Author´s Note: Waaaay longer chapter. Hope you enjoy this chapter. And uhhhh, I´ll uptade when I can, I am really enjoying the story so far, and I hope you too. Talk to you later.
I woke up today with a lingering pain in my body. The lamia from last night had rough me up a bit, taking a few hits here and there but ultimately fine. The thing is the bastard managed to hit me real good in the gut, that I still feel the lingering pain in the morning. I'll just have to get over it.
Sketching, I raised my arms upwards, feeling my back cracking with a satisfying sound, and left the comfort of the bed. Money was starting to run low, so I really hoped that Kuoh academy could give me an answer real soon. I took a quick bath and made my way towards the cafeteria near the hotel. After a quick breakfast, with actual food and not only coffee, I made my way towards the town. I didn't really do anything of importance today, so maybe I could relax a little.
The morning breeze was a welcome caress on my face and through my hair, creating the perfect ambiance for a peaceful day. But just as I was beginning to savor the tranquility, my phone interrupted with an insistent "RING RING!"
I sighed and reached into my pocket.
"Hello?"
"Morgan! It's Azazel"
"Oh Azazel, what can I do for you?"
"Hey, I got a job for you, come to my place for specifics"
I couldn't help but exhale through my nose in mild annoyance. I had been looking forward to a peaceful day, perhaps even a chance to nurse my aches and pains. But a deal is a deal, after all I promised to take Jobs for Azazel; and I needed money, no biggie.
"I'll get there in 20 minutes, see you later." With that I hung up the call. With a sense of resignation I made my way towards Azazel's place. After a few minutes of walking I reached Azazel's place, an ordinary, if not a bit luxurious complex of apartments. The man's choice for residence striked me as odd. Given his reputation, and status as a faction leader. But I guess appearances could be deceiving in this line of work.
I knocked on the door and waited for a response. I could hear some shuffling and steps. Azazles opened the door and greeted me with his characteristic grin. He was dressed in a rather simple gray Yukata, if memory serves right. A white undershirt and a belt in his waist.
"Good to see you, Morgan," he greeted me, gesturing for me to enter. The apartment's interior was well-furnished, with antique furniture, magazines scattered around, and a nice looking tv on the wall.. Azazel had a taste for the eccentric.
I followed him to a small sitting area, where he offered me a seat. "So, what's this job you've got for me?" I inquired, cutting right to the chase.
Azazel leaned forward, his expression turning serious. "There have been some unusual disturbances in the town lately. People have been reporting sightings of creatures that shouldn't exist."
My interest was piqued. "What kind are we talking about?"
"Youkai"
Youkai were the most common supernatural beings in Japan, and even though Kuoh was under the jurisdiction of the devil faction, it was still an integral part of the country. As Azazel leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping thoughtfully against the armrest, he emphasized the urgency of the mission.
"I need you to investigate, find out what's going on, and put a stop to it if necessary," Azazel reiterated. "Intel says some youkai have been seen lurking around Kuoh. And the relationship between the devil and youkai factions isn't exactly stable. An incident that almost wiped out a youkai species occurred a few years ago. Keep things discreet, Morgan. We don't want to cause a panic."
My thoughts raced as I absorbed this new information. Youkai activity in a town occupied by devils was a potential powder keg. The delicate balance between the factions could easily be shattered if this situation wasn't handled with care. "I'll do my best. Anything else I should know?"
Azazel leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping thoughtfully against the armrest. "I need you to investigate, find out what's going on, and put a stop to it if necessary," he reiterated, his tone laced with urgency. "Intel says some youkai have been seen lurking around Kuoh. And the relationship between the devil and youkai factions isn't exactly stable. An incident that almost wiped out a youkai species occurred a few years ago. Keep things discreet, Morgan. We don't want to cause a panic."
My thoughts raced like a runaway locomotive as I absorbed this new information. Youkai activity in a town under the devil faction's jurisdiction was more than just a volatile situation; it was a potential powder keg waiting to explode. The delicate balance between the factions could easily be shattered if this situation wasn't handled with meticulous care.
"I'll do my best. Anything else I should know?" I inquired, a sense of responsibility weighing heavily on my shoulders.
Azazel leaned in closer, his voice a low, confidential murmur. "The devil heiresses aren't aware of the youkai lurking around. It's vital that we keep it that way for as long as possible. If they find out, they might take matters into their own hands, and that could lead to chaos we can't control."
Understanding the gravity of the situation, I nodded solemnly. The devil heiresses were a force to be reckoned with, and their involvement could escalate matters beyond repair. "Understood. I'll keep it under wraps and investigate discreetly. Do you have any leads or specific areas I should focus on?"
Azazel handed me another folder, its pages filled with detailed information. "Start with these areas," he advised, his gaze unwavering. "Talk to the locals discreetly, gather information, and find out if there's a pattern to these sightings. Be cautious, Morgan. Youkai can be unpredictable."
As I took the folder, my temples began to throb with a growing headache. "You know, for my first job, you just had to pick the most delicate and unpredictable situation. Outstanding, Azazel."
His grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, relax, Morgan. I know you're more than capable of handling this." His confidence in me was unwavering, and though I couldn't help but be exasperated by his choice of mission, I appreciated his trust.
"Fuck you" I muttered between my my teeth, turning away and heading towards the door. Azazel just laughed in response, his amusement echoing in the room. I wasn't really angry at him; But he really should have picked a better job. Eyeing the folder I decided that the best course of action was information gathering. So I made my way towards the local library where I could study and make a possible plan for the night.
Azazel POV
As I watched Morgan depart from my humble abode, my laughter gradually subsided, leaving behind a sense of nostalgia. It was undeniable that I had assigned the lad a one hell of a first task, one that required not only skill but also resilience. Still, deep within me, there remained an unshakable faith in his abilities—a faith inspired by the storied history of the Venatores clan.
My thoughts journeyed back to the very beginnings of the Venatores, their legacy etched in my memory. I could recall it vividly—the night when Octavius Venatores, a man of unwavering conviction, had sworn his solemn oath to hunt the creatures of the night and shield humanity from their shadows. In those early days, I was filled with uncertainty. How could a human, of all beings, undertake the arduous task of protecting humanity from the moonlit world? They were, after all, situated at the very bottom of the hierarchy.
Yet, the Venatores persevered, driven by sheer determination and an unyielding commitment to their sacred mission. Through the centuries, they not only survived but thrived, unwavering in their dedication to their sworn oath.
As the generations passed, and the time came for Octavius to pass away, his descendants continued the honorable duty of hunting the night, upholding the Venatores' legacy for centuries. At the time, I couldn't help but be in awe. Was this what the old man had referred to when he spoke of humanity's innate brilliance? Their remarkable ability to adapt, evolve, and overcome insurmountable odds?
Back then, in an era when devils and vampires adhered to the old ways, the Venatores were the targets of intense hatred. They were considered enemies of equal, if not greater, significance than the church's exorcists. Exploiting the clan's excommunication from the church, these supernatural factions had launched a brutal assault on the Venatores' Manor and its members. At the time, I had genuinely believed that the clan had been extinguished, relegated to the annals of history.
However, fate had a curious way of unfolding, and a few years back, I had the privilege of meeting Victor Venatores. He embodied the very essence of his lineage—a formidable hunter and a truly good man. His existence was a testament to the enduring spirit of the Venatores clan.
Each and every Venatores had defied the odds, and despite their pledge to protect humanity, they became the embodiment of justice. Over time, as I observed them closely, I realized that, despite being primarily moonlit hunters, they were still capable of forming bonds with supernatural beings—proof of their adaptability and humanity's inherent shine. Morgan, once again, had reaffirmed this belief.
It was now time for the Venatores' name to resurface, to reclaim their solemn duty as the guardians of balance and peacekeepers in the supernatural world. If all went according to plan, this mission would serve as a significant step in the right direction. The Venatores would rise once more, ensuring that the delicate equilibrium between the supernatural factions remained intact.
As I reached the library, the scent of aged paper and well-worn leather enveloped me, a comforting embrace of literary history. The forest-green carpeting underfoot had faded over the years, its fibers worn thin by countless footsteps. Pale yellow wallpaper with fading floral patterns adorned the walls, whispering stories of decades gone by.
The library exuded an atmosphere of hushed reverence, the kind that seemed to seep into your very bones. It was a place where time stood still, punctuated only by the occasional whisper of pages turning and the gentle hum of overhead lights. The wooden tables, each adorned with a brass reading lamp, were strategically scattered throughout the space, like islands in a sea of knowledge, inviting readers to immerse themselves within the pages.
I offered a respectful nod and a faint smile to the librarian, a stoic old woman who returned the gesture with a curt nod of her own. With her tacit approval, I made my way to a secluded corner of the library, where a dark wooden table awaited. It was a spot where I could delve into my research undisturbed.
My first task for the day was information gathering of Asian mythology, a subject I honestly admit I know little about. The elusive youkai required my attention, and I needed to arm myself with knowledge to confront these supernatural beings effectively. As I wandered through the maze of bookshelves, I scanned the titles, searching for books that might hold the key to understanding youkai.
"...Mythology, mythology, mythology…" I murmured softly to myself as I continued my exploration. The scent of old pages and the soft rustling of leather bindings filled the air, adding to the library's mystique.
After a bit of meandering, I stumbled upon the books I needed. A particularly weathered leather-bound tome caught my eye, its simple title proclaiming it as "Asian Folklore and Mythologies." It looked more like an encyclopedia than a casual read, but I figured that diving deep into the subject was the best way to go. Just to be thorough, I grabbed a few more books from nearby shelves, each promising insights into the intricate world of Asian mythology.
Balancing my newfound knowledge treasures in my arms, I retraced my steps back to the welcoming wooden table. I settled into an old, creaky chair, the book's weathered pages eagerly awaiting my exploration. The great thing about this particular tome was that it had an index, lucky me.
