RWBY Noir Chapter 63: Der Tesufel Frisst Fliegen Ch5, a Cthulhu Mythos + RWBY Crossover fanfic

Ḭ̶̡̲̙̹͙͖̭͎̙̫̘̼̘̓̽͗̐ ̡̬͓̩̃̂̔͐̇̅͌̚̚͜ḑ̶̡̗͎͙͚̟̤̭̞͎͍̎̂͊̔͘͠͠͠͝ͅọ͓͚͇n̶̨̹̓̓̂͛̄̒̑̅͘̚͝͝'̴̢͕͔̞̰̭̱͇̻̜̲̱̫͑́͊̆̽̊̎̚t ͕̣̮́ò̶̱͊̑̿͝͝ẉ̷̢̧͈͇͓̮͇͈͐̓̽̽̀̀͗̏̈́̾͆̉̾n̶̛̤̗͙̯̠̩͖͚̊̂̍̽͘͘͜ ̵͓̪̠̰̟̹͓̲͎̆̎̑̽͋͂͗̏̊̒͠R̷̢͇̩͙͔̘̪͕̠͗́̃̈̈́̋̓̌̉͗̔̍W̶̤͓̆̍͆̿̎B̴̧̠̖̠̖̫͈̮̘̭͉̗͓̉͗̐̆̒̆̄̓́͘Ÿ̙̫̫̝͕̳̻̬̘͎̀͒̇͊̃͌͜͜ ̴̞̦̥̙̗̣̗̭͍̘͖̽̐͋̂̀̈́o̴̤̗̤͓͈̠͕͛ͅr̵̼̾͌̅͊̅̓͐͆̽̔̈̚͠ ̖͇̮̤͚͎͚̯̆̇̄̀͝Ç̵̜̬͍̖̱͈̭̞̼͂̈́̀͂̍͊̑̌͊ä̶͈̞̲̳̦́̈̌̎͐͐́̊́͋͘͝l̡̛͉̰͖͉̹̖̥̮͚̀̔̄͑́͛̈́̈̿̃̓͒ĺ̵̥̖͕̙̦̐̈́̎͐̈́̔̕͝͝ ̵̞̫̮̫̙̱̘̣̈́̽͋̂̔̓͋̾̐̽͆̆͘ǫ̷̧̛̬̰̼̖̣͖̳͕͉̍͊̎f̶̡̡̙̮͓̣̩̑̑͑̅͒̈͜ ̴̨̝̣̍C̶̡̛̼̖̗͗́̄͂͌̀̚tȟ̶͔̰͈̥͎̫̂̍̓̊̄͒͐͆͂̿͝͠u̷̢͖͔̫͖̭͓͎̬̤͈̘̟̾̐̎̆̿̀̔̚̚l̵̡̧̧͕͍͇͎̫͎̪̻͈̿̔́̇̌̓͊̑̽̏͘͝͝h̦̦͇͓̩͚͇̖̙̼͓̱ū̴̟̍̐̋̑̀͠ ̴̢̜̯͓̮̘͚͈̺̓̅͒̎̀͛̾̎̾̚͝T̘͈̩͙͙͎̈͒̃͂̾̈͆̐̋͛͌̉̕͘͝ḧ̶̡̢̡̛̹̫̠͍̺̝̙̪̟́̽͛̋͋̎̈̄̄̊̀̈͠e̷̬̠̿ ̴̧̧̛͇̞̲̩̝̳͔͙̲̦̫̭͍͋̀̍̇̈́̃͗̈͋̆͝Ŵ̶̨̛͕̜̯̗̪̥̬̺̏͂́͗̾̇͘͝ͅi̶̧̨̨̦̳̰̪̤̰̼͆̐̆̍̎̃̚͜͠ç̵̛̘͉̭̻̲̼̥̠̪̞͒̒́́̀̽́̉̓͆̄̅͘k̶̨̪̪̻̥͓̭̆̀͂͊̈́͑̚̕̚ę̴̨̢̨̛͇̲̫̬̳̦͚͕͋̽̈̃͂̀͆͑̇͂̒̐͘͜d̶̛̛̦̦̀́̆̓̀̀̔̃̆̆̎͝ͅ ̶̺̤͆͆̆̄͆̽͛̉́̉͘̚͠͝͝C̴͔̮̟̓͌̈̑̃̍̚̚̕ȉ̴̞̭̹͆̔̚͜ț̢̛̯̗͓̳͈̞͇̩̯̫̻̆͛̐͑ͅͅy̴̢͙̙̹̭̖̱͉͑̿̄͋̽̿͂̚.̵̢̨̰̩̟̖͚̬̞̼̺̺̭̉̆̚͝

̷̢̹̘̦̼̀̏̑̓̀̄̈́̒̒͝

̶̡͙̆̃̀̀͋̆̇̑̍A̵̧͕͈͍͍͓̮̩͖͚͒͋̉͛́͒͐̒̏͑͝͝ ̶͍̹̺̥̙̯͙̩͓̠̱̹̎́̅̓̃̈̾̇̐̾̾͋̕͠ͅͅf̶̢̝͉͔̤͍̓̈́̈̔̒̍͆̈̿͗̕͝͠͠ͅȇ̵̩͋͗̂̋̓̾̆̚w̵̡͕̺̅͊̉̀̔͑͒͂́̿̓̀̽̔ ̴̺͕͛͘ḩ̶͕͖͓̱͈̟̺̖͉̲̠̺̅̂̄̏̃͛͘͘ǫ̶̪̙̭̤̺͚̒͐͌̓̋́̈́̊͗͝͠ừ̵̺͗͒̈ŗ̴̡̜̝̫͉̼̼̰̰̟̅̈̽̓̄́͗̇́̍̌̂͠s̴͕̗͕̒͐͆̉̓̈̀̔͗̾͌̕͠͝ ̵̧̡͉̼̬͍̯̥̞̎̈́́̂͒̐̓̋b̵̜͕̟̣͎̩̪͈͍̙̫̒̄̃̃ẻ̷̢̲̼͈͈̫̫̓̉̈́͒̏̍͗̈́͘͘͜f̷̢̨̻̥̹̔̄͒͊̑͐̊͒̄̊̕̚͘͝ǒ̵̡͚̪̗͇̝r̛̳̲̯̗͚͉͖̭̲͖̥̈͗̀̐̂͆͝e̵͉̦͚̺̰̭̋͑̐̈́̿͐́͘̚͜ ̴̡̢̳͔̳̯̺̙̞̌́̿̑̽͆͊̂̿̚s̵̨̜͎̝͈̜̪̬̎̿̆͒͛̋̈͒̀͂͝͝͠ụ̵̂̍̂̎̈̓̊̎͝n̵͈͙̹̬̙͈͚͕̱̔̈͗͑̄́̕͝ͅr̴̢̨̟̻͇̝̙̬͑̇̇̉̌̎̕͝i̶͓͎̻̖̭̬̽̇̂̑̓̃̎͝s̴̡̜̠̝̖͈̯̤͈̳̀̉̿̒̒̈́̔́̉̏̓͜͠͝e̴̛͖̲̠͚̭̋͝

̵̨̢͇̲̟̩̮̮̱̭̹̠͍͛̋̀̊͛3̴̜̺̝͇̥̰͚̫̬̈́̽͌͝͠ŕ̶̢̤̖̥̗͈͉͇̠̱̮͎̥͙͋̑̈́̀ͅḑ̷̛͙̲̼̳̰̬͙̜̜́͒̃͑̑̄̋͊̂̚ ̡̨̻̱͓̞͍͇̫̫̌̃͊̀̆͛̆͌͘͝͝P̶̱̲̮̫̖͙̹̬̱̬͎͛̉̌̑̋̓̎̏́̓̅͠͝Ǫ̫̆͘V̶̧̡̞̺̣̔͗̀͋

̷͕̱͔̱̈́̽̔̌̔̃̉̄̀͑͑͂̕̕͝

AN: Sorry this took a little longer then expected, a storm took out the power to the house and by the time I had power again I only finished the first draft and felt it wasn't… Ashy-Slashly enough. Now with this chapter done I feel like now would be the time to take a breather. This story will pick up again in the new Year, as I got some things I need to address in my personal life as well as other projects that require my attention. Please check in on February 6th 2024 for the Next Arc; The Chill of the past.

The four were stunned by Blake's giggles but it became all too clear that she was possessed. They remained still as the possessed Blake Chuckles creepily. After a few moments FEB finally spoke up.

"Lass… are you." Just before FEB could finish Blake rushed him grabbing ahold of him by the neck.

"̴̰̮̘̲̺̼͕̬̇͋̀̀̅̐̒̉͜A̷̪̥̙̝̿̾̈́͋̊͊͌͋̀̆́͘͘w̵̡̝͐̾͋̓,̵̡̛̊̋̄̽̈̉͐́͗̾̕͝ ̴̢͎̭͓͍̝̊̾̆̃̃̾Ą̵͉̫̭̻͍͖̃w̵̧̞͍̯͖̜̿͑̏̊̄̈́̓̉,̢̹̲͍̲̗̬̫̮̮̙͉́̉̓̉͂͠ ̦A̴̢̱̋̃w̷̮̩͙̾̎͑͐̐̑̏͑̕̕.̴̢̛̖͚̯̠̯͓͇͒̀̿̽͐̾͘͝͝͝ͅͅ.̵̟͙̟̟̖̈́́̽̈́́͒͊̇̈̽.̶̢͎̪̺̜̥̮͔̠͎̦̺̹̅̈̾͘ͅ ̢̟̃̇̒̇̐̊̀̓̈́͝ḑ̩̠͉̰̗͈͎̉i̴̡̢̯̫̰̔̋̽̈́̅̾̊͋͐̈͒̓̉̚e̵̢̢̹̯͓͕͉͓͛̐̅̇͗͊̅ͅ ̵͇̱̪͂̉Sç̵̛̜͓̱̭̯̣̰͍̭̺̯͓̘͋̓̈́̅͌̈́̌̅̃̍̚͜͠͠h̶͍̜̣͕̙̻͍̘̫̰͙͇͌̉́l̡̘̝̖̪̹̲̬̮̺̃͊̍̔̀̋̃͝͝͝á̶̧͇̪̯̐̃̄͗͝͝m̶̖̖̺͛͐̓̽̑̍͌̈́̿͝͝͝p̷̱̯̅̓̽ẻ̖̤̪̓͆̉ͅ ̷̧̩̮̬̺̗͓̦̹̉̈́̽̓̋̃͛͗̆̽̏ͅȋ̶̩͔̣̞͐̿s̷̛͖̣̗̼̬̱̀̄̔͆ţ̶̟͙̼̠̞̣͓̥͒͛̿̉̔͐́̃͆̀͘͝ ̶̰̼͈̝̺̟̱̼̅̅̂̀ñ̶̹̰͎̖͖̜̦̚į̶̡̙̙̘̣̺̫̮̋́͒̉̊̏̽͊̐̊́͝͝c̵̢̡͙͓̭̭̯̞͔͖͙̤̰͑̋̕h̷̯̪̺͊̒́̅̍͆̓̒̈̍́̿͋̔̕t̛̛͉͉͈̙̞̂̉̌̈́̽ͅ ̵̛̮̗̥͕̫̮̼͇͒̏̏́̒̽̓̈́̍͒̑̚̚z̷͎͍̓͛̓̍̓̏͒͆̓́̾̔̈́͗ủ̵̧̢̝͙̖̥̙͇̦̝͉̭̟͗̓̇̒́͗ ̶͉̟͎͙̩͚̑͋̒͋̏H̦̪̦͙̞ḁ̷̤̺̄͋͌̿͋̉̋̇̽͑͠ų̷͎͍̭͔̘̮̦̝̬͛̒͑͌̔̀͝s̷͔̫͚͍͋ë̷̛͚̺͖̘̺̬́̈́̀̔͝!̴̢͖̻̯̻̞̭͗̐̌͆̽̓̓͂̈́̚̕"̵̢̢̭̠͔̭̰̪͚͍͈͖͈̫̯̅̏ ̶̢̛̩̙͍̼̖̥͇̦͉̍̾̓̀̾̔̔͜ It said through Blakes voice. She then tossed the old fat man at Olof, knocking him to the ground with a hard thud causing the keys to the Horch Sedan to fall out of his pocket.

Horrified Ren wasn't sure what to do in that moment, but Detective Hooker acting on instincts pulls his revolver on her. Before he could Blakes fingers extended out freakishly wrapping unnaturally around the gun. Caught between the hammer and the pin preventing him from firing. With the other freakishly long finger she poked him in the eye with her fingers. Nearly scratching his iris with her finger nails. As he falls back her grotesquely mutated fingers threw his revolver down towards Olof and FEB before she rushed the Blackwood P.I. She jumped at him only to be tackled by Ren who snapped out of the shock of his possessed friend.

"Raus aus ihr, jetzt!" (Get out of her, now!) Ren Screamed as he held the possessed Blake down. To which she responded by making suggestive moans.

"̶̨̛̻͔̜̥̤̄̏̏͑̋̏́̌͝Õ̝̣̥͉͈̖̤̥̓́̿̀͛h̵̨͉̲̩̱̻̪̫̠̻̺̊́̈́̀̃̊̕̕̚͝,͈̗̈̈́̔ ̷̯̾̈̅͐͋̍͛̅̒̏͛̓͆̓w̵̨̘̅̎́̈́̆̿́ĩ̡̠̓̀̽͛͛́͆̒͊̚ļ̴͚̀̃͗̆l̵̡̖̗͕͚̲̫̝̺̙͉͎̱͚͉̃̿̀͗̔̀͊ ̷̝͎̻̤̥̟̦̬͕̥̼̥̀̒̓̔͌̑̎́͜d̶̡̡̨͍̭̣̤̤̩͉͚̍̎̀̽͛̇̉̎͘͝ẻ͎̖̯̟̈́̌̾ŗ̵͖̩̐̐͛̊̌̀͋͝ ̶̨͖̪̤͉̗̥͕͚͔̮̺͔͓͛̾̾͆̿̽̒̀͌̕ķ̶̯̱͓̗̞̣͈̱̥̣̤͗̊̀͐̓̎̿͘͝ļ̵͙̰̺̟͇͍̐̌͂͂̇͗̅͒eį̵̡̯̪͕̩̌͝ͅn̴̲͕͂̓ȩ̴̪̠̫͓̹̣̺̤̩̮̪̣̰͎͌̍͛̌ ̴̧̮̘̤̣̤͉͉̯̫͔͈̥̒̓̏̍͌͌̀͋̅̆̎̅̐͘͝Ä̵̞͇̳͈̜͚̓̃̓͋̋̂̃̅͂͘f͕͓͉̘̤͕̋̇̑̏̅͂̃̈́̄͂̄͂f̴̫̙̹͉̲̬̪̈́̌̄̎̽̊̀͐̀̃̚e̵̢̨͕͚̘͇̬͍͈̳͍͑̊̉̇̎̂̈́̄̈́̎̎n̴̫̭̪͔̗̥͚̰̥̯͍̲̈͂̓̄̒͊̎̋́̈͋͑͜͝͝͝j̴̧̼͕̯͍̻͓̙͉̞͎͐̑̊͌͊̑͋́͒͘͠ȕ̴̠̩̏̏̿̀͛̾͐͊̈́͒͂͘͝͠n̵̻̜͚͇̮͕͎̣̳̥̼̘̭̤͆̅̎͋̎͊͝ͅğ̶̢̛̰͙̝͇̑̋̾͗̂́̈́̂͛̑̓͘̕e̵̙͓̹͚͎͈̫̮̦̞̫̱͐̈́̐͋̾̀͐̐ͅ ̶̢̡̧̥̱͙͚͈̳̱̱̠̺̱̔͑̌̌̆̉̇̏̉̅̎̎̿̕͜d̴̡̧͍̗͎̟̭̰̖̹̥̩͍̰͈̀͗̈́̏͋̏̑̍͝í̺̟̟̃͌e̵̪̤̪̜͚̅̂̏̿ ̷̢̺͎̲̰͉̺̺͕̩͕̝̠̊̚F̷̧̨̢̪͚̟̮̩̫͇̖̟͙̭̿̏͌ó̵̳̦̍͌́̒̎̑ẗ̴̢̡̛̼̫̲͚̞̦̣̗͖͎̆̂͊̌z̶̧̨̛̻̗͍̟̖̰͔͈̺̤̯̤͉̑̀́̽́̍̄̏́̕͝ė̶͉̟̯̬̻̥̙̭̞̳̦͔͈̤̔̀̓̎̄͌́̋ ̶̰̟̖̩̥͇̼͂̉͛͝e̵̻̫͉̒͒̎̿̀̑̂̎̍͐̔̚͝͝͠ͅi̶͈̺̲̝̹̖͚̺͖̜͕͚̺̦̹͝n̵̛̞͂̀̈́̋̃͝e̶̦̬͖̺̪͎̪̥̽͒̇̆͊͆͐̉̕͠r̴̙̼̜̼͚̭̙̝̒̄̄́͊̈́̍̓͘͘͠͝ ̷̛̘̳̜͎̝͍͎̪̟̗̜͈͚̽͂̅̆̐̅̿́́͑̑̈̚͜ͅS̴̢̢̛̝̮͕͙͕̫̤͑̏͐́͂̓̍̉̆̔͊c̶̞͖͓͒̋̿̔͌̀̔̓̀̋̍͗͝͝h̳̘̗̥w̶͇̹̪̬̝̺̺̰͙̣̞̘͌́̃̒̋̌̀̀ͅȩ̴͕̜̤͕̱̠̍̀̽̅͆̎͆̌̏̚͝ș̗̞̬̹͕̙̰͜t̡̢͇̼̩͍e̵̢̛̙̫̼͖͚͍̱͎̺̹̋̍̈̄̿͂͂̐̔̐̆̈́̚ͅr̶̥̠̘͚͙͇̩̻͂ ̵̡̢͔̜͕̺̹͇̀̋̓̏͛̾̂͋̔̇̋f̣̩̩̝̤̜̖͔i̴̛̬̭̜̝͆͛͗͆̊͐̎͊̀͂̈̀̾c̶̡̻̲̞̖̮̿̃̋̌͊͛̂͑̀͝k̡̡̥̣͓̪̲̆è̶̢͈͙͇̜̬̒͂͐̔̇͜͜͝n̷̡͈͍̠̯̗̫̥̙̞͚͎̲̄́̓͆͂́̈́͜ͅ?̶̜͈̲̭̔̄̏̆̄̓̂̕̚ ̵̰̹͕͎̖̽̄̒̌̽̈̿́̅̃̽͘͝Ơ̴͈͍͔̭͖͈̘̱̮͔̗̩̐́̀̀͛̿̓̚h̴̞͙̻͕̟͛̉̾͊̃̉̈́͐̕,͈̥̤̻̫̉̽̾́̿͊̽̓̀̓̏ͅ ̴̝̺͚͔̠̜̋̄͆̃͒͂̈͋̀̓̍͘͠͝v̵̢̖̭̞̣͈̘̖͉͉̹̺̅̎̔͌̌̓͠ͅĕ̖̤̤̆̋̎̀̅̈́͝͝ȓ̵̛̳͈͔̫̂̉͂̇́̐̍̈́̐͊̀̚̕ț̶̱̰̙͖̠̮͂͋͒̊̿̍͌͜r̴̛̺͇̻̀́̾̑̓̍͝͠å̷̧̖͔̟̼͕̝̦̩̜͕̒̀͜u ̵̛͇͇̥͉͊̎̐̉͋̅̈́̀̆̏̄͋͝m̶̢̥̙̩̪̻̜̲̜̝̘̝͚̠̅̍̄i̵̤̩̮̩̤͇̥̬̯̗͖͕͚̓̔͋r̢̨̡̺̳̬͖͍̠̻̰̭̦̩̦̆̅,̴̨̗̖͍̜̒̀̐͛̋͝ ̴͎͕͚̝̰̳͈͈̥̝͓͎̫͒̽͌͜i̷̜̬̱̹̫̬̦̳̜̜̺̓ȟ͖͖̥̘̌̆̉̍̋̃́̐̈́̚̚r̷̭̳͈͗̌̒͑̋̀͊̓̍̚ē̵͙̱̳̹͎͎̤̙͓͉̂̿̔̍͂͋͛͗͑̉͐͛̚͠ ̡̮̼̬͓̥͉̩̠̰̺͓̌̈́̾̏̉̐̏̄͌͐͑͘̕͝ͅM̵̛̗̺̪̤͎͍̬̻̅̏͗͑̂͑́͗̐̀͜͝͠͠u̶̧̞̻͙͍̜̰̜̩̺̍͐̌̍͛̂̀͐̐̀̀͜͝͠ş̴̟̾̓͗̾̊͆̇̈́̈́͒͠c̴̼̯̘̦̲͓̬̟̤̰͉̤̯̰̱̕h̶̖̩̟̎̾͑͆̈͗͆͒̏̓͂͠i̵̙̰̜̳̙̯̞͓̜͔̞̾͛͊̽͘͜͝ͅ ̡͍̻̺́̔̈̆̋̆̓̐̐̄̚i̴͈̰͉̠̔̑̓́̃̂͒͝s̴̙̳̰͎̖̗̏t̮̙̥̳̫̼̠͉͇͈̂̏̀̇̅͊͜ ̴̡̛͕̻̞͚̙̻̪̳̟͉̦͐͆̈́̆̆̈̀̔͊͘ͅn̷͈̯̗̎͒̓͋̈̔̾̔̆̄̌̾͘͝͝į̴̧̩͕̺̲͚̣̮͉̮͔͎̃̃̉̎̂͋̓̋͌͝͝ͅç̶͇̝̭͉̫̙͕͖̜̩͕̈̈́̿̀̓͗͌̎̚͝͝hṱ̶̢̨̟͚͈͇͆̌̓̔̈́̂͂͠ ̴̩̳̙̯̥̪̣̿̀̈́͆̔̽̆̈́͝͝s̩͈̃͑̆̔̊̔̎̔ó̴̟̭̙̣͎̳͓̟̪̄̔̇͊̕͜ͅ ̴̨̛̛̬̪͍̘̘̼̣̯̞̭̯͊̇͑͗̽̇̒̔͗̑̌̂͝ň̡̥͎̖͓̝͉̼̼͖̫̪̮̝͒̒͊a̷̡͔̥̱̭͉̠̫̳̯̺͔̘̋̈̓̔͑̅̕͠ḩ̧̨̖̞̺̣̜̃̀͌̏̓̇̐̚̕͝,̵̨͔̔̇̀̌̈͂́͂͑͠͝͠ͅ ͇̙̥̗͓w̵͎͓̫̮̯̤̣̃͌̐͂ͅi̶̢̢̗̖̭̙͍͕̥͎̳̰͒̃e̴͕̘͛̃͝ ̶̨͇͇̯́̃͋̄̇ͅdȗ̶̡̡͇͔̮̪̫̼̘̜͈̺̮̉̋̊͗̑̃͌̔̏̀́͂͝ ̶̧̯͇̰̲͔͉̤̀̈́͘͠d̶̮̝̼̣̘͐̄̇͑̅̋̏̉́̋ḝ̡̛͓̭͍̹̤̜͉͚͈͂͋̎̌̿̊̒̀̓͘͜͝ṋ̷̛̠̬̯̟͇͒̄̉̐̽̄̾͌̚͜͜ͅḱ̶̥͈̉̍̓̐̃̓̋̔̓͊̍͗s̵̛̝͉̻͙̻͆̿̆̉͝͠ţ̷͈̞͍̥̑̀̓̒̈́̃̉͐̓̏̐̔͘̕!̷̛̪̮̤̔̆͛͌̌̋͐́̍̃̒̎̕͜͝"̷̡̛͉͈̟̞̟̿̽̓̆͗̓̽͒͗̈͝͝ͅ ̶̡̘̖̩͈̭͓̤̣̞̐̔͗̅̾̕̚̕͝ It said mockingly before the tongue lashed out at Ren. Wrapping around his throat and slowly pulling him down like fly on a frog's tongue. Her teeth elongated to reveal they have grown expeditionary longer and sharper. With a split in the jaw to make it easier to sink her teeth in. Struggling to break free from having his chin munched on, he was lucky saved when a single gun shot interrupted this malicious act. FEB had gotten up and took a shot at Blake with Detective Hookers Revolver. Blasting off her tongue before she could take a chunk out of Ren.

