smiths and others work to creating the weapons needed to fight abhorrents and abominations as he followed Leonardo to the research area. It was here that Derek received his missions; where he needed to go and who he needed to kill.
"Your next task will truly be a test of your skills, my son." Leonardo said, "This is an evil we have sought to destroy for millennia."
"Millennia?" Derek repeated, taking the paper from Leonardo gently. The old man nodded.
"Her true name is lost to time, but men who have been charmed by her have only referred to her as The Raven." Leonardo replied. Derek tried not to scowl at that.
"Why Raven?"
"She is as mysterious and cunning as one." Leonardo said, "And the name speaks true enough. Our hunters have tried and died for centuries trying to stop this creature. She kidnaps virgin maidens and drains them of their blood."
"A vampire??" Derek asked. Leonardo shook his head and Derek made a noise.
"Just point me where, and I'll deal with her."
"She was last seen in France," Leonardo rose his hand before Derek could argue going, "the sooner you vanquish her, the sooner you will leave there."
"Fine." Derek muttered, a bit distastefully.
 
With passage booked, arms repaired, and dossier in hand, he was off to kill his next target. Not a vampire? Easy enough.
 
He read over the reports as he sailed from the peninsula to France; a long trip but cheaper and faster than horses.
Everywhere she was spotted, there was a spike in female disappearances, and each hunter eho fought her took whatever secrets to defeating her to his grave.
He would find her and he would kill her. He set the reports aside and prayed quietly, as he always did on his way to his destinations, for protection and strength to combat the evils he would face.
 
The journey was over not long after it began, and he was now in France. No local news had any reports of young women missing, but he knew it wouldn’t be long until it started.
 
He stayed in a safe house for now, while he tried to track this Raven down. He studied her in his off time, trying to figure out where a creature like this would frequent.
There was word in the aristocratic quarter of a party in a couple of nights. Maybe there.
 
He had to secure an invite, and dress appropriately. Couldn’t have these stuck up types knowing the Vatican had eyes everywhere.
 
Luckily, through the Grace of God, he was permitted a few moral freedoms; like stealing to complete his tasks. He managed to swipe an invitation from a wine drunk noble while walking around for groceries one morning and made sure he had the appropriate attire in the safe house.
 
It was almost time, and as he expected, there were stories of young women beginning to disappear. Like clockwork. This would be easy for him.
 
She must have become complacent in her old age. Surely, she would be easy to spot amongst all these young aristocrats. He could pull her from the party and kill her easily enough out of sight.
 
The night of the party was finally upon him, and he made sure he had his weapons stowed and hidden well enough to avoid detection.
 
He only needed his pistol and dagger, it would be enough to stop her.
He moved through the crowded ballroom, grabbing a cup of eine as he passed a servant, and looked around slowly.
 
Everyone here looked snobbish and far too tidy to murder. No one really stood out, but there was one woman. She stood out. She was beautiful, even if not as painted up as the rest of the guests.
 
He noticed her almost immediately and kept his eyes on her, trying not to be suspicious. There was no way this was the creature?
 
There had to be some kind of mistake. But, ahe was unnaturally beautiful...and a sort of darkness radiated from her. He scowled gently and turned away to make it less obvious he had been staring at her.
 
She seemed to notice, smirking to herself as she decided that she would keep an eye on him now.
 
He finished his wine and set the empty glass aside, moving to a corner and simply watching the party goers.
 
She all but appeared out of thin air at his shoulder. “You seem rather stiff compared to the rest of these fops..” she said, her voice soft as she sipped her wine.
 
"Ah, forgive me," he offered a small smile; he found it was easier to act a certain way rather than behave as normal, as his usual mannerisms and body language repelled most people.
"I'm new here and was given this invitation based on my looks alone. I'm not sure what to do with myself, I have never been to such an extravagant event."
 
She giggled to herself, a sound he found strangely appealing. “Nothing more than a pretty face? A shame, you seem to be a good bit of conversation.”
 
“Oh of course, my pleasure.. I’m forced to come to these self-important events due to familial ties, that’s all..” she said.
 
"This is something your family does often?" He asked, "I could only ever dream of being so fortunate."
What was with her? She was so beguiling that he felt compelled to keep talking to her.
 
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