The end of the forth season of RWBY was...a end of the season? Really there isn't much to say the entire season was basically a prologue to what will happen in the future seasons and if we thought about not much things happened in forth season. It isn't bad, it don't compare to the end of Season 6 of Game of Thrones that look great If you do not think too much because if you do...(how a teenager girl had strength to carry two bodies and how did she make a noble be alone without his bodyguards? How there was tons of explosives bellow a super convenient place they always were there? and more). At least RWBY it isn't rushed or anything just there, they could at least kill one character there was a opportunity but yeah let's see the future at least it didn't alter anything for this fic

Rarely when looking at a game of chess can one predict a winner, but when one side has less pieces, the result is easy to call. More pieces means more choices, more chances to trap the adversary's king and protect your own. That was why, if anyone could see this game, the result was obvious: the black had only a pawn, knight, bishop, and king. The other side was painted blue and had all its pieces save a bishop and a tower. Strangely, there was a red knight in the middle of the board, and a red queen far away from it. The board was much larger than usual, and the players played a strange game: three colors and a large board. What was strange about it, though, was the players, more so than the game.

The one playing black was a woman wearing strange mismatched clothes, her nails lacquered different colors and her eyes different hues, and it seemed as though every strand of her hair shone differently. Some were curled, others were straight. She appeared to be wearing a black coat over a brightly-colored blouse, and pants with different textures and colors. She was either crazy or daring, not caring much about what others thought. Stranger than her was the man playing blue. He wore a black tuxedo and shirt, and in contrast to her, his appearance screamed conformity. Everything matched, from his hair to his tie to his black eyes and his blank, shaved face. In the end, however, no one looked at them. It was almost as if they were both invisible.

Consider the place they were. It sounded almost impossible, as bombs exploded around them and the sound of bullets raged. Unflinching, they continued staring at the game. They were in a nearly destroyed building. The walls still stood, but not for long. There was a table in the center of the room where they sat. The ceiling had collapsed, and the table sat precariously atop the rubble.

A battle raged outside as groups of individuals, men and women in any kind of clothing one could imagine, ran by. The only thing uniting them were red clamps on their arms. The area was filled with barricades, made out of furniture and pieces of the pavement, and the ruined buildings ringed the area. All of them were behind the barricades, armed with a wide selection of weapons, from pistols to rifle to even an arquebus. Two flags were raised in the middle of the barricades, one with a half of her black and the red the division done diagonally another with three colored stripes: red, yellow, and purple.

They waited for the enemy to advance in the street, some praying while clutching their collars and others trying to assure their companions that they would survive the day and return to their families. Others were happy to finally fight against the fascists, the last wave of the imperialist capitalists. They knew with their last breaths their victory was assured. Didn't the greatest minds write that the proletariat united always won?

The hopes and dreams of the people at the barricades were of little notice to the pair inside the building. They were engrossed in larger and far more important games, encompassing vastly more than the simple minds of the individuals outside.

The man looked at the board, then the woman. "It appears we have a winner," he said in a mechanical voice.

"It appears so, brother," she replied, her tone broken, every word filled with a different emotion.

"What can we do to change the outcome? This result isn't good for either of us."

The woman rested her head in her hand. "If you accept we can change things, we can make the black side win."

"Useless, sister. If the black or blue wins, it is our defeat." He stopped and looked around. "To change the results, we need to eliminate the black queen—but, as you can see, she isn't on the board." The queen was to the side, near the edge of the table. "Even if we manage to put her on the board, she would control any piece left of her color, sister."

The woman shook her head. "Well, we can make the red side emerge victorious, and they will provide what we want for a short time."

"I prefer long-term solutions, sister, and the red side is already dead." The man pointed at one of the blue towers, very close to the red queen, and the knight was nearly surrounded by pawns.

"It appears the black side cares enough about the survival of this knight brother." The black bishop had moved, at the side of the red knight.

"The black wants to gain time, and what better way than with a red knight roaming around the board? It's worth a bishop." The man looked at the battlefield, and at the red queen. "With the loss of the queen, how will red return to the battlefield, sister?"

"The undead queen means nothing to you, brother?"

"Nothing. Even immortal, when she returns the game will already be over."