"Sorry lass, but I think that's enough of that." FEB said as he cocks the hammer of the revolver. "Now Get your cunt possessing arse on out of her before I beat you so hard your…"

Before he could finish the possessed Blake leaped forward, FEB fires off another shot but the entity that possessed her disappeared in a cloud of smoke before emerging only a few feet in front of FEB. Ren realized that Großmann had used Blakes Semblance with his own mysticism. The possessed Blake grabbed FEB and tore a chunk from his Sholder. He lets out a loud scream of anguish as the possessed Blake tore another chunk, before a third and fatal bite could be delivered, Detective Hooker rushes over and attempts to wrestle her off him. Acting quickly Olof rushed over to assist Detective Hooker as the two struggled with her before they tore her free. As they attempt to hold her down so Hooker could hand cuff her, but she broke free from Olof's grasp. Throwing them off, as she tossed Olof into the sidewalk and Detective Hooker into Car with a loud thud. Smashing the car frame with a powerful force of the possessed. Ren helped FEB to his feet, using a rag in his back pocket to try and staunch the blood looked up to see the possessed Blake.

"̴̱͈̭̟̯̹̞̟̰̜͓̖̘̪̇͌Ọ̷̧̮̔̋̄͒͆̃̏͋̇͑͝h̢͇̦̦͓̮̼̺̼͚̲ḧ̵̩̯̣͐,̭́͒̓͂ ̴̘̜̰̞̙̞̠̤͊̎̀̎̆̊͘͠ͅd̢̟̯̦̉̍̀̓̾̅͌̊͌̇̈̽̕a̷͇̞͉̲̟͔͋̋̈̇̑s̵̰̮̗͔̞͗̓̎̐̏̃̓ ̴̞̘̭͔́̌h̴̙͛̀͑͆̑̇̏̉͝ả̷̡̱͚̩̜͈͕̤͕͔͎̓͗ţ̀̑̊͂̈̆̇̏͘͝ ̢͙̠͓̗̻͍̯̳̫͚͚̤̋́͛͑̀̒͊͆̒̄͆̕g̷̛̬̻̜͕͔͛̔̏̆́͋̉̓̎̓͝͠ų̶͔̤̟̙͔̤̻̤̝̦̖̊̒̾̎̍͑́̊́̄̎̊̽͝͠ṫ̴̡̳̞̩̤̯͍̦̲͍̙̯͉̈́̉̎͌͊̾͘͝ ̣̥̞͉͕͉̰̭̥̯̰̟̉̾͛̀͑̀g̴͔̣̺̞̱̺͔̼̬̘̘̰̣̝̖̉́̽̓̃̐̾̃͝͠è̡̘̦̙̲͖̠̖̩̟̮̓͑̇̌͌͊́̅́p̩͚̘̤̪̃̆̆̒̐͘a̴̛̻̲͖̯̘̋̄͜s̷̨̹͍̳̼̿̾͝š̡̨̟͚͎͉̣̠̙̻̳̅̐̓̓̄͋̾̚ț̴̨̻̬͆͒͝.̣͎͇̯͓̭̘̲̝̗͔̱̌̓͐̄̆̉̓ ̷̨̫͇̖̞̜̳̦͖̳̤̥͔̫̳̀̀͋Ẁ̴̢̡̹̼̩̙͍͔̜͓͍̕h̟̱̮̣̩̆̋̆̅iṡ̶̳̩̙͑ky̴̛̲̣̼̩̯̭̲̽̍͛̉̑̊̍̀̍̀̈́̕̚͝ ͕̬͈̩̌͌̈́̏̌̔͒̌͠͝m̷̧͈̭̳̥̘̗̬͉̫̱͔͍͆͋̌ą̶̡̬̯̻͔͔̭̈͒̊̀̀̕͜r̴̙̱͑͂̊̔̉̚ȉ̶̡̢̤͉̪̝̞̝̹̗̝̾̈́̍͆̊̚͝n͈̹̂͆̃̿͂i̵̼̥̤̳̥͕̲̍̂͌̐̀̑̊̇͝͝e̷̬̭̹͗͆͋̎̀̈́̒́̎͆̀̚͝rţ̷̡̪̪̙̜̜̞͎͇̘͖̫͖̈́̔̽̏̀͘ ̛̛̜̜͓̫͈̜̣̋̆̏͒͌̌̎̍̑̽̚͠d̴̡̨̨̛̫̱̹̱͓̱͓̲̗̳͕̋̍̄̃̑̈͝͝a̴̡̯̲̰̙̼͕̗͙͐͂̐̓̔̄̒͝͠s̶̨͔̫͙̳͈̬͚̖̹̄̌̏̈́͋̊͗͌̚ ̵̨̧̠̤͉̠̤͔͚̣͌̋̈́͠F̢͕̣̣̟̣̗̺̀ͅl̴̡̎̈̇̓̎͜e̶̡̧̨̥̝̞̣͙̥̫͊͑͒̽̿̓͗͛̎͂͌̓͘͝ͅi̴̜͈̲̞̹̋̒́̋̊̅̏̐̎̈͛̍͝s̵̱͚̫͚͑̒̅͑̓̏̆̍̽̿̕͝c̢̣͚̫͍̠͇͕̘̫̣̞̝̃̐̓͂ḧ̷̖̭̖̱̼͓͈̤́ ̴̗͍̠̖̋͌͋̓g̶̛̥̠̟̥̫̤̫̓͌̿̎̏̑̎͆̀̚̚͜u̴̩̫̪͈̔̑̍̈́͆̋́̀͘t̷̨̠͙̏͂!̴̣͑̑̈͗̅̅͐̒̉̿̒̓͑͘͠"̢̳̌̀͊̽̍͋̃́̀ The possessed Blake said as she licks her lips of the blood. She moves a few feet towards them, giggling madly when suddenly a loud horn and bright light interrupted the three.

Looking to the side the three see an old Selve Automobilwerke AG skidding forward. Their eyes widen by this when suddenly Olof pulls the two back avoiding the car as it swerved to side, hitting the possessed Blake and sending her flying back. The three lucky ones begin pulling themselves up when a familiar voice from inside called out to them.

"Was zum Teufel denkst du dummer Narr! Ich hätte dich aus Versehen dumm schlagen können..." (What the hell you dumb fool are thinking! I could have accidentally hit you dim witted...) Looking up at the woman they saw it was sister Alice Evans. She was about to complain some more in German when she noticed the group. "Oh… it's you three. The devil you think you're doing. Running out into the street?"

Without thinking, Ren quickly grabbed FEB and dragged him to the car, much to her confusion he opened the door to the back grabbing a basket of provisions in the back and throwing it to streets. Shocked, Sister Evans screamed at Ren as he loads the injured FEB into the back. "What are you doing! Those provisions are for the veterans starving in the Schöneberg!"

A loud slam can be heard on the other side. Spooking her as she turned around to see Detective Hooker, he was holding his arm, covered in multiple glass shards sticking out with cuts bleeding through his clothes. That hard toss had cracked his ribs and surely broken his arm but yet he staggers towards the old automobile. He reaches into his pocket pulling out his agency issued pistol, a Walther Model 4 that he uses as a holdout pistol. The shock of seeing him in such a state caused Sister Evans to freeze in terror.

"They can wait… just go." He said as he enters shotgun. Ren and Olof quickly got into the back as they do, Ren noticed the Possessed Blake slowly getting up with the crunching of bones.

"Drive now!" Ren shouts as the possessed Blake pulled out her katana.

"On whose authority does this give you the right to compel me to do this!" Sister Evans demanded not noticing the Großmann possessed Blake in front of the car.

"MY FOOT!" FEB shouted as he stomped on Sisters Evans foot causing the car to speed off nearly swirling around the Possessed Blake who couldn't swing her blade in time to hit the car.

They drove around the corner and down the road when FEB pulls his foot off hers. To which she retaliates by slapping FEB hand off the sterling wheel. "Unbelievable, I can't believe you three just kidnapped me and took my car."

"Technically… (Tsk) we are simply borrowing your services as a chauffeur." Detective Hooker grunts in pain as he leans back, holding his busted ribs.

"Yes… by gun point." She remarks looking at Detective's Hookers Walther. Seeing how the gun was making her feel he puts it down.

"Look, I think we can stop this Lustmord killings but… (ugh) we need to act fast. Just drive us there and you can go. Hopefully it will end tonight." Detective Hooker remarks with another painful grunt as he leans back.

"Wait… you figured out the killer? Who is it?" Sister Evans asked with a raised brow.

"Ugh, it's complicated." FEB said as he tries to staunch the blood.

"Well, make it uncomplicated." Sister Evans snaps.

"Really complicated." Olof adds.

"You four looked like you got attacked by a wild animal. Forced me to drive you to some unknown location. And you are not even going to tell me what the devil is going on!" Sister Evans shouts back at them. "We are in Berlin for heaven sake. There is nothing horrible that I have not seen."

Suddenly the window smashed, swerving around the group looked on in horror as Blake face forced through the screen window. Her face would have been shredded was it not for her aura. An unfortunate end for them. With an open wide jaw full of needle like teeth she screams in a demonic voice, "̶̛̛̪̬̀͊̍́̌̓͝H͉̪̬̃̔̽̈́͝-̴̡̡̡͖͉̬̺̯͙̬͚͔̦̇̈̈́̈ͅͅH̶͍̒̀̒̇̈́͋̕-̳̗͖̦Ḧ̶̨̰͎̬̳̟̭͖̞̼́͒́̑̇̆̓̿̾̀͒͑̑͜͝͠ͅ-̱̩̜̼͖̲̖͓͎͙̦̺̈̄͋̌̈̈́̾̎̔̀́́́H̴̨̨̤̖͚̱̥̫͍̝̭̲̾̾̀͌͐͆̒͂̒͝-̶̘̣̭̳̫̐̋́̓H̶͎͍̋̇̉͌̂̈̄͛͊͝-̵͚̬͕̟̋̑̓̀̎̾̚̕͝Ḫ̵͈̯͚̞̩͖̯̫̍̔̀̇͜͝-̵͇̹̺̓̌̎H̶̨̻̝̝̰̰̥͓̀̈́͒̌̾͌-̡̗̺͔͇͇̦͈̖̬̃̾͘͜Ȟ̷̺̙̻̗̗͙̖̘̖̀̅̀͛̊̍̈͗̈̚͘͝-̶̤̞͉͈̰̹̝͕̊̐̅̉͆͗͠H̵͈̱͕̳̬͍̫̑̃̈́̉̑́͑͛̎̚-H̵̨̟̋͆̐̿̄̈́̋̋̈́͠-̶̡̛̠̪̹̟͈͇̞͇̙͔̰̭̩̅̌͌̀̈̈̈́̐́͂͐̅̂͜͝Ḩ̶̛͖̏́̇̋̾̒̏͗͛̈́̏̚͠͝-̵͓̳̖̣̘͘H̷̡̫͔̻͙͔̣͕̦͕̱̘̲̙̿̂̂̎̇͋͠ͅ-̴̲̟̗̪̼͂̓͆̄̀̃̿̇͠͝ͅĤ̷͉͇͚͕̙̭̮̝́͊̀̌̾̄̏̚̚͜͝͠ͅ-̵̢̘̯͔̹̲̜͎͈͛͂̔̀́̆̈̉͜Ḧ̵̙̘̲̀̀̆̀̚͠Ì̶̗̪͍͍̗E̴͇̜̮̫̅̿̊̒͌̓͆͗̉̐̓̽̎͘̕R̭̩̳̳̆̏̑͗̅̂̑͠͠ ͔͎̝̼͖̱̦̫̖̋̈̉̈̀̿͐̽̈́͒͆͘͠ï̵̡̮̝̳̤̣̲͒́̏́͝͠ͅş̵̛̛̦̱̋̂̈́̽̇͛̑̄ṱ̵̨͔̟̳͉̜͗̂̈́͛̅̔̊͋͑̿̏͝͠ ̵͓̘̦̆̇̒̊̅̀ͅḠ̴̜͕̯͔͉͇̪̘̙̖̦͍̾̀͌̊̚r̵̖̲͆̾͗̈́͛̒̃̉̇̆̑͝͝ơ̶̰͇̲̣̥͕̺̣͍͎̖̤̫͆́̆̇̃̚ß̶̧̡̻̣̼̭̜̺̻̮̳̀̀́̌͊͑̑͊͗̽͜m̵̢̨͇̣͖̬̟͈̣͈̗͎̯͖̽̈͑͠ạṇ̻͚̥̫͈͜͜n̵̞͕̩̟̱̓̏͗̂̔̈́̔͛̏!̢͎̳̗͈͎̻̞̃͒̌̿́͑͑ͅ"͓̞͉̦͓̱̳̼̙̘́̃̎̓̉͑̆͌͝ͅ

The group let's out a collective scream as Sister Evans swirled the car as the possessed body of Blake rag dolls around the hood. As Sister Evan struggled to swirl, screaming up and down bloody marry, the possessed Blake taunts her. The tongue then shot out of her mouth wrapping around Sister Evalin's neck. Nearly throttling her. Acting quickly, Detective Hooker took pot shots at her, trying to get her off, but those bullets seemed to bounce off her.

"JESUS H. CHRISTE GET OFF HER!" He screams as he fired off all 8 shots but not one of the 7.65 browning did a damn thing. It wasn't till Ren Cut her laughting tongue with his Stormflower did she fall off, rolling under the car as they swirled to the side. Looking over at the road, they see Blake, her vail had fallen off and her shirt was torn from being run over but she wasn't moving.

"Oh my god… I killed her." Sister Evalin mutters in shock.

"That thing did… you were just defending yourself." Detective Hooker said as he reloads his gun.

"Cunt be damned Yank. You killed the boys friend and the fact you are so damn casual about it!" FEB Snapped at Detective Hooker as a pang of sadness went off in the old petrified heart. Before Ren could mutter a word, the group shock was broken when the possessed Blake appeared on the side of the car, letting out an unwholesome scream as it reaches into the car, nearly impaled FEB with her mutated fingers. FEB pulled back and was screaming, "AWWWWWW, SHOOT THAT BITCH! HIT HER WITH THE CAR AGAIN!"

As the possessed Blake struggles to grab one of the four in the Selve Automobilwerke AG, Sister Evalin cranked on the clutch and drove as fast as she can away from the demon possessed Blake. As they drove away, she mutters under her breath in utter disbelief. "What the hell was that!"

"That… was the Lustmord Killer… and it's not just our friend but untold hundreds in this city." Ren remarks after a few moments of silence. Turning to her he then said, "Just head to Lange Strasse, we will explain everything along the way."

Sister Evalin gives a nod as she turns the car towards Lange Strasse. This night was only to get harder for these four and for Sister Evalin it will be a waking nightmare.

Lange Strasse Großmann apartment, 10 minutes to midnight.

The car then pulls up on Launge Strasse. The five slowly got out of the car and headed inside. Sister Evalin was dazed and slightly confused but seemed to be getting the gist of the situation. The murder is the spirit of long dead pedophile serial killer Großmann. Possing people at random in hopes of killing those who escaped his murderous spree nearly 4 years ago. Now the only hope for all of Berlin is to perform this ancient Russian ritual to cleans the spirit from the land. A bit far fetch but when she saw that face smash through her car window, she was more than willing to believe in such as demonic possession. Exiting the car, they entered inside heading for Großmann apartment.

"So, this was your plan?" Ren asked as they entered.

"If I had to guess, because how many he killed in here, along with the open sky roof we can conduct this ritual." Detective Hooker said as he closes the door. Bolting it shut before turning around.

"Bit of a loophole… but who am I to complain. My knowledge on this shite is limited to what I found at the bottom of a bottle." FEB said as he pulled out a flask nearly dropping his Wife's cross from inside his inner pocket.

"Um, how does that ritual work exactly? I'm not familiar with this and maybe a clear-cut instruction might help." Sister Evalin asked as she can be seen praying silently with a cross in her hand.

Detective Hooker gives a nod, might be a good idea. He puts down the written instructions so everyone can gather around to read it. It looked rather complicated but Ren recognize some of the instructions from his time in the dreamlands. As the others do a double take, Ren quickly got to work set up the seal and setting the Doll in the center.

First a large summoning circle must be inscribed. This may be done with chalk or simply traced in dust or soot on the floor.

Second at least three people are required throughout the ritual and they must all stand within the circle, with the item of fixation at the center of the inscribed space. More people can partake in the ritual but the number must always be devisable by three. It's recommend that any extra's stand guard or replace those who can not carry on.

Third, until sun rise follow the instructional chants. 1. Facing East Assume the Ward posture. Declare: GEH. 2. Raise the arms at the sides, declare: LONDOH 3. Touch right shoulder with left hand. Declare: OD MICALZO. 4. Touch left shoulder with right hand. Declare: OD BUSD. 5. Keeping arms crossed, bow head and declare: GOHED. 6. Make the gesture Cervus: At first point declare, EXARP, at second point declare, ORO IBAH AOZPI. 7. Turn to face North: make the gesture declaring, NANTA, at the first point, MOR DIAL HCTGA, at the second point. 8. Turn to face west. Make the gesture declaring, HCOMA, at the first point, MPH ARSL GAIOL, at the second. 9. Turn to face south. Make the gesture, declaring, BITOM, at the first point and, OIP TEAA PDOCE, at the second.

