Hello, this is my first time using so please be nice! By the way, my name means Angel of Death in Latin (lit. Violent Death Angel).
Disclaimer: I do not own, Tsukihime nor Trinity Blood. If I did, Trinity Blood wouldn't have a 15-year-old pope nor a female cardinal, and the Tsukihime anime wouldn't have sucked!
The moon shone like a beacon on the city of Ankara of the Methuselah Empire. It was a beautiful night, the kind of night where one would think that nothing could go wrong. The city with its cobblestone streets and Islamic architecture had withstood the horror that was Armageddon, as well as numerous battles of the Terran/Methuselah war. The Methuselah have long been persecuted by humans because of their vampiric nature and superhuman abilities. Because of that, most humans refer to them as vampires, when they are, in fact, humans afflicted with a virus. But little did the world know there was a real vampire lurking about the streets of Ankara. She was from a time before Armageddon. She had purple-hair that was braided into a ponytail and red-eyes that were originally purple when she was still human. A former alchemist from Atlas, Sion Eltnam Atlasia no longer wore her purple (or brown) uniform, instead opting to wear the clothes of the current era. She wore a black dress with a knee-length skirt that and a shawl and hat that was also black. The skirt had a white stripe down the middle. Under the skirt she wore black stockings. She still, however, wore the bracelet that contained her Etherite whip.
She raced through the streets to catch her prey, a Methuselah who was a member of the Floure du Mal. The bastard had killed three Terrans, all members of the clergy. She finally caught up with him and cornered him in an alley. He wore a Victorian-style coat with a cravat. The Methuselah turned to face her when he realized where he had been herded. "That's far enough, Baron Markar. For your, traitorous acts, I must place you under arrest," said Sion. The Baron scoffed at her, "Me? A traitor? Humph! If you're looking for a traitor, look in the mirror! You're a traitor to your own kind for helping these Terrans!" Sion just sighed in frustration. Actually, she didn't consider these Methuselah one of her kind. She just thought of them as just another oddity of nature, like the True Ancestors and the Dead Apostles. Unfortunately, this Methuselah didn't know her true nature. She then retained her composure to speak, "You are a traitor for trying to undermine the authority of the Empress! It is my duty as a citizen of the Empire to arrest you!" This sentence caused the Baron to lose his cool. Suddenly, he lashed out at Sion with his claws extended. Like a cat, thought Sion. Sion used her ability to overclock her brain to anticipate his movements and grabbed him by the neck. She then threw him so hard against the wall it left an imprint in it. The Baron looked up in astonishment, "What are you! You threw me as if I was a Terran!" "Someone you don't want to mess with," replied Sion. She then sent her Etherite whip towards the Baron. The whip latched onto the back of his neck to access his central nervous system, allowing her to probe his mind for the answers she wanted. The baron cried out in pain as Sion probed through his mind, the anguish of having your mind raped is a pain that is unmatched by any physical torment. She needed to find out where their base of operations was. She finally found out the location. "Austria," she said. She had to report back to the Empress on her findings.
Later that night…
Sion sent a signal to the Empress through a secure channel. She kneeled in front of the holographic image of the Empress. "Your Highness, I have news on the whereabouts of the Floure du Mal." Seth Nightroad listened intently. "What have you found?" said the Empress. Sion said in a cold voice, "They are in Austria, Vatican territory." The Empress showed a look of concern, "Have you found out what they are planning?" Sion replied, "The Baron didn't know what their next plan was, he was only told a date." "And that is?" said the Empress, expecting an answer. "All Saint's Day," said Sion. The Empress sighed with regret. "You do know what this means don't you?" Sion looked to her higness with determination. "I will go to Austria as soon as possible." The Empress showed a look of regret. "I'm sorry, it cannot be helped," said the Empress. She then added, "By the way, you're running low right? I'll have some fresh virgin blood delivered upon your arrival." Sion smiled with gratitude, "Thank you, your Highness." The Grand Empress smiled back, "You're welcome, Sion. Please return safely."