While they discussed, the sound of bullets grew louder, and the people on the barricades prepared their weapons. The crashing and pounding of footsteps was increasing, coming from the end of the street. They started to emerge there, men outfitted in green, carrying rifles and submachine guns. The shooting began almost immediately, the people on the barricades fighting against those marching down the street, and newcomers started to look for cover while the shots were exchanged.

The shootout meant nothing to the pair inside. Neither cared, even when the attackers tried to use the building to flank the barricades. They simply passed them by, and when the defenders noticed and started to shoot the attackers, none of the bullets even came close to the pair.

The woman took a deep breath. "So if any of the blue and black win, we lose. The red is already gone. What can we do, brother?"

"Well, if the black queen comes to the board, we have a chance."

"If she comes she will take control of all the pieces. The pawn is her creation, the king swears his fealty and the kni—" She halted and looked at the board. "The knight? It's our chance? You know very well what the knight is. It can take many pieces, but how will it change things?"

"Sister, the game is already lost. We must contain the damage by removing the queens and the knight is our only chance."

"If the knight survives, the black queen will enslave him and he will become the new king. How will we stop that? And tell me we have to deal with the blue side first, brother."

"Look closer, sister, at the red knight." The woman looked, and a shocked expression appeared on her face. "That is crazy. If the red knight survives, you expect him to take the blue king? That will make the blue queen vulnerable, but who will finish her? The black knight? First he has to take the brown pieces. He certainly will do it…"

The man smiled. "If we follow this idea, we have to give the black knight a chance against his queen, and I think that black pawn may be the key."

The man looked at his sister, then the table, confused. "What does the pawn have to do with the black knight?"

"Well, brother, if the pawn manages to take the key from the black king, the knight will go to a certain place where he can gain power to fight the queen."

"And you call me crazy, sister. How will we make this happen? The pawn is under control of the queen."

"Wrong. The knight gave the pawn something, and this gives us a breach, brother."

"Still, this I very risky, and we have no clue if it will work. Worse, we aren't even counting others. The crow, the host, the narrowed, the reborn and the wet nurse, sister."

"You know very well they have no place in this board. They are only food for the queen, and the blue queen's brother."

"So that is our plan, sister?"

"Yes, it is."

"Well, best not waste any time, then. Let's begin."

The attackers had retreated. The defenders cheered, happy they had survived and the fascists had been killed—but their joy was short-lived. At the end of the streets, a thing popped out, not higher than a man and covered in metal, with a fixed tower a bit higher than the rest of it. On the tower was a machine gun, and a flag wound around it. It turned and as it faced the defenders, it started to fire and advance. "Tanque!" one of the defenders screamed.

The tank started to advance while the defenders tried uselessly to stop it. The men with green clothes were marching behind it, using it as cover to shoot. Quickly, the defenders retreated as the tank rolled over the barricades, and then men in green raised their flags: stripes of red, yellow, and red.

Now the pair was watching what happened closely, the man commenting with a happy smile: "Soon I will rule this country, sister."

"You will, brother," the woman said sadly, "But soon this will pass. You always pass."

"There are more of them coming. They promised counties where I reign. The states are total. Soon, sister, your time in this world will be over."

The woman laughed. "Brother, you forget something. Your states love war and violence, and that is where I reign. It's in their core. They can pretend you rule them, but in the end I will live on in this eternal conflict." She chuckled for a moment more, then stopped abruptly. "Let's forget these small fights, brother. Let's make sure that we both don't lose another board. Come, we have a pawn to meddle with."

The woman stood up, and the man a second after, and in a moment they were gone. Now, in the place where they'd been, nothing remained of their pretend war. Only an empty chessboard.

The Astral Clock Tower was a confusing place. Even the name was misleading, as there were two towers, one that hosted the clock and the other the astral tower, united by a bridge that led to the interior of the clock, used mostly for repairing it or for experiments about old ones that only resulted in failure. As the tower with the clock was unnamed and the other was astral, they combined the names. How else would the scientists come here? A good question, as a man in a wheelchair crossed the bridge towards the clock. Bandages covered his eyes, but he still had sight, and he wore a strange hat. He'd stumbled a little as he descended the stairs, but nothing would stop him from attending his mistress. He rolled past the small bridge, and when he arrived at the stairs he simply threw himself off and dragged his body upwards with his arms. Nothing would stop him, not even the damage he was taking to his body.