"The fuck is a Cervus Gesture?" FEB asked as he reads the line again.

"Stag, like a dear. Suppose to represent the Spiritual enlightenment, or in this case the will to fight this thing spiritually." Ren said as he writes down the circle using the ash from the wood stove.

"So… it's like a dance of sort." Sister Evalin asked skeptically. "We are going to fight this with a dance?"

"Welp… we're fucked." FEB said as he takes another swig from his flask.

"Only with that attitude…" Olof said as he finishes reading the instruction.

"No really, if you will it, anything can happen. This ritual has been done before with some beleaguer successes." Ren adds as he finishes up. The two skeptics looked at each other before letting out a small sigh. They can't believe they were doing this but with that thing in Blakes body and countless others it's best to do so now. Before things get worse.

Beginning, FEB, Olof, and Sister Evalin takes their position. Preforming the dance as instructed and chanting the lines. Two whole hour goes by as the continue with no sign of the ritual doing anything. Ren and Detective Hooker swaps in every once and awhile to keep up the rhythm of the ritual, but as the witching hour approaches it seemed rather pointless.

"Oh (Huff, huff) dear (Huff, huff) cunt (Huff, huff) why… why (Huff, huff) is this so (Huff, huff) fuckin hard!" FEB Groaned as he twirls his body.

"Maybe because of a lack of Cardio and the Vera Lynn." Sister Evalin remarks with an annoyed tone in between her chants as she moved into the positions.

"No it's (Huff, huff) the gin. Ever since (Huff, huff) I met the lass (Huff, huff) back in Scotland I have (Huff, huff) done nothing but (Huff, huff) running. Running to, (Huff, huff) running from, (Huff, huff) running cause (Huff, huff) fuck all. Honestly I think (Huff, huff) the Zulu's had nothing (Huff, huff) on the (Huff, huff) amount of miles (Huff, huff) that lass put (Huff, huff) me through." FEB explains with a loud huff of exhaustion.

"Then why don't you give it up?" Detective Hooker asked as he steps in for Ren. He may have an arm possibly broken but he still attempts to keep up with the ritual requirement. "There's (Ugh) going to come a time (ugh) where your fat ass can't out run whatever is coming (tsk) after you."

"I'll give it up when you stop being a cunt." FEB Said with a dirty look before taking a swig of his flask. Turning to Ren he asked. "So, is it working now? Cause I'm sure something is supposed to happen."

"Yeah, it's working… can't you feel it?" Ren remarks. FEB gave a strange look, sure he was in the bottle but not enough to let something fly over his head. So Ren walked over and open his coat, tapping on his wife's cross inside his inner pocket.

Curious he checks on it only to feel a twinge of pain. It was as though he grabbed something hot. Curious he carefully pulls out his dead wife's cross. Looking down at it he noticed the heat coming from a scratch on the cross, it was a stick shape that has always been there since he first met his wife. Though feeling heat coming from it gave way to pause, as it seems to get hotter now. Just then the doll explodes into flame shocking everyone. Everyone nearly fell back but Ren recognize that this ritual wasn't over just yet.

"Don't stop chanting!" Ren commands with some urgency in his tone. Sister Evalin and Detective Hooker Nods before continuing the chant. Olof seems to be bent over, curious FEB goes over to check on him.

"Oy, Swede, you alright?" FEB asked as his cross got even hotter in his hand.

"Fuckin Ausländer Fotzen wollen spielen?" Olof Mumbles in an a harsh and aggressive tone… sounding German.

When Ren heard that he realized right away what was going to happen but by the time Ren screamed; "FEB Stop!" It was to late. Olof turned around ripping off his hat revealing multiple eyes Scattered among his bold forehead. He grabbed FEB by the throat with a Prehensile tail grew out of his back and wrapped itself around him. He pulled FEB in close, with putrid smell of rotting meat stink up the room as FEB see's in horror countless faces of screaming victims pushing up against possessed Olof's skin.

"̷̢͎̼͔̫͎̮̮́͋̋̒́͝W̴̙̘̻̣͔͈͍͎̦̩̤̙̝̌̊̔͗͊͆͌̑͘a̳͖s̵̨̧̨̲̟̼̅̂̕ ̴̖̞͓͓̭̝̮́̏̋͂͆̐͒͛͝į̷̨̫̺̦͉̙̅̍̑̓̾̚s̵̘̘͚̬̳̭̟͓͕̖͎̹͑̈́̇̐̀̆́͘͠t̵̛̝͖͈̒̍ ̵̡̛̥͖͍̯̈́̂̐̒͂̂́l̴̢͓͎̗͆͒̓̑̓̌ö̴̢͕̺̭̺͔͔̤͍́ͅͅṣ̶̢̛̬͔̠̼͒̀͆̊͛̽͋̃̕̕͠͠,̢̛̳͙̖̙̮̩̠̀͠ͅ ̶̠̀͆̿̊̊͌̔V̶̨̡̮̣͎̻̲̜̦̻̘̟̹̰͊̈́͑̒̑̉̆å̴̧̖̖̩̮̼̞̠̠͉͈̮̲̏̽̇t͔̦͈̆̈́̓͠é̷̛͎͕̯̭̮̒̅̒͝r̷͔̮̞̞̬͚̗͍̉̈́̆̈́́̚ͅ!̶͈̫̭͉̼̟̣̪̿̈́̇͑̌̓̓͂̊͆̓̕̚ͅ ̷͖̺̪̙̱̫̳̹̮̝͐̍̐̍̽̍́̐͝͝W̵͔͌̐̒̑̌̉̃͊̓̆̎͋̏̒ơ̵̧̛̮̙͍̼̥̘̆̑͑̉̏̂́̽̀̌͝ͅļ̴̳̫̮̦̞̞̥͓̏̉͋̈͒̀̒͝l̷̛̥̮͎̺̏̾̀̿̆͊͠ë̵̛̗̰́̎͛̐̋̋̚ǹ̵̘͖͓͇̓̇̐̉̋͠ ̷̨̛̘̲͍̤̞͔̹̭̠̇̌͑͐̓̆͗͒s̶̢̛̖̗̤̬̆̒̈͠͝ͅi͇̥̹͖̗̺ę̗͇͍̜̭͔͓̝́͜ ̷̧̢̡͚̯͔̼̌̏͋̌̑͛̈́́̐͆̈́̒͘̚ę̠͚̻̫̼̲̲̣̌̉̊̐̏̂͆̇͘i̶̧̧̛̮̱̳͎̠̒͜ņ͔̙̯̠̦̋̂̆̑̎̀͒̽̇͂͂͋́ę̷̢̹̻̼̥̯̲̘͙̲̗̤̤͌̀͗̓̾ͅn̴̢̖̻̟̤̜̪͋̀͑̏̈́̊̍̓̎͗̕ ̢̢̙̥͈͉̺̖͔͚̩̲͎̫̯̋D̵̛͉̣̠̺̬̣͎̻̼͍͈͑̿̔̽̅̈̎̌̽͐̕ͅͅr̵͕̞̠̟̄͒̀̆̔̏͝î̴̢̛̳̩̳̞͉̼̯̠̘͐͆̀̂͆͑̈́̏͑̂͘n̷͈̯̫̰͉̭̹͉͚̫̯̓̆͐̿̇̂́̾͂̒͘͘͝͝ḱ͙̼̰̦̺̳̂͒̏̔͆͐͋́̿͜?̶̡̭̗̓̍͒̍̎̂͝!̶̙͑͠ ̶̯͔̜͇̱̮͇̲̣̗̈́́̾͛̔̆͜ͅB̶̨̻̫̠̤̺̰̻̰̘̌̋̔̊̑̀̓͝͝ä̧̢̡͙͓̜̬̠̰̣̗̠̥̓̆͐̈́̕͠ř͇͈͛s̵̛͓̘̓̽̈́͊͂̇̍͝ ͇̮̩ö̵̡̯̙̩̳͓̳͔͍͍̘̠́̋̀̋̎̓͘͜͜͜͝ff̷̡̧̗̖̺̪̟̬̥͉̹̬̞̦̣͒̾̅̎̃́͊́̊͌̄̕͝n̷̲̞̹͉̥̰̘̰̳̿̑̔̋͑̂̌̂̋̑͝e̵̱͙͇͙̪̬̱̟̖̩̊͗̑̄̑̏̑͆̇̇̊͘͜͠͝ń̗̯̟͕̟̠͉̘̮͇̎̀̎͝ ̴̛̗͔̝̟͚͚̹̦͎̯̬̖̈i̴͎͓͈̳̯͗̊͒n̴̙͙͈̻̜͖̳̟͎̣̪̿̆͊̿̇̇̂̍̔̀͊̄͆ ̴̰͙͖̻̅͑̎̈͆͂̈́͝ḍ̶̛̻̪̤́͐͆͊̒͌̈́͋̀͘̚͝ę̶̫͚͎͖̪̟̣̙̜͓͚̩̻̓͆̓͒͊̎͘ͅȓ̴̡̻͔͓̓͌͊̀̇̌̀͑̾͘̚͘͜͜͠ ̷̨̧̩̪̲̤͚̝̭͐̌̍͒͛̕H̷̡͉͙̃̀̇͠ǫ̷͖̠͈̙̦̈͛̀̑̈̈͘͠l̷̢̤̣̤͙̟̾̑̑̔̅͆͐͛̾̃͝l̵͙͓̽e̶̥̋̅̾̅̽̈́̐͑͌̓͊͘̕!̷̧̡̝̘̳͔͍̞̱͈̥̮͛̌͆͋͂̓̇̑̓̏̓̕͘͜"͕̞͔͔͕̜̀̇̈́͗̐̓̔͌̋̈̀͝ ̧̧̗̟̘̖͙̳̥͖̥̫͓̆́̌̏́̓̿̇̚͜͝ It screamed as FEB Struggles to break free.

Detective Hooker noticed this and goes for his gun, but suddenly Ren sprung into action, using StormFlower to cut off the tail made of flesh and sinew. Causing FEB to fall with a loud hack as he struggled for air. Ren got into a combative stance before calling back to the three. "Continue the ritual! I'll keep him off you."

Detective Hooker and Sister Evalin looks on a bit worried but did as they were told. FEB took over where Olof was and got to work chanting. As they did, the possessed Olof slowly grew back a tail, mocking Ren in it's demonic voice. "̵̡̛̛͈͎͈̼̟̜͖̙͎̥͍͇͐̆͊͆́̔͛̌̑́S͇͈͙̥̤͕̺̹̻ŏ̵̞̄͝l̴̡̢̻̯͚͓̩̞̇͐́͋̍̐̌͆͝l̶̳̲̖͔̳̘̼̩̂̔̒̓̀̓̈̉̿̀̄̕͝͠͝t̷̠̘̣͉̪͙͐̽͊̍̏͑̿̉̕͝ę̶̧̣̘͓͖̯͙͇̃̑̓̀͌͘ ̴̢̬͐̀͋̈́͆̏m̷̛̤͕̌̏͌̈́̍̾͋͊͗̈́͒͜͝ĩ̵̢̛̗͉̩̬̬̻̓̈́̾̈͋̑̎̀͂͛̑͘͘r ̵̜̼̝̼̟̣̣̜̞̪̃̾̓̚d̵̤̼̖̞̣̞̳͋̌̂̆̇͘ą̴̯͎͙̉́̓͐͒̽̋̈́̎̊ś̶̢̡̖̙̤͔̘̮͉̥̫̱̲͋̀̾̈́͋̑͠ͅ ͚̮͓̦̖̯͔͈̩͙͕͖̮̭̂̃̆̌̏̆̋͆̀͝͝w̶̡̮͈̖͉͓̍́͛͋̈́͐̀͆̋̄͒e̶̼͎̱̳͑͑͆͒͌̒̍͒͑͊̃͠͝͝ḥ̳̫̟̞̀͂̃͊̏̔͜͠͝ ̣͖̯̱ẗ̵̝̠̖̫̣̫̟̳̣̻͍u̴̪̬̘̘͓̟̓̎̒͌̒̑̔̊͊̈n̶̨̠̪͉̳͎̻̜̯̲̎̂̀̿̋͒́̒͜͝ͅ,̵̨̨̧̜͙̮̥͚̞͇̞̠̱͉͊͋̌̓͐̍̒͒͆̀̀͆̀͝ ̵̡̧̗͕̅̍̅̂͝͝d̴̢͎̲̻̖̥͕̀͌̅̐̄͒̊͑̉́̕u̷̧͓͚̬̳͇̱̇͜ͅ ̴̢͉͙̺̺̩͙͉̥͒̊͌̈́̃͠͠ͅv̶̧̭̖̮̲̘̞̙́͗e̴̢̡͎̹͖̘͔̰̫̬̫̣̔̆͂̀̅̌̎̂͊̈́̌͐̚͝͝ŕ̴̢̡̼̠̱̟̂̐̏͐̉͆̀̋̍̽̔̏͠d̷̛̥̩̘͎̪̦̫̱̪̓̀͂͌̄̌͐̏͠a̵̜̭͇̿̎͐͛̄̀̆͋͑̕͠ͅm̷̡̛͎͙̲̮̥̝̫̤̮̮̟̩̊͊̀̏̕ͅm̵̡̛̝̞̺̯̝͖͐̊͑̏́̆̾̒̃͊̈́̕͘̚t̴̬͇̹̳͚̙̒̔́̍͒̀ę̵̧͎̼̹̾̇̈́̽̊̐͌͆͐̒̕̚r̵̬̠̝̜̂̍̑͑͜͝ ̶̢̢̧̨̹̫͇̫͈͖̪͌͌̀́͆͊͜F̵̡̮̮̤̠̝̳͓̜̖̳̖̝̖̠̽i̶͈̮̠̼̗̜̮̙̟̱̯̥̖͂̌͆̀̾̇̀̀̇̿̚͜d̷̡̢̮̲̹̪͖̼̪̫̑̓̀́͛̇̈́̈́̕͠ͅs̷̡̧̛̛̻̲͎̹̖͂̎̈͊̐̑̈́̆͘͘͝͠͝ch̶̡̨̝̺̰̘̘͇̻̯̻̝̺͂ͅi̯͙̥̋̈̂̾ͅd̷̛͕̝͙̱̓̍̊̿͝ȅ̴̟̺͈̫͌̐̈́͋̇̏̇͒̓̚͝͝?̷̧̠̯̣̙̳̠̘̈̌̐͒̿̑́!̷̡͙̜̭̩̻͗̈́͐͝ ̶̡̬̤̇̒͗́̽̆̒̀̇͋̈́̂̚͘Ȋ̴̮̦̤̤̇̈́̅̾̍̾̽͛̓̋͠c̴̡̧̡͙̞͖̠̠̠̒̆̈̉̎͝h̷̲̑̑̅̒͐̋̽͠ ̷̩̼̩͇̲̳̌̉w̷̡̮̝̺͓͇̆͌́̓̎͊̈́̒̾̊͌͘e̴̦͐̈́̈́͠ŗ̴̭̲̻̲̜̺̝̠̞̺̝̞̏̇̂̊͗̃͒̂̈́̔ḑ̶͈̺̖̣̰͍̙̤͉͓̙̼̤̯̌̏̒̓e̴̻̝͔̩̣͒͗ ̶͖̥̲̃͛͂͑̐̇̇̐̒̃̚͝͠dȩ̶̥͎̝̲̖̜͕̙̞̩̃̊͌̆̓̈́̓̓̒̏̈́̚̕̚̚͜ḯ̶͚̠̯̤̳̪̤̏͜n̶͔̺̝͙̬͍̻̜̒̈́̿͠ȩ̷̗̟͓͕̟̈́̈́̌̄͋͗̂̈́̓͌̾̊́̈ ̵͕̬͙̳̦͓͇͉̩͔͖̙̳͚͊͐̐̔̏̃̋̾̒̉̕͜͝͠S̶̢̹̯̣͉̳̩̫̒̽͊e̷̘̥̬̮͙̰̺̙̤̗̩̅́̊̽̀̋̂͌̇̾̎͝è̵̖̣͙̩̯̹̥͚̭͘l̵̢̞̩̖̩͍̥͇͑̊͑̾͒̉̓͋e̶̡̡̗̞̞͕͑͑ ̴̡̟̗̥̰̱̲̪̙̥̯̄́́v̵̖̰̒́̃̎̆͛̽ȩ̵̧̛̗̬̭͇͕̰̙̮̤̟̭͙̊̊͑͜r̵͈̬̟͆̓͆̾̉̆͝͝s̷͉̮̜̖̙͇͎̜̞̞̮̈̉̉̂̑̅̓̅̇́̂̑͜͠c̶̨̛̛̝̘̙̄̆̆̈́̋h̶͎̤͙̣̺̰̟̺̘̙̀̑̔̈́́̚͜l̴͈̜̫͖͖̦̽̌͆̏̅̓į̶̹͚͕̗̳̙̼̥̥̻̻̘̹̅̂͑́̾̈́̽͛̈̓̾̍̚͘͜͠ṋ̡̧̬̮̗̭̻͍̃̀͗͆͑g̴̨̲̫̙͔͉͛̈̄̈́̓̎͊͛̕e̶̢̝͚̺͔̻͔̗̜͕̝̻̬͛̋̈̌n̶͓̳̘̬̯̠͖͈̮̬̝͇̼̏͑͑͊͘͠!̴̡͓͙̘͖̭̩̙͉̖̟̖̓̆̓͂͌̉̕͝͝"̱̰̝̣͎̘͓̭̻͙̝̳̌̄̋͗̽͗͐̅̀͒̽͌̒͝ͅ

Ren get's into a combat stance with his gun's ready before speaking a single line; "Hol dir welche." (Come get some)

The possessed Olof leaps at Ren using that fleshy prehensile tail to move about the raptors like a monkey, flinging himself towards Ren like an oversize wrecking ball. Ren would have dodge but doing so risked him hitting one of three as they tried to perform the ritual. Taking the blow, he was thrown back against the wall hard, to which he was rammed against with Olof's head like it was a battering ram.

