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Wraith

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Apr 27, 2018
Tonight is the night. Two months ago, a mourning wife came to me asking for help. Her husband had mysteriously passed on the night they attended a ball. She was fairly certain that her husband had had an affair in that same night, something which ended in the man passing. A difficult and intriguing case that I was more than happy to take on. Tonight, I will finally catch the culprit. Through investigations I managed to trace every mysterious happening of this sort, for there are many men who died inexplicably during the nights when they attended different balls or soirées. And all of them were attended by a certain woman. This cannot be a coincidence and so, I have very strong reasons to believe she is the culprit. But tonight I will find out for certain. She is a very beautiful woman so I will have to exercise caution and not let myself trapped in the webs she weaves.

The words were penned elegantly in the detective's journal, laid out on the desk while he stood in front of the mirror and arranged himself. He wore an elegant black waistcoat with tails, embroidered with flowery patterns and a pair of black pants. A dark mask that covered about half of his face, giving him a rather mysterious appearance and a top hat. The event he was to attend was a masquerade so he had to blend in. With a satisfied smile, Hugo finally nodded to the image in the mirror before wandering off and out of his house.

The Red Hearth manor was where the masquerade was being held. It was situated on a cliff overseeing the sea, surrounded by a large domain. By the evening, the intricate patterns of the huge courtyards and gardens of the domain were buzzing with people and carriages each more beautiful and luxurious than the other pulled up in front of the manor's entrance. Hugo arrived by carriage as well, though his was much less luxurious. The work of a private detective wasn't nearly as rewarding as one would have believed, however, the real reward was the pleasure of having solved another case.

The evening was filled with pleasantries, welcoming words and lots of socializing and the detective found himself having to blend in with different crowds and make small talk to appear as mundane as every other person present. It was interesting to see how much more daring people became while they hid under masks of all kinds, disguises meant to make them feel like someone else entirely. Women who otherwise were shy and introverted became daring vixens who beckoned the attention of everyone, whilst every man became a potential conqueror, the mysterious wraith that wished to steal women's hearts.

Hugo, however, didn't have the time to try and steal hearts and instead glided among the crowd, blue eyes carefully watching for any distinct signs of the woman he was investigating. It wasn't far too difficult to locate her as she seemingly was something of a rare beauty, even when hidden away behind a mask and a dress that yet allowed anyone a glimpse of what they could have for the night. A rather carefully laid honey trap that Hugo had to fall into before any other man would. It was the only was in which he could prove beyond any shadow of doubt that she was the guilty one, though it wasn't solely that which pushed him to such lengths. There was a small part of him that wondered if it was worth dying for what this woman had to offer and hopefully, it would be tonight that he would find out.
 
RE: A night to die for (Wraith&Kuvira)

Delilah loved large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy. What she loved even more was Masquerade balls. It was the one time where everyone was wearing a mask... Not just her. It'll be easier for Delilah to find her prey and manuever out of the situation without any attention being drawn on her. She made her way through the crowd mingling with people of all walks of life. Telling riveting tales and finding incite about others. The normal routine. Eyeing the premise from time to time.

Delilah's naturally ebony hair was hidden in a blonde wig. Her hazel eyes in the lighting look silver as if shining like twin moons in the grand ballroom. Cherry lips, crystal white teeth: she truly was a beautiful sight to behold. To men, she eclipsed and predominanted the whole of her gender. To them, she was always the woman.

Many men attempted to woo her from time to time only to be rebuffed as a result. Though, her desires were inflamed inside of her and she possessed nymphomania. She felt pride knowing that she was at least, peculiar about her victims.

Finally, she located someone that seemed rather tasteful. His eyes looked around vigorously. She smirked as a result, ending her current conversation in a charming manner before striding her way towards the mysterious man. Her peacock themed dress trailed behind her. Her green and blue mask hiding the top half of her face. Her feathered fan fluttered in her right hand and she tapping his shoulder. "Looking for someone? Perhaps I can assist you." Delilah's sultry voice was as smooth as silk.
 
RE: A night to die for (Wraith&Kuvira)

He'd thought he had seen the woman, the peacock themed dress definitely standing out and accentuating the shapes of her body as well as her natural beauty, however, he couldn't simply approach her. No, he needed her all for himself, not because he was trapped, at least not yet, but because he simply couldn't observe her with the amount of men that seemed to naturally buzz around her and trail her all across the hall. It was easy to tell who she was just by that simple image alone, men just about ready to fight with each other for her attention. Attention that she seemed to enjoy and amuse herself with at the same time. It almost seemed like a game for her and, much like a peacock, she seemed to swell with pride as she made men both old and young try their best to get just a moment with her. And yet she chose him, much to his surprise which he tried to hide as he turned around, giving a polite smile in return and immediately removing the top hat, revealing a head full of slightly curly, dark hair. His smile was discrete and warm all while he tried to seem oblivious to her true identity. At this point in time, Hugo had no doubts that she was the one yet he still wanted more than just to be convinced.

"Good evening, Madam." He said, his voice even, though laced with honey as he put on his best act to make himself the perfect prey for this seductress. His hand found hers and he lowered himself enough so he could press his lips to her knuckles in a gentle fashion, raising almost immediately and returning his gaze to her eyes. "I suppose I'm not looking anymore, there's no need. I was simply... enjoying myself, but the company is always welcome." He said politely, moving to stand beside her and offering his arm. "Care to take a walk? He could grab a drink if you like." He said with a smile, of which only half was visible due to the mask he wore.

Try as he might, Hugo found himself having troubles with taking his eyes off the woman. She simply demanded it by just her presence. So beautiful, so sublime, so mysterious and so elegant, he found himself taking her sight in little by little, from the small portions of skin that he could see to the rest that was hidden beneath all that clothing. So lucky had been those who died after having her, after all, what was there more to be had in life if one got in bed with this woman? Not much, Hugo reckoned silently, noting to himself to keep an eye out and not let himself swayed too much. Though it was so hard, nigh impossible to resist her and one misstep would land him as the next victim. It wasn't mere coincidence that she chose him, he who didn't even try to get close to her in the first place. It was clear that while she enjoyed being worshiped by the men around her she found more joy in pursuing those who paid her the least mind. The thrill was in the chase, any worthy hunter and predator knew it.

"I'm not terribly familiar to this sort of events but I am truly enjoying myself here." He said after a few moments, choosing his words carefully. Giving the impression of someone who was rather new made him even more the perfect target. Nobody would really know him if he was that new, he wasn't an established figure in the high society therefore not many would mourn him or wish to find out the culprit. And not many would bother with noting the moment when he wandered off with the mysterious woman towards the sleeping quarters.
 
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