He finally reached the place she'd shown him, behind the giant clock where only its tolling bells could be heard. He removed the candles from his vest and formed them into a circle, lighting them one by one while he recited in an old dead language. After they were all lit, he removed a knife from his vest and cut his hand, creating another circle inside the first, this time with blood. After that, there was only one thing, but he had not yet received, and he could feel his mistress was close. The air had changed, and he was surrounded in the glorious sensation of her. "Mistress, the ritual is done, but it is missing something…a soul, a dark soul of man, as they say."

A sickeningly sweet smell assaulted his nostrils. It was the only way she could communicate with him, a lesser being. "What do you mean? There is a soul here? But this place is abandoned, and I am the only one here." A gentle wind touched his face. "M-m-me? But mistress, you promised after this night I would be something greater! I only had to give a blood transfusion. I prepared as you asked, that place…I can find someone there. There are still people in the city, and the beasts have souls, right? So I will get one. There has to be somewhere in this tower I can use…"

He started to move, but a harsh wind trapped him on the ground. "But you promised I would become something greater…you promised…"

He couldn't breathe, but he could feel the blood in his throat that blocked his windpipe. She had given him blood when he contacted her. It took some time for him to die, drowning in the blood. The body lay there, immobile, as the blood seeped into the circle, until only the bones were left, slowly dissolving. Inside the circle was a pool of blood. The ritual had been completed, now it only waited for someone to come.

There were many things he expected to see in the Astral Clock Tower. Failed experiments of the inferiors of the church, the inferiors themselves, or even guards, but it was empty, covered in the same flowers as before. Strangely, the wall and floors were dry, as if the plants were parasites sucking the water out of the wood. It didn't make sense. They were in the orphanage, where the floor was stone, so why was this place dry? It was in a rainy climate, and it had rained a day before this hunt. Well, it didn't matter. He only had one objective: to find the research of the sacred scientist that had brought the blood to the Greatest Superior Annalise.

Before he had run with the blood, he'd worked in this place, according to the data he found in the church's archives. He'd fought a great number of inferiors to exit that place, and in the streets they increased the patrols after him, but never said why. Of course, the inferiors knew that a superior still walked among them. How terrified would they become?

When the researcher ran with the blood, the Clock Tower was already deserted, and rumors said that everyone inside had disappeared, though it was merely the ramblings of inferiors. An entire research group vanishing in seconds was ridiculous, to say the least. This was where he had hidden most of his research, as well as the last place he'd visited before he stole the blood from the church, and what better place to hide it than a deserted laboratory? He'd worked for it, and it was considered cursed by the inferiors, who wouldn't come here out of fear and stupidity. How they'd survived evolution was a miracle to him.

He continued to move around this strange place, heading to the first floor, the most logical place for the researcher to hide his data. The process of climbing down was slow, as he used the flowers as a makeshift ladder. The stairs were too fragile after all these years. As he reached the first floor, he misstepped and fell, injecting a blood vial as he fell to inject inferior blood. His body only used it as food to repair itself; they did not mix, like water and oil, one clean and pure and the other filthy. It took less than a second for him to hit the ground and he felt the pain throughout his entire body. He wanted to scream, but a superior should not show pain, so he injected another blood vial to heal the damage and got up. He proceeded towards where he thought the data was, taking larger steps as his body healed.

He stopped at a doorway that had the word "archives" written on it, with no flowers on the door, though they seemed to be scattered across the room inside. It was completely circled with bookshelves covered in materials, with a surgery table in the middle and an elevator to the right. He looked through all the books and papers, but found nothing. As he was examining the rest of the room, he saw a message on the table. It read "only those with pure blood can open the secrets." He had pure blood, he thought, superior blood, but how would he open these secrets?

Well, if his blood was pure he had to prove it. He cut his arm and allowed the blood to drip onto the ground. The room started to glow a strange blue, stopping where there had been a column in the north corner. It had been replaced by a door. When he tried it, it was open, and he stepped into a much smaller room, with a single chair and table on which rested a book covered in loose papers. The table appeared to be well-used, covered in scratches and wax drippings. He locked the door and sat down. This had to be the research; here he could find a way to save the superiors. Here, history was being written.