"̧͔̣̝̦̦͙͎̥̆̿͂̅̉̚͘̚K̵̛̠̺͉̓̋̓͂̍́̎̉ĺ̵̛͇̞̮̫̱͉͎̩̖͎̝͂̀̐͊̌͂̎̋̍͂̈́͘ȍ̴̧̲͕͈̝̣͓̪̣͓̟͍͉͍́̊̐̔̕p̧̢̲̝̜̦͓̞̱̬̮̹͈͇̆͊͛͠͠f̶̧̧̺̭̰̹̳̺͕̺͕̙͒̀̇͋ͅ,̬̺́̔̍͌̉͐̆̊̈́͂͋̊̅͠ ̷̨̩͔͚͖͉̲̜̙̗̯̘̤̈̔͠ͅĶ̴͐l̵̡̦̰̭̥̳̦̙͍̻̬̽̀̈́͒̐̓́̌̄̕̚͜ͅõ̗͓͛͊̄͂́p̷̨̧̨̻͍̘̦͈̰͉͙͒̈́̎̊̑̈̔̅͂̀̄͗̍̕͠f̷͓͔͔͈̫̲̥̟̥̙̤̓͊͐̊̍͐,̴̡̭̳̦̀̈ ̢̛̟͙̳͎̪͚̩͓́͛̎̈̃͆͂̐̈́̓̕͝w̨̜̟̲̻̳̲͍͉̰̼̌̎̇̆̆̔̏͊̈̂̐̎͝͠ȩ̵̨͉͖̪̦̳͖͈̮̼̱͆̇̋ͅͅr̡̛̬̤͍̪͚̬̺̫̦͉̆͛̅́́͊́̅̃̄̿͛̀̚ ̷̡̞͇̙̯̦̦͉̝̽͂̿́̾ï̴̧̧̦͙̪͔̼̱̫̩͊̉s̶̨̰̙̎͛͌͑̿̑͊͌̉͝͠ṫ̵̥̳͇̩̱̖̘͓̲͗́̋̊̿͑̄͆̅̚͜ͅ ̷͉̰̝̝͉̦͋̋͛̐͆̍̍̍͆͘d̴͙̫̬̖̫͕͛̏a̴̢̗̲̩̋̈́͌͗̃͆̈́̄̈́̅͆͂͐͝ͅ,̵̤͈̗͙̼̮͇̙̗̹́͜ ̵̢̱̗̩̩̈́̀͒̊̇̉̀͆̒̊̔̚̚d̶̨̨͚͇̝̼̤̩̥̺̦́̋̓̌̿̃̆͋̓̈̚͝͝u ̷͕̘̈̽̓́̉̓̀́̒́̚M͇̈̄̋̃͆͒̒ă̯̓̀͐̉̕͘m̷̢̛̹͉͓̳̜̖͈̐͗͊͋̄̓̈́̑͘͝ą̮̺̺̖̩̩͈̭̱͔͉̙̭̀́̈͊̉̈́͂̓͠ͅ,̶̨̢̻̲͍̲͕̠̻͕̣̙͍̽̄͘ͅ ̷̲̲͙̟̖̯̘̗͍̗͔̭̣͋͂͋͊͜ḍ̴̢̨̛͇͓͕̳͔̥̱͛̍̉̊̊ẹ̷̢̯̟̪̆̂̐̒̇̀̔̈́͆ì̶̙̘͍͋̇̑͐̓̒̈͊̈͊̇̅̚n͇e̵̡͓̺̰̪̬̫͌̔̾̆̋̑̋̄͘ ̷̨̤̱̖̭͍͓̜̻̟̤̜͈̿M̶̡̰̙̟͖͓̼͔̝̜̞̯̈́̈́̈͒̈̅ủ̥̥͓̈̌̔t̶̨̩͙̬̠̬͔̫̙̹̹͈͐̇̈́̉͋̌͠ṫ̴̢̮̤̘͚͍͈̗̰̭̞͉͈̹ê̛̝̠͓̤͒̇́̀̕̕̚r̨̢͉̞̩̖͚̙̩͇̀́̓,̶̛̹̭̗̪͔̫̗̥̞͈̙̰̖̖́̈́̋̄̿̅͊ͅ ̶̨̫̖̩̩̣̉͌͋̑̓͒͘͜͠͝d̴̢̩͙͎̽̔̒̃̎͋̒̐͛̅͒̄͜͝e̶̝̱̜͒̃͋͒͒̿̄̎̊̂̄͝͠͠i̵̳̓̋͐̂̃̃͌̐̇́͂̚n̴͖̓͛̈́̿̀̕ȩ̴̀́̑̈̏̏͛͘͘͘ v̵̧̢̢̘̫̖̪̝̲̣̠̋̿͂̀̀̽ë̵͇̲̻̪̟͍͎͍́̌̎́́͐̚͝ṟ̴̗̲̦̥̳̘̭̳̄ͅḑ̷̨̢̲̜͔̥̖͚̣̞͉̪̳̃̀̃̏̎̓͒ȧ̶̛̯̪̱̲̻̆̎̉́̂̿̽̐̏̚͝m̵̛̯͇͈̲̱͎̦̜̲̠̺̪̰̭̃̏̿͛̒̊͒̿̈́̈̏͐͌͝m̴̡̞̜̪̄̊͐͒̏̑̏͌̇̕ţ̶̩̞͈̥̝̭̙̞̝̍̿ͅe̷̡̦̣̪̥͎̰͕̦̼̓̄̾͗͂̈́̋̈́͊̉̕͜ M̷̢̝̠̼̟̪͍̦̥̉̔̌̌̎̃̕u̳͎͇̙t̴̹̪̬̅̀̎̃́̆͑͛͗̚͜͠ṱ͙́̎̀̓̊͘͝e̴̟̊͂̓͑͗͂̀͂̽͊̓̕͘͝͝r̶̛̲̜̗͚͗́̍̈́́̒̄̑̈́̉̕,̵̧̠̠̼̼͍̲̟̅̅͛́̊̑̅̓̎́͗̂̃̏͘ ̶̧̹̖̗̼̭͚̗͚̾̃̔͌̓̓ď̢̨̛̲͎̖̳̱͕̦̪̈́̍̂̽͂̀̚͝ͅị̖̮̬̩̭͉é̴̡̺̥͔̥̦̜͛̑ ̵̨̬̻̬͓̖͈̲̦̥͔͚͕́d̷̢̛͓̄̿̅̎̿͊̑̈́̒̉̌̎͝ų̵͇̟̥̙̼̩̹̳̜̻̭̤̯̆͐̈̋̋͂̋̉̀̈́͠ͅ ̡͈̩̬̗͈̠̣͓̠̫̣̮́̓į̷̟̦̹̘͇̣̰̜̜͉͉̹̮̙͛̌͛̅̚͠͝ń̶̨̰͎̱̜͖̣̭̣͑͋̉̌̽͜ ̵̢̗͍̬̬̦̜̖̦̏͆͘͜d̵̜̻̞̈́ĕ̵̢̨̛̛͇͉̱̦͓̦̘͉̗̂̈͆͛̇́̒̀͠ȓ̵̢͓̳̩̠͕̙̬ ̨̪͎͎̣͓̻̀̃͛̎̄͛̅́̌̂̚̕͜͝ͅH̴̹͓̜͕̦̘̗͕̜͈͋̃͜ö̴͕̳̣̮͇̰̹͎̪̺̳̈́̈́̔̈́͊̅̉̽͐͒̃̚̕͜͜͜͝ͅl̷̜̪̮̩͇̠͉̤̯͙̻͈͖͍̼͆͂̉͗̏̊͒̌̃̓̆͌̚̚͝ľ͖̺̮̝̦̥̠̣̀̀̉̏̉̍̆̓̑̐͠é̤̑ ̢̭̩̝̯̹̣̬̌̊͂̔̂͆̎̓͝ń̼͓̳̗͍̓̈́͘i̷̛̞̊͂͆̂̎͋̉̑͘͘͠c̶̡̛̳̣̺͈̞̜͇̙͔̹̤͓͊̓͌͂̽̓͛̕h̵̨̢͚͈̞̱̳͍̪̐̃̌t ̡͉͙̱̘̪͚̘̦̘͓̱̻͖̆̊̎̔́͂͌͆̅̕b̷͍̙̒̓̑͋̏́̊́͌͠ͅẽ̵̱͉̲̠͕̲͆͊̿̿̓̆́͠ͅs̴̙̀̒͋́͌ù̷̧̢̨͉̪͙̲̤͙̞̠̪̘̄́̉̉́͂̿̄̓̄͜c̷̢̨̢̠̰̗̱̲̲̗͙͓͚̱̞͑͛̓̈́̆͋̀̚͝h̢̡͎̤̟̲̺̘͕̲̃́̂̃̊͐̂̽͛̈́̊̏̈́̓ẗ̶̨̘͚̗̺̲̭̻̩̖͔͚̲̲́̄ ̶̼̤̰̞̳͔̜̠̙́̈̍̚h̴̝͖̒͗̀̔̉̓̃̊͛̕͠ạ̱͔̘̫̗s̵̢̛̹͍̫̠͉̈́̍̀̐͑ẗ̷͚̘́̽͒̏́̕͠,̶͕̋́̿͗̊̓̈́̆̇͊ Ṡ̵̡͐̎̒̃͘C̵̹̯͖̔̆̃͑̚H̴̢̡̛̰̮̼̙̳͉͈̹͈̖̗̀̈́̀̅͂̀̔̅͑̈́͐LA̶̪̤̔̿̀͑̐͒̀͊̊͗̀̚͝͝M̴̼̮͍̣͙͍͙͎̺̰̥̤͑̍P̶̛̤̮͔̺͎̙̺͈̞̫̯̗̙̓̀͆̀̅̏̃̊̃̊̐̃͆͝Ȩ̴̣̼̇͑̌͊̾̀͋̋ͅ!̴̧̡̘̜̤̻͓̲̻̝͓̞̇̋͑͘̕͠"̶̞́̌̄͗̇̇̓͝͝ The Possessed Olof screams out with a mad cackle as he repeatedly rammed his head into Ren torso. Struggling he finally pushes Olof off before firing a few shots up at the raptors causing it to fall.

Ren was a capable fighter but he didn't want to hurt Olof. Unlike Blake Olof couldn't stand a shot from one of his pistols. If he hurt the old man to much before the curse was undone that could have serious repercussions to him. So he was forced to hold his punches, something the possessing Großmann took a noticed to right away. He goes for the three to try and disrupt the ritual, with his prehensile tail. Ren acting fast cut it into three parts, splitting them onto the ground. He had no qualm destroying any mutated appendages.

"̴̩̦͉͔̗̲͈̌͊̈́̓̐͐̓͝͝A̴̢̧̮̣͎̞̯̙̗̣͗̌̊̈̈̿́͊̊́͑̈́͐͘͜͜͝ͅu̷̧̧͔̙̻̤̣̠̙̩̣̭̻̿͆̀̽̊̈́̀ͅͅẗ̴̨̗̘̗̜͎̱͔̺̯̙́̈́̍͜s̶̤͖͚͈̟̬͎̠͇̤̬̊̒̅̐͗̾̈͂̕͘c̶̡̮̹̻͕̖̜̩̭̺̪̙̱̏̆͆́̋̋̍̚͠ͅh̵̡̢̬͎̜͚͔͖͙͋͌̾̍̀͂̈͂̽͒͆͂͂͘͠, ̨͎̣̞̆͗̌̓̏͝͝d̴̛͔̹̗̤̤̳̥͂̃́̏́̾͜á̴̢̨̹̥̬̻̾̎s̴̼̱̣̘͖̒̊̈́͝ ͖̠͍̰͉̂̊̚h̴̪̥̹̬͗̏̐̋̎̔̾̎͝a̶̛̞̗͐ẗ̵͙͆̎̐̔́͐̈́̀́͑̎͘͠͝ ̵̨̗̲͙̠͕͚͈̲̭́̓̐̈́͒̑̇͗̑̃̓́̃̂ḑ̵̨͔̠̻̼̠̰͉̱̺͍̥̩̋͑̀̀̂̂̆̌́̒͘i̵̥̝̟̜͇̫̘̮̭̳͖̙͓̼̽̉r̴̦̥̼̲̺̄̔̾̅͋̈́́̌͜ ̴̹̦̘̗̻͔͍͓͖̉͗̿̈͘͜w̷̡̨͉͙̥̹̬̩̫̟̟̹͓̏̃̋̒͊͋̊̔̃̿̈́͠ḝ͕͎̱̭̙̙̣̱͛̅̐̑͝ĥ̡̧̹̘̗͔͔̞̠̬̰̭̱̻g̵͉̩̰̥͍̓ę̷̢̝̪̙̕t̷̤̊̽̌̈́̈̃̌̈́̂͗̆̽̐͗͑ạ̷̧͙͎̳̥̲͈̮́̓͂͑̽͘͝ñ͕̣̘̲̙͇̝̻̥̱̼̏͒̄͜,̴̡̮̳̹̓̈͠ͅ ̷̨̥̣̻̲̥̗̙̌̂̑̋Ạ̟̃̋́͑͌͘f̷̨̝̄̀͗͒͛͛f̧̧̤̬͇̻̫͔̳̉̆̅̿̀͊͐̃̃͆̄͘͝ě̵͇̈́͒͒ň̡̛̥̥͈͇̿̌̔͑̈͛͆̔̕͜ͅj̧̦͓̩̺̟ų̵̖̲͈̩͇͕͇͇̫͍̮̇̈̇̃̃̍̾̇͊̈́̕̕n̮̹̞̖̮͔͈͚̖̖̈g̶̻̦͖͔̱͊͑̒̐͐̕e̷̡̨̧͔̫̯̗͔̙̖̠̫̽̇̃͝ͅ!̳ ̧̛̗̻̳̲̲͕̆̇̅̀͛̔̿͐͂̋̇͛͝͠W̶̧̛̟̖̦̖̖̝̘͖̟̪̠͓̜̎̅̒͛̓̏̂̈́̓͊̔͒̓͠ͅę̶̨̧͎̗͕̥͖̦̦̰̇̽͌̔͌̿͋n̷͙̭̲͖̰͓̻̈̉͋̏́͜͠ͅň͍͕͓̬̬̞̻̤̺̮̳͙̪̂͋́̈́̿̑̓̐̈́͋͑͑̊ ̷͕̖͕̻̞̬͚͈͎̦̲̯̩̻̄̂̋̃̀͛͘͠ḯ̷̧̧̭͕̞̥̫̪̠̩̜̳̇̇̿̐̉̾́̃̈̿͜͠c̶͇̣̹̹̖͛̈́͋̍̃̀́͌̿̿̽̕̚͝h ̴͚̩͈̙̠̼̯̠͙̏̒̏̔̈́̇̎̎͂f̵̘̀́́̃́̿̀͑̅͆͘e̶̟̽̍̔̐̉͠ŕ̶̼͕͕̭̖̮̺̩̟̮̯̾̽̀̓̓́̋̉̏̑̚ţ̤͔̯͍̹͕͕̋́̇͛́̉͐̚͜i̵̦̣̳̦͌̈̾̾̓̑͝ǵ̞͕̳̙̣̥͔̃́̇́̈́̎̉̈́̿ b̷̩̮̹͓͉̤̠́͆͆̀̚ḯ̴͈̥̦͕̜̩͖̹̦̿̈́͌͒̀͑̐̿̚͠ń̢̛͍̭̘̪̲̱͍̹̲̟̟̤̤̎̃͆͂̊͌͛͒̔͋,̷̧̱̯̲͙͍̩̥̭̠͛͆̀͛͘͜ ̴̰̩͛̓́͑͑̄̉͂̈͠s̶̨̘̦̪̱̙̮̥̣͆͆̅̅̕̕c̷̨̢̡̡̨̞͎̭̉̎̌̆̃̕͜ͅͅĥ̶̪̻̹͔̫͉̼̀̿i̴͔͍̥̻̯͉̊͊͛̀̀͋́͋ề̵͔̮̯͙̰̠̺͓̯̩́ͅb̴̠̦̙͙̤͆̈́̋̋̂͌͆̉̍͋̎̇̚͠͝ḛ̶͈̱̇̈́͗͌̆̂̏̓͌̊͑̽̚͘͝ ̶̨͈̱̲̼̈̍̅̆́̌̒͌͑͛͊͘i̷̡̙̳̰̹͙̜̥̖͐̿͌͌̾͐͗̅̃̿̇͝c̴̦͙̼͛̔̊̔̎̃̎̌̈́̓͝͝͠h̶͓̻̘̭̙͚̮͈̩̱͍͚͖̆̆́͆͆͗͋̊̽̃͜͝ ̷̢̟̙̠͇̥̭̭̗̤̤͍̱̈̂͑̏̌͋̄͋̍̈͘͜ḍ̡̘͖̞̝͙̙͖͚̰͜ͅi̵̢̢̧̮͖̭̙͖̤̦̯̝̫͎̎̀̿̓͂̈́͊͂̚r̨̺͙̱̝̦͖̉̃ ̴̛̪̹̊͒̅͊̎̏͊̿͋̑̀̕͝͝v̧̗̺̖͕̤͇͈̲̭̉̂i̶̢̩͍̝̖͖͚̺͆e̷͈̯̗̻̱͎̥͑͂͆̀̅̎̽͆̌́̓̅͝ͅļ̵͚̗̪͇̮̗̠̳̖̺̹̅͋̚͘͜͝l̵̢̛̬̼̦͔̭̝̰̤͙͆̀̾̉̉̈́̄̃̇̽͘͝͝͠ĕ̲̱͇̺̂͑̔͐i̴̛̺͖͙͚̣̳͕̞͚̹̖̰̙̮̊͗̾̂͛̅̕͝c̷̨̫̳̺̱͖̥̜̳̰̘͙̝̎̆̐̓̾̚͘͜͜h̵̨̤͎͎̖̠̪̞̙̞̮̣̳͔̅́̆̋̌̓́̃͒̾̈͐t̷̩̭̽̈́̾́̅́͊͒̚͝͠ ̴̹̠̟̮̻͇̘̎̓̆ḓ̵̗̩͍̟̝̺̅͂̄͐̀͊̓͒͊í̫̏̾̈͐̈́͜e̵̢̛̟̱͖͉̺̣̝͇̗̥̲̠̒͛̂̂̈́̾̍̕ S̷̨̧̱̞̰̘̥͍̠̫͍̘̭̽̋̍̌͆̈́̈́͊͛̉͘͜͝͠͝͝ͅc̷̨̛̥̜̗͓̪͔̀͒̃̌͒̀͒͋̈́́̈́̐̕̚͜h̶͈̺̰͓̻͙͙̳̘͙͎̘͍̣̋̂̓́̏̍w̷̨̨̛̥̲̫̻̬̼͙̩͓̳̼̒̓̋̄͂̎̑̋̆̍͆̕͝ä̴̘͖̎̈́͊̓͋̚̕͝ͅn̦̱͉̭͓̻̲̞z̵͉̮̹̜̱̝̳̣̱͈͈͌̀͑́̾͋͗̕̕ȇ̷̳̎̓͊͊̈́̎̎̀͋̈́͝͠͠,̶̡̖̪̺̻͚̪̯͌̍̃̓̓̀̈́̊̉̕͝ ̷̺̝̲̠̜̞͍̗̳͉̥͙͚̑̈́d̨̪̘̲̱̉̍̌̋́͌̍͊̈́͝i̶̡̡̯͖̭͙̙͖̥͇̺̗̬̐̿̈́̍̽̅͜ͅe̶̫͆̄̄͋͆͋̓̌̃̑̆̌ ̵̧̼̜̺̗̻̭̥̺͂̚d̷̻̪̺̮͖͍̣̹̪͚͖̼̲̋̔̏͑͋̍̓͐͐͗̿̃̄͝͝ͅͅṵ̴̢̟̘̣͇̘̀̃̌̊̂̑̂̅͌͂͘͝ ̴̧̉͑́̽̂̈́̌̀̔ͅe̵̡̦̯̱̙̭̪̽̂̌͐̃͘į̶̛͍̗̺͇͈̗̯̖͎̫̄̄̓̈̄̔̊̒̆̾́͝ṇ̶̡̝͎͓̦̺̆̒̉́̄̊̀͆̃̔́̚͝e̴̢̡͇̥͔̮̝̯̥̩̝̺͔̓̅̏̈́̈́͐̈́̌̒̌̀̌͝͝͝ͅ ͍̥͓̩̯̣͙̗̼̪̣̘̈̈́̍̍͠W̵̧͕̟̬̤̞̘̹̣̳̾͌̆̉͋͘͜͝͠͝ă̡͉̖̭͍̺͕̮̰͖̺̗̞͉̱f̶̠̭̅̀̀̊͆̌f̴̟̯̞̣͕͚͈͚̲̯̭͋̐̂̑̇̎̆́̄̇̚̕e̵̟̮̗͇̾̌̇̃ ̴̛̛̥̖̞̣͎̠̲̻͚͍̳̽͒̒͛̚͝n̵̢͕͚̝̲̦̦̦̱̭͔̥̦̳̂̃̾̿̎͌̓̔̚͝ͅe̢̧͖̖͎͖̤͉̺͇̋̔̈́̏͊̂̚͘͜n̢̦̳̺̮̥̫̯̝̥̣ͅn̵̨̛͔̰̰͚͍͖̜͈̈͋̉̌̕̕ş̶̢̣̙͕͇̤̘͉̺̠̐́̌ͅť̺͋̍́̀͐̐̉̄̅͌͒̃̈́,̵̨̨̨̮͇̪̹̬̪͚̫͖̥̺̀͝͠ͅ ̷̳͔̣̯̺̯͎̪͕͎̫̲̹̹͗̓͠i̴̢̢͍͚͚̰̲̼̻͔̩͎͛̓̐̀͋̅̈́͛̉̈́͌̚͝n̵̛̲̹͉͔̟͚̦̩̣̝͍̈́̋͐́̃̊̈̀͘͝ͅ ̧̳̜̹̺̙̼̖͕̳͙̻͈̃̈́̍̊̉̍́̎̈́̓͊̕͜ď͚͌͋̿̕é̷̤͖͉̈́͊̄̏͊̿̿͛͂̅͘͝͝n̴͍͇̺̬̠͆̽̐́̌̏͌͒͗͐͌͌͘̕͝ ̴̡̢̹̫͎͉̳͚̝̩̹͈̩̀̃̍͊̔̈̅̚Ȁ̶͕̅̄̌͋̀͝ŗ̧̢̗̱̞̙̝͍͖̩̹̳̫̂̌͑̈́̋̓̒͛̓̓̍͝͠͝s̜͓̫̬̥̟͎̺̩̭̈͜ç̷̛̭̥̭̜͖̤̜͚̳̰̝͍͌͑̋̔͂̆͐͋͆h̷̩̱̤̖̫͔̳̩͉̞̹̻̎̔̔̉̇,̡̨̹̱͉͎̫̜̺͖̲̌̈́̇̐ ̴̢͈̪̻̘̙̗̲̊̅̀̈̋͑̔̇̈́͐̿̿͝ḑ̶̹̞̠̖̯͓͔̮̺̱̙̺̞̰̈͆͆̄͝͝u̶̢͎̰̤̗̠͎̲̖̖̫͎̓͒̽̑̐͑͆̈́ ͇̙w̶̢͖̣͕̻̺̤̮̪̪̦͈̿̈́̉́̔̽́͝ḙ̵̢̛̱̳͂̀̀̄̐̊͆͘͜͠ï̢̛̻̺͓͎̜̩͔͈͋̌͆̉͂ß̞̦̝̃̋̏̄̀͂t̵̛̛͉̲͔͉͇̥̙͔̄̾̀̿̽̕͝ ͎̆̿j̷̢̧̪̻̝̈́̈́̆͆̍͛͋̓͘͠a̵̢̲͔͍̟̙̤̬̗͐̑́̌̄̀,̷̬̗̖̭̭̯̤̺̬̲̜̙̜̩̍̾͑͆͗͆̉̍̄͒̒͘͝ ̶̧̧͔̤͎̣̽̆̚ẅ͉̘̞̫͋i̷̡̲̟͔̹̾͌͂͆̎̉̀̔͗̕͝e ̵̝̰͓͖̩̻̪͆̌̽̂̓è̙̪̦͓̪̬̼̟̦͈̹̫̤̾́̈́̆̓́̆͝s̴̡͍͖͉̰̫͇͚̀͋̑͝ ̴̧̪̣͑͋̎í̝͍̗̝̠͚͇̲͎̬̖̘͚̉̒̒͗s̷̡̠̟̹̦͍̺̬̳̞̫̗͂̒̃̈́̋̓͜͜͜͝t̴̡̹͎̥͇̼͕̫̣̝̂̄̂́̑͗͆,̶̢̣̫̯̼̰̤̬̼̭͆̃̆̄̈́̿̈́͜͝ ̷̡̧̡̦̻̔̅̆̆̂́̃̾͑̉͠͝e̷̜̗͕̬͓̩̫̰͔̳̪̍̍͆͌̔̎̂̀͊͆͆̔̓͐̕į̵̛̥̫͍͙͗̑̇̏̈̓̑̿͒̑̈̀̚̕ņ̨̪̩̱͕̗͔̻̗̃̋̏͛̅é̵̡̹̪̥̝̈́n̶̜̱̩͙̄̆̅͑̚ ̶̡̬̗̝͇̠͇͇͈̆͌́̾̄̀͝S̶̟̱̜̤̩̳͔͔̗̠̩̠̬̱̑c̵̼̪̼̖͎̺͔̜̼̦̔̀͜h̶̡̨̫̬̩͈̝̖̹͚̍̌̍͂́̚w̢͕̠̠̤̆̄͒̈͋̈́̎͗̐̌͜a̵̢̪͔̻̪̱̻̱͕̩͇͗̓̋̀̆̄̌̀̾̅̕͠ͅṉ̵̦͖̔̈͑͐͑͆̔̃̎̃͜͝͝͝z̵̛̮̯̪̞̻̰̈́͌̉̈́̾͂̉̔̈́͋͝ͅ ̧̢̡̡̲̲̜̗̲͉̞̺̩̝̗̀͋͒z̺̭̫̗͚̯͚̼̪̙̃̓̌͝͝ͅų̶̹̮̯͎̬̫͎͈̪̫̞͆̿͊̑͂̑̓̅̊͛̌͘̚͝ͅ ̴̡̨̨͔̳̞̿̿̂͑̐̅̄͌̊͂͝v̷̢̛͕̤͇͎̰̳̦̲̦̠̖ê̴̻̙̖̜͖̑͆͐̄̀̇͗͌̽̆͑͝ŗ̰́̌̀̈́͌̏͋̔̈́̓̃̆̚l̵̛̰̘̼̠͊͐̀̎͋̓̊̇͗̔͒͛i̷̡̎̂ê̢̨̢͉̥̩̖͎̞̰̤̊̃͗̔̌̆̐ŗ̠̻͖̣̰͖̳̪̲̼͙̭̖̋̀́͑͒̓͋̈́͗́̐̕e̷̡̢̦̖͐̉́͋̄͘n̴̡̢̲͇̠͎̬̭̑̈́̈́̀̌͐̕͠͠͝͝!̴̛͉̺̥̱̹̣̜̠̏̏͐́̏̓͒̾̾͂̄̕͝͝"̶̨͚͙̼͚̗̭̠͕̪̝̙̄͛͋̀͌́͋̆̄͠͝The possessed Olof mocked as he regrew the tail.