He had to move quickly. He was a blind beast, incapable of defending himself in this small space. He opened the book and started to read, searching for clues that might help him. It appeared to be a researcher's journal, and the notes were meticulous. He searched only for one thing, though: how to make the Queen give birth to the heir of the world, the supreme superior who would return the world to its natural order by being born the most perfect of beings. When the researcher had given the blood to the queen, he was already in bed ill, with wounds caused by the escape, according to rumor, but now he would finish his work.

11/10/389
This new batch of blood is quite peculiar. I found that the creature in the Hinter Tomb Chalice Dungeon whose blood had been acquired, hadn't been informed. I must demand again that the explorers catalog what they find. In the first test we noted that its comportment is different from any other we have received. To use a common term, it is "hungry." Every other type of blood we try to combine with it is absorbed and simply disappears. What kind of species does this belong to?

11/22/389
Subjects 84 and 97, injected with this batch, have become desperate beings that crave any kind of blood. They are like animals, killing anything in their way, and they had broken from their restraints, screaming to make the thirst stop. When they were offered blood, some demanded more and more. It appears that normal blood is insufficient, as when we offered them blood from the other test subjects they calmed themselves. It seems that this batch of "thirst" can be appeased only by others of its own kind. Rarely have we seen this form of nutrition. It makes no sense. How can a species only have its need for food sated by its own kind? In a few years, it's likely the entire species will die out.

01/15/390
Finally, we have received authorization to free one of the subjects of the batch called "thirst," number 173, in a controlled space with another subject to see how he fares.

01/16/390
Subject 173 was released, along with subject 280, who is only a control test and hasn't been injected with any of the batches. Immediately, 173 killed 280 with its bare hands, in the most gruesome way possible, by biting the neck, removing the nose, and hitting the head of the victim against the wall multiple times until the skull opened. Then, he opened the body close to the chest, using his own hands to tear the skin and break the bone. (Note: The increase in muscle mass is amazing, considering physical appearance has not changed.) When he had broken the piece and removed his bloody trophy, possibly a spleen, he proceeded to "drink it" and entered a state of euphoria similar to orgasm.

01/19/390
After the "drink," subject 173 has become calmer and more coherent. He answered some questions when the thirst subsided, but now he looks for more of this sensation.

03/21/390
The test continues. We offered subject 173 the blood of others infected with the batch, and it appears his reaction is stronger than before.

04/02/390
Finally, we understand the thirst batch and its effects. The sensation the infected feel forces them to drink blood. The reason? Reproduction. In female subjects, we noticed increased activity of the uterus in autopsies, as though in a constant state of ovulation. The blood was "heavy," appearing to carry more genetic material that concentrated in the uterus, and when the subjects interact with the victim, it creates substances that form the "spleen," as we've been calling it, allowing them to "drink." It appears this batch can reproduce itself, but how is that possible? More studies are required and it appears that to all subjects, the blood of infected females is preferable. We could not find any comparable genetic material in males.

05/14/390
Apparently, the Church has been interfering with our studies, demanding we focus only on the blue batch and destroy the other ones. Preposterous. The thirst batch has so much potential. I will continue to check it in an effort to figure out why the need for reproduction is so great.

07/02/390

I have been sent to the Astral Clock Tower as part of a double research team. Apparently, the chief of security is a hunter called Maria. Good. At least it's someone that doesn't belong to the church.

10/02/390
I've found a secluded post to work, and finally have time to study the batch. Based on the results from the fishing village, I think I'm close to cracking the mystery of where I'm working. Things are starting to get strange…

11/04/390
The situation is getting progressively worse. The chief of security has been taking the side of the subjects and comforting them. She only hadn't kill every researcher here because there are many church guards here and they have the task of killing the patients if she gets out of line.

11/09/390
The Church has prohibited all studies of our previous batch. Only the blue batch is allowed. They posted church hunters at Byrgenwerth and occupied it. I need a place to study outside the claws of the church, and who better to go to than the nobles? I've heard the Queen of the Vilebloods is barren. Maybe she would take interest in a way to get pregnant? Of course, it doesn't create pregnancy, but it stimulates ovulation, and maybe that would help her. I will find a way to communicate with her. I need to continue my research, and what better sponsor than a queen?

01/01/391
I don't think the Church scientists fully understand how much danger we're in. The chief of security is getting angrier, and instead of placating her with less tests, they put more guards. She is Maria, apprentice to Gehrman, the first hunter. If this woman wants, she could kill this entire building of useless guards. They don't know of the monster we have here. On the other hand, the exchange with the Queen is going well. She has sent me her blood, and I will start to test with it and watch for reactions.

02/03/391
The reactions are amazing. The bloods combines are impossible, according to all studies, but instead of one devouring the other, they unite. This new blood has the same characteristic, but is self-preserving, and any damage is immediately repaired. It doesn't need blood to sate itself, and technically it can give immortality to the Queen as well, but why does her blood have this reaction while others don't?

04/02/391
I cannot figure it out. I need more instruments, more research, but I've discovered the reason for the thirst batch's obsession with reproduction and its strange comportment about food. It's an old one, and the answer is so simple: the blood acts on primitive instinct to reproduce, the only way of making more until another appears, like some kind of mitosis. The blood of its own species works better. This is a breakout in the studies of old ones. They can assume multiple forms, but they are the same species, and inside that species exists predators who hunt themselves. This changes everything. If the queen manages to get pregnant with this blood, would she birth an old one? It sounds ridiculous, but theoretically, the answer is yes.

05/15/391
I have sent all the data to the Queen. She will sponsor me, and she is delighted by the result. After I told her the child would be different from the norm, she said that she will give birth to the perfect child made of blood…nobles. I will be moving soon, as the situation has gone bad. The patients have begun to arm themselves, and Lady Maria issued an ultimatum to release them or she will kill everyone here. The Church has started to lay traps and set up outposts to try and contain the situation, and they've locked some of the rooms via a strange mechanism on top of the building.

05/16/391
I am gathering my things. I only need to get to Byrgenwerth to get the thirst batch. But I've discovered something about the pregnancy: it will take thousands, or even millions of beings to make her pregnant. Hunter's blood values common by fifth, but though it will take time, I am giving her immortality.

05/17/391
I am so stupid. As I was finally leaving yesterday, my way was blocked when I realized something. The pregnancy can only occur if there is a suitable host for all the material. Logically, it needs a place to settle. I will need an umbilical cord of an old one; the things are practically clay to them. Every after that, it will take thousands of beings. I will warn the queen when I arrive. I'm very curious to see how this child can be born. What an amazing day for science, with the amount of data. I will have to leave the book here. They are searching everyone before we leave. I'll hide the door and make the requirement to open it affiliation with the queen, or me. I will leave a message about purer blood on the surgery table, in case the queen sends anyone here to retrieve my data.

So he would need a third of the umbilical cord, to deliver to the queen so she could finally become pregnant with the perfect child. The diary was illustrative, a researcher fighting against the inferior church and finally searching for the superior so he could develop his search in peace. This man was surely a martyr. In the future, there would be statues of him, when the superior reign had begun. He put the book in his clothes and left the room, making his way to the entrance—but when he reached the first floor, he was not alone. There was a large group waiting for him, twelve in white garb covering black clothes, and hats that covered their eyes. The choir. One of them spoke:

"You have only one choice. Surrender, and we will give you a quick death. Resist, and you will suffer."

He looked at all sides, searching for a way to escape. The only opening was the elevator in the floor. He would need to run back in the door while escaping the bullets, though.

"Are you going to stay silent, bloody crow?"

He tried to distract him while he moved back slowly. "You aren't hunters. You have no chance against me, a superior."

"We are not hunters, but we are many. We are the soldiers of Ludwig. By numbers we overcome. And you are trying to run back to the room."

He immediately turned, shook the bone to quickstep, and ran into the room, dodging bullets as he went. He locked the door behind him and ran to the elevator, activating it. The inferiors were soon behind him, and started to shoot, one with a flamethrower. The dry wood started to catch fire. The elevator reached a surgery floor, and the next floor's gate was closed. It must have been broken. If he could see, he would have noticed the fire was spreading quickly.