"Do you ever shut up." Ren retorts back under his breath before lunging at the possessed Olof. He decided to injure the body. Nothing critical but something to try and slow down the possessed sailor. As he struggles as the possessed Olof made it hard not to hit anywhere that wasn't critical, the three continued chanting.

"GEH- LONDOH- OD MICALZO- OD BUSD- GOHED- EXARP- ORO IBAH AOZPI- NANTA- MOR DIAL HCTGA- HCOMA- MPH ARSL GAIOL- BITOM- OIP TEAA PDOCE; GEH- LONDOH- OD MICALZO- OD BUSD- GOHED- EXARP- ORO IBAH AOZPI- NANTA- MOR DIAL HCTGA- HCOMA- MPH ARSL GAIOL- BITOM- OIP TEAA PDOCE; GEH- LONDOH- OD MICALZO- OD BUSD- GOHED- EXARP- ORO IBAH AOZPI- NANTA- MOR DIAL HCTGA- HCOMA- MPH ARSL GAIOL- BITOM- OIP TEAA PDOCE!" They all chanted while preforming the symbols with their hands. As they focused hard on the ritual and not, he fight happening behind them. The Doll seems to twitch for a moment before suddenly catching fire.

"Ha, son of ah bitch. Them russki's knew what he was talking about." FEB said with some relief as the ritual seems to be working well.

"Praise the lord it actually work." Sister Evalin said with a faint smile broke out on her face for the first time since she was drawn in.

"Don't get to excited, we still need to finish the… GWAAAAAAA!" Before Detective Hooker could finish, he was stabbed in the back by a long black blade. Behind him was the possessed Blake holding her katana.

"̴̣͓̺͒͋̒̃͆͐̓̀͘H̷̙̗̣͉̥̦̘͌͐̒̋̇́̾̀̾͝a̷̢̲͙̳̭̜͉̓̿̇̀̈́̓͒̽͌̂̓̕͝s̶̛͖̼̩͈͔̳͔̼͛͗͒̋̊̓̐͝ţ̴̩̘͎̣̟̝̰͈͇̟̘͑̒̉̏͌̿͌͊̂͘͜͜ͅ ̷̥̼̾̿͆͐̾̔͠d̶̥̤̪͖͔͕͍̘̀̂̈́̍̒̈̆̿ṵ̵̡̓̏̐́́̽ ̵̧̘̖̹̯̭̮̱̞̩̗̮̉̏̃͝ͅm̶̧̦̳̥͎̙̲̮̅͛͗̓̊̊̌̋̒̌̿̽̈́͊̕i̷͙̒͛͂̀͌̆̕ć̢̡͉͇͎̼̰̰̪̰̠̼͈͍̑͌̇̍͑̃͑h ̴̖̪͖̥̭̭͐͆̉̕v̶͍̖͙̲̭͔̹̰̜̭̓̆͑̌̔͜e̴̛̛͈͉̋̓̄͐̂̍̋̅͐̈́̒͘͝ͅr̴̤̈ṃ̶̨̘̠͕̩͙̦̳̪̗̲͈͊͗͒͂̃̇͑͑̑͜ì̵̳͚͚̝̘̞̥͙̗̞̤̘͕s̵̱̞̖̈͛̋̽̕s̷̝̓̈́͐̂̀̈́́̄̅t̷̼͆̈́͗͋̃̏̔̊̽̎̓͒̋̈́͝!̵̧̛̻͕̥̮͖͖̰͖̤̰͖̉͌͊͛̀͆͋͂̉̕͜"̵̻̻̪̙̣͇̞͉̰̙͖̲̫̑͋͑͜ ̵̧̉̀̇͒́̈̚̕͘She said with a demonic giggle as she tossed him towards the two.

Over with Ren, he struggles to fight the possessed Olof who was repeatedly slapping him in the face, trying to get him to kill Olof. However, they were pushed aside by Detective Hooker who slammed into them. Ren slowly pulling himself up see's the possessed Blake attacking the two. FEB dived in front of sister Evalin. Taking a deep cut to his torso Sister Evalin in shock backs away as the possessed Blake back hands her, sending her flying to the side. Ren struggled to his feet noticed Detectives personal belongings on the ground. He reaches over his badge to try and grab his Walther, only for his hand to be crushed with the strength of the unholy. He lets out a yelp of pain before his torso was grabbed and he was slammed to the ground by the possessed Olof's mutated prehensile tail. He was slammed down four times before thrown across the room, only to be catch midair by the neck by the Possessed Blake. She held a vice grip that nearly broke his aura and his windpipe.