He ran to the door and a blade passed him, which he dodged. He retaliated out of instinct, and felt the blade cut through something. A choir member's arm. They looked at the stump, shocked, and he used the opportunity to shoot them in the face. He continued to the door, and he had to climb the structure to escape. He moved to the stairs and climbed as quickly as he could while avoiding the flowers, but a group of three choir hunters were in the stairs. The first shot at him, and as he dodged the second moved in with a kirkhammer while the first and third shot him. It would have been a good tactic, if he wasn't a superior. He parried the hammer and shot its owner in the face with a riposte, usually reserved for more valorous enemies, then jumped to dodge a shot and continued climbing.

He jumped closer to one of them and deflected their blade's swing, cutting their head, then shooting the other one in the leg and beheading it as well. He climbed the stairs, and he could hear the rest trying to ambush him. He knew he had entered two floors behind. Another choir member appeared with a rifle, but one dodge later he lost his head. He would have to use the flowers to get where he needed to be. He climbed as quickly as he could, and made it to the top with only a couple of bullets to his back, which he healed with a blood vial. He was close to the parapet, and right as he reached the door he heard something click. He jumped back as his path exploded—a delayed Molotov cocktail. The way to the parapet was covered in flames, quickly spreading across the building. Very well, but how would he escape? He'd seen a huge door earlier, but to access it he would need to move a mechanism on top of the building. When he turned, the remaining choir members were behind him. He would have to fight all of them and many more to get where he was going.

He dodged the first attacked and passed him while he shot at the one behind him. He lowered his head to escape the next and cut the being's arm as he got up. He was in the middle of them now. The next one tried to set him on fire, but he was quicker, swirling and dodging as he shot and slashed with his blade. He took any hits he couldn't dodge with ease, injecting blood vials as needed. The choir members fell one by one, screaming, and the others noticed and retreated a little, escaping the blast of the cocktail he'd just thrown.

The flowers around them started to burn, and he prepared another cocktail to help it spread. It would give him some time, at least. He ran ahead, climbing with the flowers as a ladder, and reached another floor, twisting and turning to get to the mechanism. The entire floor was on fire now, and it was spreading quickly to the rest of the building. Now he was at the top of the building, taking care not to fall until he reached the mechanism and turned it. It was quite heavy, but he continued until he heard a loud sound, as the platform started to rise, and he'd opened the way to the door. He looked back at the fire that was consuming more and more of the floor. He needed to hurry. He got down to where he was, but something peculiar was happening to the flowers. They'd closed, but now started to open until they were huge dull sunflowers. Beings started to emerge from them, with huge blue heads and grey skeletal bodies, their eyes glowing.

They began to attack, and he dodged and cut one, shot the other. More started to rush at him, and they were quick, but very weak. He managed to fend them off easily, but he would have to run. As he went, more beings emerged after him. When he reached the stairwell they had already practically filled it. Some of them had hairlike growths coming out of their heads, emitting beams of light against him. He dodged them and started slashing, knowing that one hit would fell him. He put the Chikage in its transformed formed and activated the bone, knowing speed was key. He could feel his arm being burned, but that did not stop him, and he simply injected a blood vial. He was close to the entrance now, and he'd reached an elevator that was miraculously still working. He was covered with the blood of the things he'd killed as he worked to cut the flowers away so the elevator would move. Despite his efforts, it was still stuck. Looking up, he noticed a trapdoor, which he could reach by jumping, and inside he found the cables. It was a stupid idea, but he refused to die by inferiors' hands. He transformed the Chickage, charged and released, leaving a dent. Again, and again…

The cable had been cut, and the elevator fell, destroying any flowers below him. A moment later, he heard a loud noise, and the place where he was standing trembled…

When he woke up, his body was hurting, but he managed to inject another blood vial. He was in the wreckage of the elevator, and he moved to the entrance. The gate there had opened, and as he exited he was welcomed by a large quantity of smoke and fire form the other elevator. He ran to the door, gaining speed with every step as his body healed. Outside the door, he could tell the entire towers was on fire, and he took the stairs running. He could feel himself burning but he continued, entering the platform. He was almost there, at the giant door. His shoes had caught fire and he could feel his feet burning, but he persisted until he reached the door, opening it with his hands against the burning metal. He injected his last two blood vials, and it helped with the burns, but it was still too little for the amount of damage he'd taken.