"̷̨̢̛̻̣͓̤͕̘͚̦̺́̓͐̋̒̑̑̏͗͜͝T̴͉͕̲̯͖͍̮̜͒̿́͋̍̔́̓̂̀͒͐͘͝͠ͅş̴̨̨͎̰̺̼̭͇̜̺̣̩͒̆̈͑͆̐͌̋̽͘̕͠ͅͅǩ̵̢̢̢̹͚͈̭̤̘͚͓̓̔̑̾̾́̈́̈̊͑̾̓͘͜,̷̨̀̀͋͌͝ ̶̨̭̘̔͑t͔̥̘̠̯͍̱͇̱̗͕͍̺̂ͅŝ̵̘̺̩̺̪̮͋̓̀́̄̎̾̕͝ķ̧̛̱̬̰͍̯̥̀̊̿͆́̑͐̾̌̿̅̓͑̕ͅ,̴̛̥̼͕̝̟̠̠͙̱̥̠̰͔̖̇̓̒͋͗̓̈̋̄̾͘͝͠ͅ ̷̼̺̘̫̋́ͅͅt̷̢̤̳̿͑͛͘ṣ̴̛̮̖̪̼̭̭̱̺̳̜͑͆͋̌͂̂͛̄͊̉̕k̴̖̺̥̞̖͕͙̿́̒͊̆̄͗̑͌́̉͘̚͜ͅ…̳͍̬ ̴̡̛̳̤͖̹̇̓̒̽̃͐̕̕͝Ḏ̶̭̪̖͍̟̪̅̈͂̀̇̉̊͐͛̉͝ͅṷ̵͉̻͋͌́̎̂͐̅̿͑̀̾̀̚̕ ̴̖̹̞̺̠̹͎̖́̏̽̽͛͒̽̍̕͘̚͝wë͕̙̥̤͔̪͎̅i̺̟̬͖̝̋̈́͗̈́͑͌ß̶̛̝̱̬͇̟̟̗̙͂͑͗̀̇̑̍͒́̍ẗ̬̦̙̩̺̟̖̫̄,̴̧͙̤͕̭̥̳̀̈̈́̇̃͝ ̶̧͍̼͍͔̒̂̉̈́̃̂͘͘͘ị̵̢̧̫͚̘̉̆͆̿̊̋͋̃̉̈̔͜ç̷̯̱͓̬̹͔̪̈́̋̔̒͐̄̏̇̿̎͑̕̕͘͜h̷̘̥̳̳͍͇͉̪̳̮̝̻̩̽͆̂́͛̐̿͊̈̽́̕ ̵̬͕̩͇̯̠̹̱̪̞̓̂͑͊̀́͐́̓͘h̶̫͙̺͖̫̰̄͂̃̽͋̐̈́̅̑ä̵̞̝͓̳̪̳̲̚ͅͅt̴̢̝͙͇͔̝̖͈̹͓̦̯̼̹̺̉̇̉͝t̷̛͓̝̝̭̗̳͔͕̅̐̋̄̇̉̒̒̈̚͝͝͝ḝ͕̤̺̝͙͈̳͙̱̞̜ ̴̡̣̦̍d̷͓̳̥̞̳͓̍̄̀ͅi̷̹̅͐̍c̡̩̲͇̯̥͔̜̣̖̦̫̙̩̋̽͒̑̊͑̊̈́h̴͉̭̙̤̥̥̭̝͑͐̓͐͐͆͑̍͆͗ ͓͓̬̹̖̞̥̰͎̌͛̌̕ṡ̴̢̨̹̗͘c̷̳͎̃̿́͠h̵̡̼̬͔̣͚̜͎̒͆̒̉̈́͒̑͂̔͘͜͝͝ņ͔̻͚͈̟̳̳̫͕͚̪̋̈́̐͑̊̈̄e̢̢̦̭͇̱̰̲̰͉͕̹̤ll̶̖̺̓̈́́͐́̍͠ ̷̠͊̆̍͆̃̌̓͗̈́̕̕͠t̶̖͇̙͈͔͕̟̔ö̴̩͙̮̥̲̤̥̩̭͑ț̶̣̫̭̳̯̤̱̀̈́̏͌̓̾͜͠͝ȩ̷̖͇͚̝̳͑͂̌͑͂͂͊̀͆̾̍̆͋͘͝n̵̙͓̻̮̜̓ ̵̟̫̃͊̀̿̃͐̑̾̀͘ͅk͇͖̟̯̤ö̵̡̠̭̯̮͍̮̥̤̼̿̊̈͊̆͛̋̌̈́̿̈̕͝͝͝nn̵̡̲̝̦͖̥͈͉̯̟͚͆͆͜͝ͅê̷̘̰̩̘͗̄̋̊͗̓͊͒ņ̶̘͎͖͕͎̣̝͊̀̓͒̾̌̓̓̀̿͛͗͘͜͝ ̴̧̟̺̮̻̺̜͉͎̯̊͒̄̆́́̃͂̇̀͑͠.͍̉̀͐͑̎̈̐̌̚̕͝.̷̨̤̳̻͙̫͖̝̼͎͖̲͕̊̽̿̐͋̍̉͛̕͝ͅͅ.̧̦͙̜͍ ̶̨̬̖͖̩̹̭͈̰̮̤̒̐͐̏̅͌̂̿́̓͐͑̂͒̚ả̵̯̰̫̹͎̀͗̓͐͗̏̅͂͌̕b̠̺̰͇͖͉͎̠̘͍̹͚̣̋́́͝e̵̡̨͉̬̠̜̖͎̦͇̤͎̻̻̳͐͂̓̃̓̾̇̌́̌̇͘̚̕͠ŗ̵̣̹̻̟̖̳͇̥̿̍̈́͒͆̋͗̾̋͠ ̵͔̼̝͓͉̑̏̊̋̎͒̕̕͝ẇ̷̼̣̮̼̼͖̈́̿̾͘͜͝e̷̡̛̲͈̬̟̭̟͕̬̫͛̃͆̄̑͑ņ̉̀̃̓̄̑̾̑͐̀͘͝n̷̡̞͇̮͖̩͕̫͚̯̬͙͌͌̃ͅ ̵̨̧̧̙͖̳̼͙̹̝̫̹̓̏̑̆̃̽̄̉i̵͕̩͊̀̈́̀͐͗̊̋͠͠͝c̵̻͉͎͓͍̬̩̙̔̅̃̀͌͂͠h̷̡̧̧̯̬̰̗̱̼̼̫͉͎̍̏̔̿͝ ̷̳̟̱̖̌̂s̶̯̩͓̽ē̷̛͔͔͉͓̠̫̪͗̋́̋̃̋̽̍̈́̓̽̚͜͠h̷̢̲̰̩̅̋͗̊̓͊̈͊̏̀́̕̚͘͠è͕̦̘̬̏̆,̶̹͍͇̺̠̖͓͖̯̭̟̬́̈̏̐̆̈́͌̒͂̓̓͜͝ ̨̡̛̖̞̋̽͌̍̒͌̈͂̃̔̓̈́w̶̡̧̛̛̦̩͕͕͚̆͒̓͊̏̇͗̋̍̅̕͝ḭ̶̢̡͇͇̫͙͎̦͈̯̼̳̽͘ͅͅȇ̷̛̬͓͖̅̔͛͒̔͘ͅ ̶͓̮̖̖̮͕̦͍̐͂̽̊̅̽̋̈̄̎̒̏͜͝d͈͎͇̥̼̤͔̲͖̲̙͔̈̈́u̶̢͔͍̠̰̪͍͚̟̦̘̇͋̓̓̈̍̋͆̆͘͘͜ͅ ̷͖͈̐̀͗̈́̈́̒̚m̴͖̩̞̪͇̘̔̔̍̌̂̈̌͠͠é̴̩̅̃͘͜͠͝͝i̴̧̨̨̘̩͓̣͙̳̫̬̺͉͍͊͐͂̋̾͗̌̀̍̄̕̚͝ṋ̵̨̛͖̫̬̰̰̳̦͇̺̳̺͖̰͂̽͒̍̀̃̅͑̈́ë̵̡̢̧̘̘̖̣̩̪̱͇̲̲́̍͐̑̔̅́͐ͅͅ ̴̡̐̿̿͂̆̿̇̍̓̍͗̓̉͗̋Ĺ̦͈̮͎̃̒̾̇͑̏̋̃́̈i̶̝̥̼͋̐̈͛́̏̇̿́̃̄̍̃͒̚é̴̙͔͖͖͖͔̜̬̾̍͗ͅb̷̡̡̢̲͙͔̞̖͚̝̹͍̤̾̓̄ļ̴̨̛̜̣̻̬̦̠͚͈̠̈́̐̀̎͒̎̀̄̀̒͗̋͜͝ï̴̥̦͇̙̪͕͍͖̜͓̘̙̀̌̇͑͜ͅṇ͓̰ǧ̢̨͍̺͇̤̝͎̥͙̱̥̫̓͑s̵̢̧͉̣̘̳̯͚̥͔̺͊̎͌̈́̈́͛̈́̃̓p̵̨̛̤̪̗̈́̍̀̅̍́̄̀̑̅̕͝u̷̻͗̓̓̉͘͠p̶̡̰̩̮̖̟̖̼̱̤̖̻̏͗̐͆͂̍͊̽̋̉͛̓͘p̵̜̝̖̞̫̞̮̲̿̃̿̉̏̋̾ẹ̩̗̩̀̉͗͆̎͒̌͗͝ ̷̗͍͚̭͍̮̮͈̙̖̅̈́̒͊̊̋̂́̅̎̋͘̕v̶̲͙̳͇̟̼̳̮̻͔̟̘͌̆͛͑̔̀̋̎̀́̓̃̿̚̚ȩ̶̟͈͖̼̫̪͔̄̃̽͗͜͠ř̴͓̖̩͇̙͍̼̭̩̹̉̇͘̕͝b̡̨̨̰̳́̇́̐r̵̙̬͇̳͋̃͗͌́à̷̧͊͠n̴̨̡̛̹̖̥̪͓̼̤̝̻̥̞̽̎̓͑̏͋͋̌̏̓ṉ̷̡̰̞̮͎̽̅͌t̵̢̻̞͈͚̥̓̈́͗͑͝ ḧ̡̺̝̭͙͙͈͕͈̼͆̈́͐̅͗͜å̷̘̳̀̄͐̀̓͌̏̓́̚͜sṫ̵̠̯͎͕̬̻̝͖̣̲̲̲͒̐̇̃͠͝ ̶̧̠̬̰͔̹͚̙̭̈̇̐.̷͍̥̟̩͙̜̩̅͐ͅͅ.̴̧̰̱̺̗̰̹̮̓̐͋̓̈́̃́̇̎͜͠.̷̛̳̌̒̍̑͑̀͋̚͝͝͝ ̴̯͖͕̻̓ẅ̶̧͍͙̗̻̱̭̫͇̝̘͕̭́͑̑̾͆̚̕͝e̶̳̓̆̔̓͛̇̀͒̀ͅṟ̴̡͆̃̔̌̓͛͒̆́͒̓̓́̈́͝d̴̢͙̻͇̹̭̼̞͈̠̰̣̋̒̄e̷̛͓͇̝̘̰̹̹͇̾̑͑̅̄̓͆̄͘͝ ̨͇͔̲͕͔̳͇͚̙͉͉͇̤́̇̈́̀̌͌͌̕̚ì͈͇́c̶̣̫̘̼͈̟̺̦͆́ͅĥ̷̭̪̖̪̹̮͖͆͊̅̂́̋̍̇͠ ̛̥͎̜̤̉̿͒̋̑̆̌͆͆͗d͇͈̼̻̲̱̲̺ë̵̺̰̞̋̓̃̊͒̉̑ị̴͔̣̤̝́̏̎͊̋́͆͝ǹ̴̝̣͔̬̯̯̞͗͐̽͌̓̕ė̷̡̛̤̝̠͖̗̯̻̮̩̪̿̽̆͐͊̍̄͋̎̍̉͜ͅ ̶͙̉̀̾̔͗͋̔̔̈́̕ͅH̦̝̫̞a̴̛̺͙̪͍̘͖̓̽̇̊͋͐̓͛͐̅̀̎̚͠ṵ̵̡͍͉͌̀̀̓̀͗̇̄̈̀̾̒͐͠t̷̡̂̑̄̓̔̊̔̂̏̕ ̴̡̘͕̫͙͎̩͇̞͓̲̬͍̮͍̈́̀̾̈͒ǎ̷͖̩͙̹̼̯̗̱̰̫̩́̏́͘b̵͖̗̱̮̣͔͒̍̂̅́̆̓͌̋̆͛͗̈͘z̶̟͐i̵̧̤̭͗ę̷̧̨̬̞͙͓̬̺̥̼̘̠͌͑̌͜h̶͎̤̭̩͆̊̓͋̿̑͘͜e̶̡̨̢̺͕̫̬̤̼͓̱̓̃̀̄n̷̡̠̫̯̹͔̼̮̞͈͐̑̈̀͆͗̓̉͌̔͂͘͠͝ ̶̨̂̉̇̄̉̚͝ų̶̝̥̘̯͊́͑̽̽͋̈́̓͑̕͠ṅ̷̛̳̜̍̀̅d̨̳̩͍̣̳̮̜͖̘̠̤̻̳ ̴̛͈͚͕̭͉̦̜͔̺̏̂́̄͂̋̌̈́͜͝͝ͅd̴̦͙̽ȩ̴̙͕̤̥̼̯̲͙̥̩͎̗̮̾͋̽͒̆̽̽̚i̵̢͙̬͔̠̘̙̪͙͛̅̃̽̆̓̇̚͘̕͘͠ń̝̖͖̥͔̫͚̭̗͝ͅȩ̷̜͇͎̤̼̟͈͆͒́̑̌͋́̅͒͘͠ň̦̯̀͗ ̶̨̞͌͑͊̇̈̀͗̎̐̒̋̏̚͘͘F̴̡̥̺͔͊̆̊͊̈́̀͑͛͂͛͌͊͋ͅř̷̮̥̦̙̜̖̝̟̦̞͓̅̇̈́̑̕͝é̶̢͓͙̳̤̜̫̫̍̽̒͘ư̴̧̢̫͙̭̰̮̹̹̘̲̞͌̂̍͐́̒n̷̡̛͚̪̺̯͈̼̰͈̦̈̉͊̓͌̓͊̒̒̄̚͘͝d̷̬̼͍̤̩̙̩̜̟̯́ ̷͖̜̟͔̪͔̟̣͕͕͈̫͖͕̔͛̈́͑̎̿͂̓͒̆̊͠z̶̢͓̝̣͈̪̫̼̝̻̰̈́͗̋̾̾̿̕͘͠͝ͅw̷̢̢̡͔̜͔͇̾̉̒í̴̛͉̰̳͑͐̏̑̈̅̚̕n̵̥͙̘̞̋̈̅͂͛̀͜͝g̵̟͒̌̔̍̾̒̒͂̍͗̐͝͝e̵͖̱̋́̈́̅̿̿̊͝n̶͙̭̩̈̃̾̈́̋ͅ,̴̛̟̈́̋̿̑͋̉̚̚͝͝ ̳̜̥̜ṡ̷̡̰͎͘ͅì̷̧̜͈̤̤̻̩̹̻͔́͆̎͗͑͂̐̋ê̴̛̪̤͉̤̥̺̼̺͍̠͍̍̓͑̑ ̨̯̙͓̮̤̘̭̌̒̚z̵̟͇̼̄̏͒͗̆̌͊̆̿̈́̈̕͝ũ̷͔̟̬̤͉͓̰͖͗͑́̒͗̈́̔̆̇̈͜͝ ̛̲̝̉̾̑̊̀̓̾̊͝͝͠͠ẹ̗̻͔̝̖̙̭̝́̂̌̾̏͑̓̎ś̶͓̻͓̰̫̟̪͓̍͐̔̇͠s̷̜̰̜̩̠̅̇̈́͘͝͠͝e̵̛̱̪̞̰͔̬̞̺͇̭̗̺̗̎̓n̶̜̥̲̠͖͎̲̞̜̦͍̩͔͙̄̋͌́́͊̒͑̌̌̐̚͝͠ .̵̪͓̈́͛̾͗͂͆́̑̆̈́̏̀̑̐͝.̶̧̫̪̋̿͝ͅ.̷̢̙̞̫͙̗̭̝̪̥̰̣̬̌̄̿̈́̄̕ ̧̤̪̦̯͖̙̝̞͕̞̺̠̆S̷̳͉͙̙̏t̶̡̢̢̤͔̬̲̘͔̯̩̙̻͒͜ü̷͈͈̤̩̰͙̟̝̯̣̹̇́͜č̵̢̧̘̺̗̖̭͉̖̬͕̞́̿͗̉͂̈̈͒͗̈́͘͜k̷̢̞̖͇̘͔̠͎͍̥̾̉̚͝ͅ ̧̨̨̻̫̭̻̬͙̪̜͔̌̑͌̅̓͂̿̚̚f̷̧͕̻̈́̽́̃͊̐̑͜ͅü̴̧̨͙̩͓̮̞̲̊̑̈́̌͂͑͊̉̆̓̚͝r̶̢͉͎̞̽̌͆̔̄͊̚̕̚͝ ̷̹̗͖̬̱̈̆͒̀̅̀͐͒͛̈́̀̃̽̕Ş̷̨̫̘̥̺͚̦̫̗͇͕̲̜̀̇t̷̢̳̹̣̀̊ü̵̢̢̫̥̗͈̯̼̰͉̔͐̌̄͊̈͊̕͠c̵̫̘͍̫͕͇̠̉̒̔̉̊͌͒̀͗̋͝k̷̨̝͍̝̱͈̱͖̯̝̼͐̉̈̃͘.̵̡̨̮̠̫͎̹͎͈̣̯̼̞̈́͛̽̒͒̆̎̏͘͜͜ ̤̮̝̫́̿̑͗̔̎D̵͚͒̋̀̃̽̂̔̀͆͒̕̚͠ä̷̛̹̝̝͖̮͍̯͉̟̦̠̝̙͚̱́͊́̓̌̽̇ǹ̶̢̧̛̬̖̙̹̺̺̙́̎͐̆́́́͋̿̚ͅͅn ̷̻̄̄͋į̵̛̤̙̋͒̄̈̋̾̆̏̔͂̾͑̏̚s̵̨̞̯̓̔̋́̃̃͂̉̚͝t̵̩̟̝̯̗͍͈̩͚̣͎̰͊̈̊͐͊̚ ̴̧̮͕̟̜͇̥̣̞̪̽͘d̵̨̲̤͆͋̏͐̃͊͆̓͐i̷̺̐̃͌͒̋͝e ̷̨̧̨̱͙̟̲̯͇̠̱̭́͒̕H̶̟̹̞̮̬̙́̓̚ư̵̧̛̻͖͓̫̘̞͇͚̩̺̱̠͈͎̔̈́̽͋͋͊͋͐̚̚͝r̴̩͉̘͑̎̽̀͛́̉̃͂͗̾̊̚͝͠ë̢͈̣̼̲͎̬̫̏̈́̋͛́̊̊̾̆͐͝ ̴̻̦͇̹̞̮̲͓̲̳̈́an̦͍̮ ̧̨̡̨̬̯̹̣̜̘̖̝̹̥̱̆̃͑̑̑̒̋́ḑ̷̢͍͔̯̣͈̖̰̝̂̍̈̏͊̓́̓͛̏̐̽̂͝͝ͅer̶̢̝̘͈̙̈́́́̾̃́͊ ̶̣͕́R̵͉̣̙͚̤͓͑̂̂͑͒̑̿͋͘ȇ̷͍̝͓͙͈̥̮̉̀̀í̷͕̦̳͈̠̲͙̭̪̎̏͜h̷̡̟̭̱͙̤͉̀̾̑̏̈͘ͅͅe̷̛̫͊̆͒̔̃̃̓͑̋͑̚͝͠.̦̬̂̒̀͜"̷̬̹͚̥̪̦̗͎̳͔̝̻̖̪̃̔ͅ ̷̨̖͙͆͋̇͗͂̅̇̈́͐ The possessed Blake said in its demonic voice as the tongue slathers around Ren's face, savoring the few drops of blood coming from the lacerations delt during the scuffle. Holding Gamble shroud to his cheek, she was about to peel the skin off his face when a shot goes off. A 32. ACP round ripped the katana from her hand. Turning to the side she see's Detective Hooker struggling to lay up with his injury's. The blade had missed his organs and was pulled cleanly through him so he could consciously fire a few decent shots. "̴̣̹͉̤͚̳͕̭̳͈̗̫͍̞͗͐̾͜Ḏ̵̨͙̤͚̥̦̺̗̫͍͔̖͙̳͐͐͘e̴̡̫̬͈͇̝̤̙̺̥̥͆͊͂̏̿͠r̶̡̥̙̙̟͔̞̘̟̈́̈́̉̿̉̃́͑͂͆͗̈́͛͗̕ ̶̡͓͖̦̱̱͌̈́̀̉̒̑̄͘͜͝͝ȧ̶͉̖̟̦͕̗̦̘̉̈́̈́̃͛̎̌́̆́͆͠m̵̮̮̍e̵̫͓͔̥̹͖̯̘̖̬̩͙͆̍̀͜͜͝r̶̢̫͈̟̩̯̮͂͌̓̔̀͑̐̏̚i̵̛̤͘ķ̴̡͙͕̫̐̄̑͑̌̈͋̓̋͒̀́̕͜a̶̳̖͇̦͕̲̜̋͛̊͊͗̏́̏ň̶͔̫͕̤̻͕̥̜̬̞̙̰̯͔̒̇̈́̉̑͆̀͠i̴̭̭͝s͚̀̀̂c̶̳̿ḧ̶̡̡̰̭͙̣̤̝̱̣̬̹̟̌͂̀̃̎͌̿͘̚ę̵͓̲̟͉̲̯͎̹͈̹̏̍͝ ̳̖̬͇͎̯͔̺̪̩̲̤̟̮̋̍̎̍̉C̵͎̖̬̹̬̭̘̭̞̼̺̗̲͗̊̎̓̑̽̌̋͋͜ͅö̴̢̨̥̟̻̬͙̝̥̯̬̹̈́́̍̔̋̎͘͜w̴̢͎̘̙͕̼͊̌̉͆͂̒̇͋̓̕͝b̴̪̫͉̼͍̆̌̀̆͆̐̉̂ǫ̷͇̰̭̟̘̲̱̣̳͔̗̥̬̍̂͘ͅý̵̛̪̼͚͕̰̪̙͓͆̽̈́̃̒̄̀̈́̇̀͘͝.̥̙̳̤̱̰͙̥̪͇̹͙̀͜ ̷̲̳̬̺̜̯͖͙̦̳̲̪̍̆H̷̛̛̞̱̍͗͛͑̿̿͌̔̈́̚̕͝m̵̹̜̼̰̫̥̣̔̆̑m̵̛͕̦̟̰̭̣͗̀͐̊̓̒̐̀̾m̷̧̨̫͔͇̟͇̮̊̆̿ͅ,̶̛͚̤͕͖͈̱̭̱͕̣̍̐̓̑̇͂̀͑̑̉̽̄̇͜͝ ̶̩̲̟̞͚̣̲͇̦̺̜̗̬͚̌̓͊́̋͜i̴̹͓̮̥̼͇̩͙͇̼͌̈c̫̗͈͕̜̟̙͚̩̜̠̋̓͗̈́̈́͗͒͒̂͊͘ͅh̴̲̹͍̹͉̝̻̓͌͛̓̀͋̒́̿͆́ ̢̢̺̝͔͚̯̃̓̓͊fr̴̢̢̮͓̗̼̪̹̜̝͈̱̰̥̈́́̏̍̎ͅa̵͈̲̺̜̪̋̑͐̓̃͜͝g̳̖̗͙̘̫̳̟̝͜ẹ̴̹͗͋̎̒̄̊̎̎̕̕̕͠͝ ̵͙̝͕̟̀̃m̵̨̡͇̠̠̼͊͝ĩ̶̡̨̮̫̏͜c̨̜̹͖̠̼͇̃͒̑̉̄̽͝ḩ̷̡̞͖͚̻̘̰̔͊̋,̵̢̡͖͕͙̯͎̫͓̮̫͎̠̲̒̈́̑͛͒̔̈́̈́̋̀̏̕̚͜͝ ̴͖̘̈́͐̍͑̒͛̈̈̉͌̾o̵͎̠̼̳̣͗̆ͅb̢̧̥̘̗̼̝͉͕̥̂̀̐̄̄͑ ̴̫̭͔̠̤̬͋͒̈́̈́́͐̏̐̿̈̕d̵̝͙̫̝͖̖̲̠͚̿͂̃́̃̈́̿e̵̻̤̖̮̦̥̲̣͂̈́͗̇̽̉̌͑̽͝͠ḭ̷̖̈́̔̿̀͜n̴̨̛͖̠͓̪̹͇̤͇̜̽̔̾̂̂̍̎͆͆̌̅͜͝͝e̵̫̣̮̬̺̓̋̽̐̎̊̆̓̋͐͂̍̀͘͝ ͇̰̥͔̪̲̮̻R̷̢̧̛̫̖̬̯̹̲̝̘̈̿̃̓̏̃͛̔̅͛í̶̢̛͈̥̟̦̠̺̮̞̰̓̄̐̑͑͛͐̿̇̀̾̈́̚pp̴̨̛̪̳̣̫̘͎͍̰̽̽̌̓̔́̋̀̚̕c̵̛̱̘͋̾͌̑̋̊̑̍͐̽̿͐h̴̡̨͕̦̩̳̳̰͖̘̙̪̓̈́͂͠é̶̯͈̮̟̲̞͍̀̐̒͌̀̄̕n̴̟͑̊͆̿̔̓͛̆̑̌͝͝ ̵̡̡̨͔͚̙͖̲̝͓̬̌̓̌̀̏̃̽̿̍́̕g̴̠̹̖̻͉̙̋͛̒̃͗̒͛̉̾̉̋̔̔̅̊ë̢͉̦̮̩̪͇͍̜͚͈̄͆͝ͅn̮͎̗̣̲̤̺͙̆́̇a̶̢̬̺̖͎͆̓ų̵̢͈͍̖̥͉͂͊̿̒̍͛̽̍̉̓͘͝͠͝s̴̟̱̗͍̏̀̋̔̒̽̿̾̈́̈̓̇̇o̵̙̺̤̣͇̎͗̾̍̿̾̂̾̿̔̚͠ ̴̡̼̮̲̙͍̼̣̠͖͎̈́̏̑̈́͒͋͛͒̀̊̎̀͑̓̕d̨̡̪̤̦̬̭̺̂̄͑i̷̢̢͔̞͓̭͎̞̻̥̪̙̗̔́͌̓̽́̎̌c͍̲̋͆̌́̉͌̏̈̍̉͂ͅk̶̨̰̮͕̹̤͇̫̩͍͚̦̮͖̄ͅ ̴̨̢̠̞̺͎͔͚͇̖̀̽̓̽̊s̵̪̞͘ì̵̧̡̡̛̲͎̖̞̟̠̟͙͈̭̍͆̃̈́͆͠͠ͅn̷̢̞̩͇̫͙̞̜͎̩̐̋̀̍̀̆̒͋͂̅͐͘͘̕d̴̞͖̳̮̑͊͋̀̀̾̕ ̶̢͕͖̲̮̻̼͚͉͕̦̗̅̀̄̐̐̈́̌̈́̋̃̏̔̈͠w̴̢̖͎̮̥̰̭̣̥̞̯̝̜̉̈́̽͛̑́͒̇̉̀̾̊͝į͕̰̰͖͍͇̙̠̻̼̥̘̙̗̉̄̆̌̐̍ḕ̷̛͉͈̬̋͗̿̑̒͋͂ ̦̰̞̣̗̦̲ḓ̴̮̦̗̣͙͔̻͙̣̪̬̂̈́̃̒̓̎̍ͅͅẽ̷̩̺͔̣̲̻͋̾̃̾͘ì͉̺̃̕͠ņ̴̰̙̪͇͖̠̟̬̼̩̝̝͛̒̒̐́̈̍̀͒̿̀̈́ͅḛ̶̛͉͚͉̜̓̅̽͒̏̅̊̊̂̿͐̓̕͘͜ ̖̈̅̿̇̅̊̎́̐̐͆S̡͍̤͚̦̲̘̺̋̉͛͗̄̂̚c̵̠̪͓̳̝̲͚͜͝h̴͖͚̟̣̹͍͍̙͙̞̲̒̒̿̉̑̆͌͗̔̎͝͠͝w̶̪̰͖̣̦̟̮̬͙͙̮̰͐͗̒̇̈́͜͜ȩ̢̝̣̩̫̳̱̃̏̇͂͜i̴̜̤̫̪͈̿̽̒̑̋́͗̀̏̇̍͝n̴̨̩̟̻̥̳͚͇͑̂̇̔́̅͋̈́͝ẽ̡̧̥̼̪̫̭̗͚̗̭̖̟̍̊̀̇̈̒̉͜.̵̡̦̼͈̜͖̹̪̥̪͔̹̝̀̆͛̈́̓̈́̊̐̏͐̓͘"̡͇͕̦͖̜̦̳̯̋͑̆̌̀͒̾̕͠

The possessed Blake throws Ren to the ground hard. She along with the Possessed Olof slowly sonders towards Detective Hooker who was desperate firing off rounds at the two. They either took the shot or let their mutations deflect the shot, just as the pistol made the telltale clicking noise did, they stopped toying with him. Rushing towards the American P.I, they were just inches away from devouring him in a demonic frenzy when they suddenly stopped. Their eyes twitch with pain as something stopped them dead in their tracks. They slowly crook their heads to the side, inch by inch till they spot him.

For added Effect play Shirley Caesar- Satan We're gonna Tear your Kingdom down.

Ren, struggling to stand with bruises, cuts, and lacerating's over him. At the edge of the incantation circle, he is seen in his hand FEB's Cross and Detective Hooker's P.I badge. He was whispering the chant as he held the two in both hands. But he utters them in an unheard way, a way that no human tongue could possibly pronounce. He seems to be combining the original chant with that of another. "Geh- epfm'latghh, londoh- vulgtmah mglw'nafh, od micalzo- llll n'ghftephai n'gha ahornah ah'mglw'nafh od busd- mgng nafl hai gohed- llll cahff aimgr'luhh exarp- Y' ymg' ah'r'luh oro ibah aozpi- ymg' ah'r'luh hup geb nanta- mor dial hctga- geb ahagl ng hup ph' hcoma- Y' ymg' ah'r'luh l' soth ot agll llll agll mph arsl gaiol- l' epgoka n'ghftnah bitom- epgoka hai ng mgsyha'h nogephaii oip teaa pdoce epgoka hai!"

As he repeats the chant, the two possessed struggled to walk towards Ren. Screaming at him as they struggled. "̴̳̲̲̆͐̏̆̒́͆́̾̔́̋̚T̷̨̡͈͙͚͉̰̰͔̦̺́̿̕ͅr̷̙̰̖̬̣̤̤̬̝̟̜͍̮̲̍͋̏̒̇̈́̆͒͗̏̕̕͜͝ậ̰̦̙̟̞͕̙͎̻̗̼͓̂̐̏̀͗͑̎̋̎̚ͅṻ̴̧͕̯̺͕̺͖͚͇̞̳̜̥͚̭́̒̌̉̑͊͐̀̑̉̔̒ ̴̘̝̲̙̜͕̟̰͕̺̼͔̮̲̝̂̆̔̀̃͆̑̔̃͠d̗̰̖̳̼̆͂͑̈́̋̕ĭ̛̪̰̬̯͚̱͔͎͇̣̭͇̈͂̀̋̚͘͜ć̷̡̺͗̌̇̾h̵̡̧̧̡̲̗̮͇̙̜̙̖̜̋̽̉͗̓̾̏͊̍͑ͅ!̷̡̪͕̱̟̭͖̀̐͛̓̍́̇̄͊̃̚̕̚̚ ̶̯͇͙̻̦͙̲͉̜̗̬͔̿́̐͂̒̓̇̊͒̾̇ͅD̷͔̟̣̮̱̈́͛̊͗̑̉̍ů̴̢̳̝̠̣̜̙̻̣̌̇̅̾̆̒ͅ ̵̡̨̧̙̪̭̘̱̂͑͑̉́̆̆̂̈̃̆͝ţ̴̨̣̖̼̲̞̞̺͍͎͗͠r̷̛̘̞̘̳̝̫̭͓̳̆̎́̇̾̐̏̓̚ͅa̵̞̘͙̠̞͒̐̎͐͗̓̈̄̃͑̐́ù̶͕͔͇͇̤̦͕͍̗͔̗͔̖̓̓̍͗̂̋͂ŝ̫̹͆́̊͗͐̎͌́̕͘t̴̡͈̦̼͔̬̖̮͙̾̋̌͒̽͛̾̽́̈́̚͝͝ ̷̥̩̄͂̀͗̂̀̽̌͂͘͠͠͠dį̵͈̥̳̺̥͓̰̫̭̫͓̻̺̃͊̀̌̾͑̿͂̋͌̿͜cḩ̡̦̝͕̳̻̂̏̓,̵̮͈̪͈̗̎̈̒͌͜ ̨̖͔̯̳͍̯̥̫̋͜ͅd̶̻͙̲̥͍̻͖̥̳̿̔̋̇̑͋̓̀̊̚͘i̵̧̞͎͚͍̳̳̋̂́̍̈́̍̆͘͜͝ȩ̶̨̘̫̱̲̼͖̘̠͈͓͑̅̑̊̊̈́͜͜ͅs̴̛̹̏̾̎̈́̃̕ė̶̻͛̀̑̕̕͠ ̡̬̤̤͖̥̩̙̭̈̎̕W̶̳̪͚̭̜̲̖̜̟͇̩͓͛̏̈́ͅǫ̵̩̀̐̍̆̏̔̎͛̈́͌̀̈͛͠ͅr̶̛̩̼̰̲̳̝̝̜̟͇͌͊̓̈́̋̃͛̐͗̕tḝ̷͚̳̘̘͛̍͛̏̓͑͝ ̴̨͉̟̫̪̬̮̣̥̫̰͙͊̃̎̒̾͋̽͛͐͝͝͝z̛̜̩̘̱̖͕͎̼͇̥̯̆͂̀̉̏ṳ̵̡͎̫̤͕̘̳̭̔̽̈́̅͊̓͒̂̍̒̕͜ ̷̢̬͎̼̤̪͓͍̝̯̯͔̯̺̪͊̅͑̇̈́͊̌͝͝͠v̵̡̧̦̤̰̟̙̼̮̿̎̈͌̎͑̄͆͌͑́͘͘ȩ̶̮͈͎̫̜̍̽͆̎̒̉̇̉ͅr̵̟̙̻̠͖̭̪̞̦̳̣̖̂͛̇́̽̂͊̏̌̈́͛̂͜w̵̨̬͖̖̘̞̜̅̋̎é̴̪̩̲̟̩̰̥͖͑́̊̊͛͌̀͑́̕͝n̵̪̓̽́̀̋͂̀̂̆́d̵̢͉̹̮̘̼͇͔͖̗̐̄̍̌̇͆̎͌̈̚͠ͅẻ̡̲̲̖̣̻̳͖͙͕̲̩͋̽̆͜n̶̡͖̺͎̮̹̍͑̽̒̒͋́̀̄̒͘͜!͔̀̈́̒ ̷̢̡̬͐̔̔̀̚V̷̡̧͎̪̩͕̹̻̝̀̒̒̂̾̎͜ȩ̴̡̛̹̍̐͋͋͒̑̔͝r̵̢̛̯̐̉͂̆̀͂̽̀̉̕̚d̳͚a̶̼͕͚͉̳͋̽͂̌̾̆͠m̟̳̠͚̹̥̂͆̇̅̍̌̅̐̏̿̓͘̕͝m̵̜͎̺̣̮̦͓̦̔͑̽̊̿͋͝ť̶̢͉̱̺̩̻̜̋̊̄͋͝ ̷̨̟̽nǫ̷̻̘̹̣͍̪̟̍͊͛̅̈́̉̎͆̋͋̇̄͗̇c̶̡̛̦͍̟̟̮̪̜͓̖̮̫̈́͌͊ḩ̴̢̡̛̤͉̲̰̪͑͗̔̔̀́̍̚͝ ̵̨̡̘͙̬͈̺̮̣̟̜͓̓͋̾́͆͗̏͛̈́͊͝m̴͓͈̫̼̟̤͔͖͚̭̑̀̉̑̽͆̈́̒̂͠a̶̢͔̮͌̅̍͋̓̈́͋͗̆̚ĺ̬̜̤́͒̓͛̐͛͜ ̵̺̪̲̯̮̻͙̀̃͊͗̀̓̒͛́͊̓́m̷̧̮̰̤͙̠̍̽͂̉̀͛̍͛͘͘͝͠ͅë̷̡̛͖̟͎̩̦͖̞̗͖̩͈̦̀̑͆̏̃̈́̾̚͝ḭ̷̛͛́̓̃͐͛̓̍̀̑̕͝n̻̉ ̷̡̡̨͕̯̣̲̭̯̫͐͐̓̔͊́͜͜Z̴̖͓̠̤͛̈́̈́̏͠͠ṵ̘͍̥͍͓͔͇̞̟̋̾͊̂̂̈̑̽̈͘͜h̶̡͖̞̭̟̘͎͛̇̂̈́̾͘͜ä̵͓̦̻͈̺̺̅̑͘ư̹̪̦̠̬̈̀̂̔̓̓͂̕ͅs̵̛̟̝̩̱̳̻͖̭͉̖͉͍̜̊͒͂̽̋͜ͅĕ̶̢̧̨̛̛̗̺̜͔̼̬̣̠͎͛͌͗͆̓̊͆̍͑̀̕̚,̵̝̞͍̠̪̼̤̬͙̆̓̒̔ ̵̗̦̟͍̍̄͂̊͌͝͝ͅd̶̛͈̲̄͆̏̉̿̈̓͑͌̎̏͠ứ̴̧̖̺̯̬̱͓͉̲̳͂́̑̓̈́̎͝͝ͅ ̷͕̜͈͕̣͊̽̎̔͆̃́̉̒̕͜͝Ḯ̴̛̻͕̯̲̈́̑̃̑͆̀̈́̀̅́̚͝ḓ̷͓̱͔̗͕͌̓̈́̈́̈̎̃̃̈͒̍͜͝i̴̛̤̰̩͎̱͇͛̈́̉́̄̉͐̉͋̕͝͠o̷̤̎̓͋́̃͒̄̍̈́̑̏̃͑͝t̷͓̖͓͖̪̳̙̝̘̰̤̮̱̃ ̶͇̫̰͒̈̏̾̿͐̐Fi̴̼̞͈̝͛͐̅d̷̬̘̳̻̖̝̤̯̠̭̯̗̊̅̄̉̕͜s̶̺͖̞̤̜̠͈̦̫̙̅̉̈́̍̆̀̎̉͋͜c̩͙̆̐̀̇̍̀͊͠h̶̨̛͈̻̲̰̼̩͉̜̦̺̻̼͕̄̈́̈́̆̈̇̈́͑̔͌͘̚͝i̷̞͇͎̊͛͝d̷̨͖̟̰͚̣̪̭̪̞̫̬̈́̓̈̈́̈̏͝͝ȩ̦̖!̵̖̥̙͚́͑ ̴̢͕̫̞̗͔̤̬̯̆́̽̆V̴͍͋E̴͔̞̝͖̭̬͙͖̒͗̃͆̊̚͜R̷̡̨̛̰̬͙̝͎̠͈̣̭̅͌̇̄̍̂́̕̕͜͠Ḑ̵̠͙̗͙̟̝͊͋̋̑̓̌̊̿̀̃̀͒̎̚͜͝À̍̋͒̽̐̇̃͜ͅM̵̧̧̢̢̛̘͎̤̩̰̗͙̭̭̙̳̿̽̄̈̌́̓̆͑̒́̚̚͝M̶̨̖̹͖̮͓̰̖͒͛̔͋̅͐̌̍̾̿͘͝͝͝͝T̶̺̠̦̳̜͌̒ ̵̢͈̗̣̫̼̼̅̕H̴̨̠͇͇̑̃͑̍͐̎̐̐̇̽̇̽͝Ë̢̧̻̼̙̘̫̯̜͚̗̺̰͎̮R̵̛̞̤̯͒̅̉͋̆̋̾̈̿̽̈́͜͜͝͝A̧̳̳̰̮̪̜̩̯̮͜Ü̴̳͉̗͓͓͇͓͎S̴͚͆́̑͛͒̃̀̔͛̆̄͘͠!̷̟̜̊̈́͆͒͆͊͂̾̿͊̇̕͜ ̶̨̖̫̫̰̘͚̠̗̳̝̈̽͛̔͒͑͐̚͘͘V̶̧͓̪̩͑̈́͒͐̊̽̋̇̿͑̂́́̾e̵͍̳͕̻̠̲͈̲̗̰͕͐̉̀̾͗̽͑̅̚͜ṙ̵̰̬͔͗̌̋̏͜͝s̵͍͗c̶͙͉͙͍͎͎̻̹̣̤͛h̷̛̤̼̭̙̳͈͎̔̿w̴̖̼͖̭͋͌̿͑̆̂̂̑͆̾͗̚͝͝͝ȉ̵̧̨̳̤̗̩͕̝̤̠̞͗́͗͌͘͜͜ͅn̵̬̑́̀̓̓̎͛ḏ̷̬̫͒͝ę̷̤̫͇̳̬̱͙̙̜͉̜̬̪̐̓̉̏͌͌̎̑̒͐̈́̿̕̕̚t̡̳̜̣͕̉̌͝͝ ̪̝͔̮̜̻̝̆͂͋̎̊̈͑̒ͅv̷̧̲̖̞͐̏̋̍̇̋̾͝͝ȅ̶̡͍͙̣̯̻̤͙̭̱̱̂̽̓r̴̢̥̰̼̥̮̝͎͈̰̞̓̍͌̊̆̇͆́d̡̻̯̼̲͇̀̆̈̀̈́̅̊̅͒̽̿̋̕ͅa̳̲m̡͓͓̮͕̱̰̳̰̉̋̋̈́͊̇̓̐͘͝m̵̺̻̞̼̟̬͕̣̳̮̫̘̀͌̽̍̍̇́̕͝ͅͅṭ͔͔́̈́̈ ̴̥̦̩͒̍̃͛͋̉̽̎̈́n̵͉͍̺͈̝͚̺̐͊̽͑̑̾̂̉͘͠ǫ̵̛̙̺͚̟̞͖͑͊̈͋̇̌̒̈́̂͠ç̵̛͉̞̲̞̣̣̳̤̼͕̅̋̐́͗͌͒̍͆ḩ̶̱̰̤̹͈͙̙̬̥̤̭̋̉͠ͅ ̶̨͎͈̻͉̯̹̭̿͗͋͂͑̚͜͝ͅm̷̧̧̞̮̤̙̖͓̲͈͙̺͑͂̐͆̎̃̉͛́̚͜ả̴̡̢̱͕̺̝̤̩̪͓͚̳̥̼̩͊̆͆̃̋͠ľ̢̺̽́̔̽̈́̈́͝͝ ̶̯͌͘a̴̘͚̳̤̜͕̒͂̃̈́̽̇͐͌̇͝͠ų̷̘̩͔̤͉̞̱̳̖̪̔͆͐̍̍͐͜s̵͕͎̪͇̫͋̍̈́ͅͅ ̴̢̓̉̑̽̾̈́̽́̅̉̓̀͘m̡̨͈̳͕̯̯̰̣͇̹̰̰̆̑̄̄̋́̍̄̓̔̿ë̛̜͈̄́͋͒̓̏̎͛̈́̈ȋ̷̛͍̞̹͌̍̀n̶̢̛̯̥̱͎͍͚̞̱̖͓͒͑̐̈́̓̿̆͊̔́e̶̡̛̛̫̲͇̐̈́̏́͂̈́͛̕͠͠͝m̷̡̨̦̺̥̼̻̟̲̦͑̄̀͑̆̑ ̶̡͖͚̱͕͙̝̥͉͉̏̏̊̃͆̀̕͘̚͝Z̴̲̤͍͍̹͍͙̠̊̍̆́̕u̵̧̗͕͔̭͕̩̬̍́́̍́̒̓̀̃̍̃h̡̢̧̞̩͓͔̫̭̜͓̬̋̈͜ḁ̷͇̺͇͉̗̝̖̏̎̅͗͂̀̀́͐̈̈́͜͝ư̷̧̝̦̱̙̘̫͖̰̻̌̌̇̐̌̿͐s̶̛̬͙̤͉̭̘͆͛́ę̵͕͍̽!̷͖̐̄͆̓́͘ ̢̙͔̦̻̺͍̣̥̩̱͙̩̈̎͛͑̓̌̉̏̃̒̎̾̌Ḑ̴̥̯̜̳̖͓̤̟̩͈͚̯̺͆ͅÙ̶̝̲̬̰̱̜͠ ̷̛͕̘̤̎̌̀͒͂̈́̌̃͊͘͘V̴̨͍̜̣͚͓̈́͊́̕͜Ẹ͖̞̘̋R̶̖͇͑͊̊̔̿̋̏́̌̑̀͒̈́̏͝Ḏ̶̛̪̭̭̗̝͖̬̻͐̀̅̑͂̑̊͆̑͊̑̎Ą̢̫̭̫͚̣͉͈̝̗̼̼͖̆̉̏͑͊̓̆̍̊͠M̶̨̛̹̤͈̞̗̲̫̮͆̋͒M̷̧̲̝̣̙̳̫̳͇̺̟͙̩̲̉̔̒̾͝T̴̨̛̺͚̙̙̞̱̘͚̘̞͓͇ͅȨ̶̗̣̮̣̩̑̾̔͊R̷͕͈̬͙̱̗̘͚̦̼̪̞̽̋͐̽̎̉̔̐̍͜͝ ̵̖̪͗̾F̨͇̬̘̞̤̫̼̩̩̜̻͍̪Ȍ̷̼̤͚̲̖̝̘̠͇͛͊ͅR̛̺̲̦͕̠̥̥͙̼̭͓͈̮̺̉͋́̂I̶̯̦͖̰̰̹̪̭̯͕̮̣̜̓͌͐̓̌͐̚EṆ̴̯̰̤̦̄̔͆̅̅͜͠Ȩ̵͈͚̗̫̖͑́̆͝R̷̨̡̙̮̫̣̭̙̲̠͍̱̞̞͊̒̓́̀̆ͅ ̵͈̪͙̪̺͒͊̔̏̉͠F̶̳̹̝̉͒̇̊̅́͒̒̈́͑͘͘͠͝͠Ȋ̴̡̦͖͎̿̄̋̄̿̽͊́͘D̶̮̟͐͛S̷̛̲͎̥͍̠̻̗͒̈́͒̃̉̔͐̃̕͝͠C̶̡̻͔̳̤̪̫̠̦̣̫̣͖̏́̈́̋̽͌̀̚ͅH̷̬͘̚͝I̷̯͉̮̳̞̤͙͚͘DȨ̷̮̯͍͍̙̙͕̞̲̙̜͙̩̔̈́̅̀̔́̏̿̚̚͝͝ͅ!̷̧̨̨̨͉̰͍̭͕̔͒̃͋̌͝ͅ!̵̢̢̛̺͎̩̥̥̝͕̟̖̭̖͊͂̽̎̔͠!̴͈͖̲̞̠̣̥͎̜͙͔̱͓͓̜͛"̷̢͎̜̇̃͊̔̒̆̈́̈̆̀̕͝͝

As they stepped onto the seal both Olof and Blake collapsed to the ground. A blackish greenish tar like smoke exits their eyes, mouths, and nose. Floating up to form a horrifying ghoulish apparition. It mixes with the smoke given off by the burning fetish doll, launching forward at Ren with its horrific claws. However, Ren ducks under. Falling to his knee's reaching into his boot he pulls out his father's dagger, using the blade he made a blood sacrifice by removing his right thumb. Throwing the nub into the burning fetish doll, the flame turned from a sickish Green into a bright pink and lively Ivy Color. The spirit winces in agony as Ren stands slowly, chanting aloud: "Geh- epfm'latghh, londoh- vulgtmah mglw'nafh, od micalzo- llll n'ghftephai n'gha ahornah ah'mglw'nafh od busd- mgng nafl hai gohed- llll cahff aimgr'luhh exarp- Y' ymg' ah'r'luh oro ibah aozpi- ymg' ah'r'luh hup geb nanta- mor dial hctga- geb ahagl ng hup ph' hcoma- Y' ymg' ah'r'luh l' soth ot agll llll agll mph arsl gaiol- l' epgoka n'ghftnah bitom- epgoka hai ng mgsyha'h nogephaii oip teaa pdoce epgoka hai!"

As he chant's the Cross and the P.I Badge begins to glow faintly. Etched into them, the twig symbols begin to glow the same color as the flame, cracks formed behind Ren's eye's as the power surges from this chant. It was like a hurricane was thrashing about the room, nearly whiplashing Detective Hooker, Sister Evalin, and the barley conscious FEB. The Chant becomes thunderous as visage of mutilated cadavers begin forming. They slumped, slithers, and staggered towards the circle. Passing by the horrified and petrified onlookers. It didn't take long to realize that these were the victims of Großmann, seeking their retribution against this fiend. Despite most lacking lips or mouths or even heads to speak out of a loud gusting chant can be heard echoing from a hundred voices.

"GEH- epfm'latghh LONDOH- vulgtmah mglw'nafh OD MICALZO- llll n'ghftephai n'gha ahornah ah'mglw'nafh OD BUSD- mgng nafl hai GOHED- llll cahff aimgr'luhh EXARP- Y' ymg' ah'r'luh ORO IBAH AOZPI- ymg' ah'r'luh hup geb NANTA- geb ahagl ng hup ph' MOR DIAL HCTGA- geb ahagl ng hup ph' HCOMA- Y' ymg' ah'r'luh l' soth ot agll llll agll MPH ARSL GAIOL- l' epgoka n'ghftnah BITOM- epgoka hai ng mgsyha'h nogephaii OIP TEAA PDOCE epgoka hai!" As he chant's the spirits seem to be chanting alongside him. The Lustmord poltergeist roars in rage but it was clear through the horrific undisputed horror this monstrous being presented there was the undeniable twinkle of fear. All deeds have consequences and his has finally caught up to him.

Surrounding him they moved about in the ghastly wind as if wolves circling there pray. The chant became louder and louder and louder and the Lustmord spirit of Großmann slowly begins to shrink, until this abomination of a form was that of his old hateful self. He looks on in terror as the ghosts of his many victims lunged at him. Wrapping their hands over him as chain, pulling him to his phantasma knee's.

GEH- EPFM'LATGHH, LONDOH-VULGTMAH MGLW'NAFH, OD MICALZO- LLL NGHFTEPHAI NGHA AHORNAH AH'MGLW'NAFH OD BUSD- MGNG NAFL HAI GOHED- LLL CAHFF AIMGR'LUHH EXARP- Y' YMG' AH'R'LUH ORO IBAH AOZPI- YMG' AHR'LUH HUP GEB NANTA- MOR DIAL HCTGA- GEB AHAGL NG HUP PH' HCOMA- Y'YMG' AHR'LUH I'SOTH OT AGLL LLLL AGLL MPH ARSL GAIOL- L'EPGOKA N'GHFTNAH BITOM- EPGOKA HAI NG MGSYHA'H NOGEPHAII OIP TEAA PDOCE EPGOKA HAI!

Großmann spirit was beginning to look like his doll, his skin was flaking into ash, that was carried up and out the window with the rising of the summer solstice sun. Großmann spirit let's out a final roar as his spirit was torn to ash with the doll being taken with it out in a loud and thunderous gust of wind till all went quiet… the only sound made was Ren, who in exhaustion from his wounds and energy sustained in this desperation to rid the city of this vile Lustmord spirit had exerted himself and he collapsed into unconsciousness.

Sister Evalin who was the least injured quickly goes to check on Ren, he was unconscious and bleeding profusely from his stump thumb, but alive. As she let's out a sigh of relief a loud coughing sound can be heard. It was coming from Blake, who seems to be choking on something. She painfully turned to the side before vomiting up a chunky piece of flesh from her throat. It looked like a piece of Weißwurst with a sickly black tongue sticking out of it. She looked around with a confused glance, she felt like she was going to vomit with the last thing she recalls was being in the hotel.

"Ugh, how you feeling Lass?" A voice from the side called out to her. It was FEB, holding his chest wound. Blake could not speak no more but she made a so-so with her hand. She looked around for a few moments before pointing to the ashen trail on the ground. It didn't take FEB log to realize what she was trying to ask. "Yeah. We sent him to hell… or your friend did."