He was in a garden now, with the same floor as before and a huge tree in the middle, but none of the beings emerged here. He made his way to the other side wearily, cursing his burned feet. He climbed the stairs with great difficulty until he reached a dead end behind the giant clock. Soon the fire would reach this place, but that didn't matter. There was something in the room. A circle of candles with blood inside. Probably a crazy inferior ritual, he thought, but he could use the blood to heal himself. He decided to enter the circle, but against his will, almost as if he was being controlled. He tried to leave, but something was keeping him in place. Suddenly, he felt a strange sensation, and when he looked down at his hands, they were fading. He attempted to move away, but he was frozen in place, and then all of a sudden the Blood Crow disappeared and escaped the Astral Clock Tower.

He appeared again far away, falling to the ground. As he got up, he could see it appeared to be a room full of weapons, with blood vials and bullets organized on shelves. A depot of guns. He moved closer to one of them and grabbed some blood vials, injecting them after checking to make sure they were normal. There was only one door to the room, and a piece of paper was affixed to it. He moved closer so he could read it: You were saved to continue your work, freeing the world of inferiors and letting superiors assume their rightful places. In this room is everything you might need. I ask only one thing: destroy the Choir. Here is the location of their headquarters. Go, and free the world of the Church.

Suspicious, but he would go. Whoever saved him wouldn't lead him into a trap. He could have killed or captured him, but didn't. If this letter was true, the inferiors would lose their greatest ally, and the Church would be destroyed with it. The Church need to be destroyed, as vengeance for the massacre. Unfortunately, he didn't have a way to get to Cainhurst Castle. He wasn't pure enough as he spent most of his life around the inferiors, he needed to do something to prove his worth and superior status to the queen. Maybe if he killed the head of the snake, the Queen would approve of his entrance into the nobles of Cainhurst. Now he only needed to equip himself.

She felt strange after receiving the ornament from the hunter. She couldn't remember the conversation, but sometimes she felt strange things. Like when she was attending the plants, or when the hunter talked to her to channel blood echoes, she felt something warm. She felt it when she stood next to Gehrman, too, but it was different. This felt wrong, too hot, like it hurt enough to make her not want to look at him.

She'd looked at all the books in the workshop, trying to find out what they feeling was. She even asked the little ones to find more, so she could understand. What she'd discovered was that the warm sensation was called happiness. Such a strange name. It appeared when the being was glad that someone or something was close, or had happened. Well, she liked the good hunter's presence, and tending the garden. The warmth that made her not look at Gehrman appeared to be shame, the sensation of looking at something dishonorable or ridiculous, but why did she feel shame for Gehrman? He was the master of the workshop, and she must obey him, but sometimes he shot her…that was what it was. The hurt was anger, a feeling of displeasure and belligerence towards someone or something. She had never questioned it, but why did he shoot at her? Before, she didn't care, but now…now, sometimes it hurt. But she had to obey him. That was her duty.

She was close to him now and the anger was still there. He was sleeping, and she needed to take him back to the workshop. There was something in his left pocket. A stone. She wasn't sure how she knew that, but it didn't matter. She had a duty. But it was calling her…she put her hand in the pocket and took it. He was a heavy sleeper, he wouldn't notice. She put her hand in his left pocket and removed it very slowly. Gehrman was such a heavy sleeper that she didn't disturb him at all. The stone looked like an eye, and it was strange as…then she saw it. A world filled with beasts and hunters locked in a never-ending hunt. She saw a horse beast looking for light, but it was in his back the whole time. Another looked for a way to be whole again, but it wasn't possible, so it continued in that limbo of burning. A group of malformed beings in a giant tower tried to accomplish what they'd been created for, but they all failed. A woman in a chair appeared. She looked like her and emanated a desire to protect and hide. She moved her head as though she were looking at her…

And then she was back. What was that? The stone would lead to more beasts, and it was the job of a hunter to hunt beasts—and her job to help them, right?

Yes, she was right in taking the stone. She moved away from Gehrman and called the little ones.

"Give this to the good hunter. There are more beasts she must hunt."

Updates will be 22/02/2017 pr 02/22/2017 they will take the normal ten days as before until chapter 15 that will take twenty days to be updated

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