Blake looks over at Ren, he seemed to have a white streak in his hair and cracks behind the eyes, but he was still breathing. She gives a sigh of relief as she lays there on the ground. She felt sick to her stomach with vague memories of her time possessed by that horrible man… but she had a feeling. It was over. As the scene slowly comes to an end; with the sun rising on a new day, she felt a sense of calm. Berlin is safe… for now at least.

At the Rote Mühle Kabarett

The scene then opens on the rickety stage of the Red Mill Cabaret. On it, a strange Zoetrope contraption has been set up, a figure of extreme intoxicating beauty in a maddening crimson attire approaches the machine. She pulls from a small handbag a slide that seemed to house multiple fly's that have been pinned into the slide to form some kind of Rorschach imagery. Inserting these slides into the Zoetrope she turns her attention to the Grammer phone and set's the needle, letting the show begin.

Play Fear & Delight by the Correspondents.

Oh, but I know you'll cause me grief
Close friends of mine are in disbelief
As they can see what's underneath
Fluttering lashes, red lips and pearly white teeth

Projecting the images, the strange images came alive on a projection, like an expressionist film it show's strange images that the almost random assortment of fly's projected in the contraption. It showed Berlin with a distorted and canton angle. That is when a figure emerged from the scene, the figure looked like Blake had she been in The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. She moved in a jaggedly motion through the queer streets of Berlin.

I don't show it but I quiver whenever you come near
And I cannot decipher between the thrill and the fear
I wanna stop it but like it too much to let it stop here
It's wrong but I want you tonight
It's not my own volition but I fell in deep
By running the distance I've been advised to keep
I trot to the wolf as a doting sheep
It's wrong but I want you tonight

As she moved about, a janky lettering formed above her with ghoulish greenish colors spelling:

(Louise Brooks as Blake Belladona)

Fear and delight
All the way through the night
With a little derring-do
Oh, I'll fall in love with you

The shadow's surrounding Blake soon consumed her. Emerging from this was an alternated scene with an alternative character. Ren who took Blake's place is seen running though now the thickly smoked den of the ill repute. He seems to moving about less coordinated as though he is stumbling through a crowd of winning whores and drunken rabbles.

I'm a little boy that's gonna be getting his fingers burned
But I can see this lesson's gotta, gotta, gotta be learned
They say that boys have been destroyed but they weren't
It's wrong but I want you tonight

In any case, my friends, it's too late
Like a moth to light, like a beast to bate
And I know the black widow eats its mate
It's wrong but I want you tonight

As he roams, sickly green words emerged above him like before, spelling something entirely different.

(Sessue Hayakawa as Lie Ren)

Fear and delight
All the way through the night
With a little derring-do
Oh, I'll fall in love with you

Like before the shadows consumed Ren and the setting, opening on Detective Hooker in the apartment of luxury and aristocracy. He looks dashing with his trench coat and Stetson. He seems to be doing the tango with a shadowy figure among the uproar of painted sycophant and oligarchy of Russian nobility.

I'm an innocent being seduced by your charms
I'm a young boy tickled to death in your arms
Your kisses taste like bitter almonds
It's wrong but I want you tonight

Addiction pulling me to a grave end
You're an enemy who I'm keen to defend
Down the black hole of my lust I descend
It's wrong but I want you tonight

As he dances before the painted smile of exiled nobility, the green ghoulish words appeared above him. Reading as;

(Humphrey Bogart: Detective Joseph Hooker)

Fear and delight
All the way through the night
With a little derring-do
Oh, I'll fall in love with you

Why is it that I'm keen to be devoured by you
When there's the option of a love affair that's pure and true?
I always choose the dungeon over the sea view
It's wrong but I want you tonight

When I'm out the other side I say never again
But when I'm out and about I wanna find the next vixen
Someone who'll be sure to drive me 'round the bend
It's wrong but I want you tonight

The darkness consumed the scene and its character; what comes next was of two figures doing the ritual prayer around a burning doll. FEB and Olof twisted and turning around the doll, as their shadow's flickered onto the painted wall showing, one among there shadows was the visage of the demon Großmann, hopping from one shadow to the other replacing it with his own.

Fear and delight
All the way through the night
With a little derring-do
Oh, I'll fall in love with you

As the song slowly comes to an end, the final image of the greenish words spelled out above:

(Lionel Barrymore as FEB)

(Fritze Kortner as Olof Larson)

The Zoetrope then comes to a slow end. As it comes to a stop on a fly splattered on the center of the slide. Despite it looking like a normal fly, at this angle one could mistake it's for a human face. That of Großmann silently screaming as a small hand reaches down to pluck the fly from the zoetrope. The scene goes dark as the song slowly ends.

The scene opens on the stage. Deserted of all except one. There was an air of discontent, as though something off about this. The stage was wrapped in a thick fog. Sitting down beside the shriveled up mummified corpse of a man in a suit, the Queen in Red can be seen smirking as she held a blood splattered P.I Badge, she wipes it a few times before setting it down, plucking a dead fly and looking at it triumphantly. "Hmm, poor, poor, poor Großmann all he wanted was to complete his game but atlas there is no reward for second place. So sorry. But if it's any constellation I was greatly entertain… were you? I hope so as we will not be seeing one another sometime… but with the coming of the moon comes new changes on the rise. Perhaps we will meet again… but for now let us answer your questions. I'll try and make it… memorable."

She then pulls out a few crimson scrolls from out of the dead P.I agent's mouth. Unraveling them one by one as she reads aloud the question and comments.

Aus Carre: 1. It's been an experience.

2A. No, no. This is Erwin Kern. His story ends weeks after the assignation of Walther Rathenau… or that was how it was suppose to end.

2B. Yes, the author seemed keen on showing the Lustmord spirit as he put it, Like an evil dead Deadite.

2C. Oh Blake was not the only host. So many sausages are sold everyday in Berlin… maybe you might have it in you without knowing.

2D. For a being like this… this required more drastic measures then a crucifix with the seal.

3. Oh darling you flatter me… Hela själv är snällare än mig. Av ett barns oskuld.

Danke für's schreiben Carre.

Aus Black Cross0: No, more like an unwitting spy. And ever since breakfast in the Grey city.

I had a feeling you would enjoy it. I'll admit it was amusing.

Danke für's schreiben Black Cross0.

Aus Crimson Weresloth: To late… she's mine. Be seeing you real soon Crimson.

Danke für's schreiben Crimson Weresloth.

Aus Ryld: Aw yes this story has taken up his time from doing heavy research into historical events, people, and the darkest corners of the cosmos. It's so intertwined, well one could have sworn you are reading the facts that were never written in the history books.

Case in point you mention the first talkie as they were known came out in 1927… sadly that's not accurate. The year prior a film titled the Quake was produced which was depicting the great tragedy of 1906 San Francisco earthquake, sadly the only copy of that tape was destroyed by a young upcoming singer from New York. Why… well don't worry you will know why soon enough.

As for the little one, feel free to ask any questions. I'm sure he will answer them as soon as it is continent for him.

Danke für's schreiben Ryld.

With the last scroll read, she dropped it to the ground which immediately set fire in a green infernal. She smirked as she was satisfied her work here is done.

"Aw, that is the end. I must say this has been fun, but my stay here in this city is very brief. So please Fav and Fol the story, all comments will be answered in the following chapter. Till then… Ich werde dich sehen... in deinen Träumen" The Queen in Red said before crackling in a mad fit of laughter, disappearing into a puff or red smoke as the scene cut's to Black.

June 26th 1925

Anhalter Station, Berlin.

The scene opens up on the bustling train station of Anhalter. It seems the story has made a full circle. The city has managed to calm down. With the dispersal of Großmann the city murder rate has noticeably degrease. Granted many still died in horrible and brutal ways, but not as inhuman as the Lustmord killings. Now a new scandal was on everyone's lips around the Grey City. Walther Rathenau Federal Minister for Foreign Affairs near death encounter. He had arrived back in Berlin from Moscow having brokered the Treaty of Rapallo in which the Soviet Union would be recognize as a legitimate country and Germany debt to the Russia for its part in the war nulled and voided. Upon arriving he was about to enter his car and chauffeured back into the city when a phone call pulled the Chauffer away. Police were immediately called in and soon three conspirators including the Imposter Prince Gabriel Constantinovich; Shabelsky Bork were arrested. With the amount of information revealed it looks like this one will be facing guillotine. A fitting end. The rest including Baron Kleist and Manfred Freiherr Von Killinger, they were to await trial but were found dead in there cells. Seems the communist that they put away had managed to get to them from the inside. And what of the Princess? She survived thankfully and her responsibility of wellness and safety was handed off to White Russian Exiles who believed Europe was to hot for her. She is to be sent to New York. Currently Ren is walking down the platform with Detective Hooker.

"So… how's your arm." Ren asked the detective who had it in a sling.

"Worse then my ribs thank god. But still a pain going through crowds." Detective Hooker explains as he walks with a cane. "How's your friend?"

"Olof is going to need a month to recover… thankfully I made a few friends here in the city. He will be getting the best treatment." Ren answers as he held his right hand, looking at the bandage over the nub that use to be his thumb.

"… you know I had a friend who lost a finger… complained that the worse part was when it itch but he couldn't scratch it." Detective Hooker remarks from memory of his time fighting the occupation of the southwest.

"Phantom itch. Yeah I may have to deal that for decades." Ren said as he rubs his hand. The two silently walked down the Platform before noticing a group of White Russians around the princess. They were double checking the train making sure no dirty red, false noble, or the unaware status of the Lustmord killer. As they looked on Ren spoke up.

"You know… that's not the real princess." Ren remarks silently.

"What?" Detective Hooker asked.

"The Real Princess Anastasia Romanov died in Saint Petersburg. She never escaped with her family or was present during their executed. The woman here is actually a polish girl named Franziska Schamzkovkas. She didn't purposely take on the name Anastasia but it was sort of pushed onto her when the Baron found her." Ren explains to Detective Hooker who looked at him with a raised brow.

"Really? Another imposter… how do you even know this shit." Detective Hooker asked skeptically.

"Same reason I know the attempted assassination of Walther Rathenau." Ren remarks cryptically.

"… speaking of are you ever going to tell me where the hell you get these incite tips from?" Detective Hooker asked. Ren gives a shrug, declining to answer. Giving a small sigh Detective Hooker quip, "Fine… I'll find out. I don't mind doing some detective work."

"In that I don't doubt you will succeed at." Ren said with a nod before turning back to group of white Russians. Detective Hooker now looking over noticed the princess, or the woman claiming to be her was before them.

"Herr Hooker. Herr Ren. Ich möchte Danke sagen. Ich habe gehört, dass Sie und Ihre Freunde viel für mein Wohlergehen durchgemacht haben." (Mr. Hooker. Mr. Ren. I want to say thank you. I heard how you and your friends been through much for my wellbeing.) Anastasia or as Ren put it, Franziska said in a thick accent over her German.

"Um... kein Problem. Es war kein Problem. Wir würden es gerne wieder tun." (Um… no problem. It was no problem. We'd gladly do it again.) Detective Hooker said nervously. Just then a loud whistle can be heard signaling the train is leaving the station soon.

"Ich glaube, es ist Zeit für dich zu gehen. Bester Aufenthalt in Amerika. Europa ist nicht sicher und es sieht so aus, als würde es noch gefährlicher werden." (I believe it's time for you to leave. Best stay in America. Europe isn't safe and things look like they will get more dangerous.) Ren said as he looked over at a train car full of Organization Consul who arrived from Munich to 'protest' the arrest of their leaders.

"Ja, wenn meine Agentur nicht damit beschäftigt wäre, die Rote Königin aufzuspüren, würden diese Bastarde der Stadt noch mehr Ärger bereiten." (Yeah, if my agency wasn't busy trying to track down the Red Queen, these bastards are going to spur more troubles for the city.)

"Die Rote Königin?" (The Red Queen?) Franziska asked with a raised brow.

"Ein Titel, der kein echter Adel ist ... schon gar nicht die Art, mit der man in Verbindung gebracht werden möchte." (A title not real nobility... least not the kind you want to be associate with.) Ren explains earning another strange look from Detective Hooker. He still unsure how he knows these things, but he will find out eventually. A few voices are calling for her to get on. Realizing that time is short Franziska hugs and kisses Ren on the cheek before turning to Detective Hooker.

"Danke... danke euch beiden." (Thank you... thank you both.) She said before hugging Detective Hooker and kissing him on his cheek. She turns around and heads to the train. Before boarding she pauses for a few moments before saying something. "Und Hooker... ich hoffe, wir können doch eines… Tages in Amerika sehen. (And Hooker... I hope we can see you in America... one day.)

"Ja ... ich werde auf jeden Fall vorbeischauen, sobald meine Arbeit hier erledigt ist." (Yeah… I'll um make sure to check in once my work here is done.) Detective Hooker said with a tip of his hat. That was the last word he said before he watches the false princess board the train bound for Paris. They stood there on the platform. Watching as the iron locomotive pulls out of Anhalter station. As they watched it slowly pull away, up on the over ramp, Blake and FEB watch from above at the scene.

FEB was holding himself up with a crutch, that beating he took from the two Großmann possessed had done a number on him. Blake was somewhat embarrassed about the whole ordeal. Twice already she was possessed, and she was admittedly terrified about the idea that she could be possessed a third time haunted her. They watched from above as Ren and Detective Hooker said goodbye to the Grand Dutchess. As they watch from afar a familiar figure walks up from behind her.

"So… I just got off the line with Mother Superior in England… there was no transfer or none members by the name of Belladona." Sister Evalin said in a disappointed tone. "Seeing how things went two days ago. And how your ears have not vanished you are possible the bigger mystery then that whole ghost possessing pedophile. So I want to know who the hell you two are."

"That's a long story lass. And even then, I don't think we owe you squat." FEB said as he takes a swig from his flask.

"Are you kidding me. I was nearly killed on a dozen occasion. Partook in what I can only describe as heresy, and for all that left with more questions than answers so, yes, I think I deserve a few answers." Sister Evalin said as she crosses her arms. FEB was about to argue with her when Blake stopped her. She wrote something down on her paper before showing it to Sister Evalin.

"Your right. I'm not a sister of any order. Rather this is a disguise. I'm actually working on behalf of the British government. We had word of potential Bolshevik activities, and I was sent here. I will explain everything I promise but for now… please for both our sakes just hold them for now." Blake wrote before presenting it to Sister Evalin. She looked over it for a moment before looking up at Blake. She lets out a frustrated sigh.

"(Sigh)… July. First at 8 O'clock sharp. Wilhelmplatz. If you want me to keep your secret be there in full uniform." Sister Evalin said as she points her finger at Blake. Blake gave a perplex look at what she was talking about but before she could even write down what Sister Evalin means she already answered, "Because of you and your friends' actions I missed out on the RRK charity even. So, you are going to make it up for me or heavens be I will report you."

Blake gave her a confused glance but gives a silent nod. Having her consent to a food drive Sister Evalin wanders off. Seems she will be getting her answers along with an extra volunteer to assist her in the assistance of veterans. In a strange way she remined Blake of Weiss. She turns to FEB who gave a shrug.

"Don't look at me, you were the one who almost shanked her with your oversize butterknife." FEB said to which she gave him a dirty stare. "What?! You took that fancy butter knife at me. Possessed or not that was my liver you almost took out."

Blake simply rolled her eyes at FEB's poor comment. He finishes his swig before pocketing the empty flask. "Come on kid. Let's go check on your friend. Maybe he will buy us a round on the house."

Blake once again rolled her eyes but flashes a small smirk. Despite the hardship, and the perilous quests she is forced to do in a slim chance of returning home… she is somewhat thankful that this old bastard of a man never changes. She walked with him into the thick smog induced background of Anhalter station.

Serria Nevada mountains 1847

As the scene shifts from the fog induced metropolis to the cold mountains of California. In late December of the ice tipped mountains howling with cold stinging wind deafened and blinded the senses. The howling wind was interrupted by the sound of screams. A loud blast from a Kentucky rifle ripple through the mountains air as a group of people are seemingly attacked by an unknown entity off in the distance. Just then a family of three burst through the woods. They were malnourished, exhausted, poorly dressed for the weather, and covered in blood. The father figure struggled to reload his Kentucky rifle as something large charges through the woods.

"Marry! Get Elizabeth out of here!" The Father said as he struggles to load a 48. Calber ball into his long rifle. The wife turns to her, but he cut her off screaming, "And take that infernal thing with you! Find a creek and leave it for the beasts!"

Just then something broke through the tree line. Letting out a loud roar as a large beast with four arms and a horn rushed him. The mother in fright of the creature runs off with her child through the blistering and blinding cold of an oncoming storm. Her bare feet stomp over the snow, causing her feet to bleed as she drags through the ice and sharp sleet.

As she passes into the tree line another loud gunshot goes off followed by a blood curdling screams of a man as the monstrous beast roars over him. Knowing that it will come for her and her daughter next, the mother rushes with great haste off the beaten path through the tree's hoping to hide amongst the snow-covered ferns. As she raced through the trees lashing her arms, legs, and torso she constantly fell into the banks of ice and snow. Pulling herself up time and time again as that beast was chasing her not to far behind, she struggled to get her child and a strange package with her far from this horrid beast. As she rushes through in blinding maddening fear, she twisted her leg by mistake and took a tumble off the side of a steep slope. She held onto her kind tightly as she bashed against rock, tree, and moguls. Till eventually they fell off the side of the mountain. She lets out a loud scream as she crashes into one tree overhanging the sharp drop cliff. In that clash she dropped her child and that object she carried before falling to her demise, shrieking before the sudden splat. As for her child, she survived. Barley. She crashed onto an overlooking ledge that held her above the jagged ever greens so far below. Her leg was horrible broken, and a hug gash ran across her face, but she was still alive.

As she slowly pulled herself up, she looks over to see that strange object her mother was carrying. In a buffalo hide sack laid a strange obsidian dagger. It had an aura of unknown and foreboding origins. Carved along the side were golden symbols of Aztec origins of a whaling wraith dressed in a cape that roared with the colors of aurora borealis embroider with gold, jade, ruby, and lapis, waving in the background of its haunting visage. There was a strange calling to it, and in her numbness, she reaches for it. As she wraps her frost-bitten hands around the blade's handle, she felt what could be described as a static shock. She nearly dropped the knife, but she found that for once she could feel her fingers. Her body begins to warm up, and despite being poorly dressed she felt none of the cold. As she marveled in the strangeness of her newly found warmth against the blistering weather, her thoughts of jubilation was interrupted by her mother's body suddenly dropped before her.

Her body was banged up and mutilated from the multiple jagged rocks and splintering evergreens bellow. She shudders in horror seeing her mother's corpse so raggedy… till she looked up. Her eyes widen in shock. The pure horror of what was before her. A large entity of human shape with piercing cold red eyes stared down through a whisper less face. Its unidentifiable mouthpiece was breathing a cold wind that froze what it touched. As it stares down at the child, she suddenly felt something, a calling that all animals herbivore and carnivore alike know full well. A call… to feast! For nearly a month the child had subsided on nothing but mule broth, and rare unlucky mice she caught in her encampment. Her stomach begins to growl uncontrollably as her eyes flustered around for something to fill her stomach. Anything would do… and there was but one thing she could eat on this lonely little perch. Slowly she begins moving towards her mother's corpse. A month without food had turned this sweet little child into a mad animal. She didn't even see the corpse as her mother in that moment. To her… it was meat.

With a small gulp she begins carving away at the corpse with the artifact. Ripping up the flesh of her mother arm, first slowly as she chewed on it with some regret but after a few strips of flesh her hunger took over and she begins devouring fiercely. Tossing aside the blade, she sink her whole mouth onto the warm tender flesh of her mother's corpse. As the blade fell off the side of the ledge into the blackness, this spiritual entity watches as she devours her mother with great appeasement. As she turns towards the torso of the cadaver, the figure holds out it's hand over the child. She felt intense pain as the view pulls up on her shadow. It showed the poor girl's body as it slowly transforms from a thrashing crying child to that of a grunting abomination of a beast. As this abhorrent image of nature devours what is left of the cadaver that was her mother the scene goes dark.

Play "Silent Hill: Shattered Memories [Music] - Hell Frozen Rain" for added effect

In a cold room, a comic book falls on top of the previous comic pages. The book was so cold that it nearly shattered upon hitting the previous comic. It depicted first class passenger seat, with the four sitting around, huddling as the air dropped to surprisingly chilly temperatures. All while a shadow loomed outside their door of an emaciated man. Screaming out a silent chill. Beside it is four-character bubbles with the title above, it reading:

RWBY NOIR

The Chill of the Past

Staring:

Weiss Schnee: The Smartest Girl on the Planet

Fausta Bell: Retired Outlaw

Guest Staring:

Maria Eva Winchester: Cultist Bounty Hunter

Greyson Philip: The Traveling Novelist.