With my finger tracing the list of youkai in the index, I began to quietly mutter their names one by one, as if invoking ancient spirits from the pages of the book. "Kitsune, Kyuubi, Tengu, Nekomata, Nekoshou, Oni, Nue, Raiju…" Each name rolled off my tongue, and I turned to read their descriptions with rapt attention, absorbing the tales and legends that surrounded these supernatural beings.
As I delved into Victor's notebook, my hope for finding valuable insights into the youkai of the region was quickly replaced with confusion. Page after page, there was no mention of these supernatural beings, or any other creatures for that matter. It was as if the notebook contained an entirely different language, a series of notes and symbols that seemed to elude comprehension. Frustration gnawed at me as I flipped through the pages, desperately trying to make sense of the enigmatic contents.
"Just what did you write in this notebook, Victor?" I muttered to myself in exasperation. It was like trying to decipher a code that had no clear key. The book seemed to be filled with a plethora of symbols and sigils, and their purpose remained a frustrating mystery.
Minutes stretched into hours, and my determination wavered. I continued to scrutinize the symbols and sigils, attempting to discern patterns or meanings in the intricate designs. "God dammit, Victor, you really went all out with this," I grumbled under my breath, feeling a mixture of admiration and vexation.
Just when I was on the brink of giving up and closing the notebook, my eyes landed on a symbol that I knew all too well. It was the Venatores crest—an emblem surrounded by a fortified structure with a distinctive keyhole at its center. My heart quickened as recognition set in, and a rush of excitement coursed through my chest.
"This is…" I paused, excitement growing in my chest. "..the Venatores ancestral manor!" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with excitement. However, the text that accompanied the symbol remained a cryptic puzzle, the meaning obscured by its complexity.
I pondered my options for a moment. It was clear that Victor had left a message within these pages, but the code was beyond my current understanding. A thought struck me, and I reached for my cellphone, dialing Azazel's number without hesitation.
The phone rang for a bit before I heard his voice on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Azazel! I need your help," I said, my voice laced with a mix of frustration and excitement.
"What happened? You almost sound excited," Azazel replied, his tone tinged with curiosity.
"I'm trying to decipher Victor's notes, and I've actually made a little progress," I explained, my words quickening with enthusiasm, "but there are some sections I can't crack. Care to give me a hand?"
There was a brief pause on the other end, and I could almost picture Azazel's thoughtful expression.
"Victor's notes, huh? You've piqued my interest," he said. "Come over to my place"
I almost rushed to Azazel's place, my anticipation pushing me to get there faster than my usual pace. Thoughts of the ancient Venatores Manor, a place Victor had often mentioned in his stories, filled my mind. He had once told me that we might visit the ruins of the Manor someday when the opportunity arose. The connection to that place had me brimming with excitement. It was time for a lesson in history.
I knocked on Azazel's door, and he quickly opened it, welcoming me inside. Without wasting a moment, I placed Victor's notes on a nearby coffee table, and we both sat down, ready to dive into the cryptic text.
"So, what are we dealing with?" Azazel asked, a small, knowing smile on his face. I eagerly opened the book and used my finger to point to the Venatores crest, elegantly etched onto the page.
"This symbol right here," I began, "it's the clan's crest, and the surrounding imagery seems to depict a fortified structure. My best guess is that it represents the Venatores family Manor. But to be honest, my knowledge of the place is limited to the stories Victor used to tell me."
"The manor you say? Hmmm" He remained quiet, his eyes quickly reading the pages. I saw how his eyes began to widen and his face still unexpressive, as if he was pondering about something. For some reason he didn't seem entirely convinced. Though he might be subtle, I noticed that he was eyeing me with the same unreadable expression on his face.
He remained quiet, the silence and tension filling the air between us, I was starting to get a bad feeling about this. Has he discovered something bad?
"Did Victor ever tell you about your family's stronghold?" He began with a serious face. Right when I was about to answer he cut me short, "and I don't mean the manor, no, I'm talking about something different"
My eyes widened a bit, realization sinking in. "No, I don't think so."
After a prolonged silence, Azazel finally looked up, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that almost made me flinch. "Morgan," he said, his voice low and measured, "This is a spell that connects to the Venatores stronghold." He began, his words carrying a weight that sent shivers down my spine. "The stronghold acts as a repository where, supposedly, your family stored their troves of weapons and magical materials."
What? The notion of a hidden Venatores stronghold, a place filled with generations of arcane knowledge and powerful artifacts, was nothing short of staggering. I had never known, scratch that, never even imagined, that something like that still existed within our family's legacy.
"What happened to the stronghold? Has it been raided over the years?"
Azazel shook his head slowly, his brows furrowed.. "No," he replied, his tone heavy. "it has been impossible to access the stronghold." He paused, "At least that's what we believed." He said, eyeing me.
Azazel continued, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and intrigue, "The notes are a rather complex mix of magic circles and an incantation, nothing I couldn't figure out. But the thing is, even if I tried using the spell with the 'key,' the spell won't work."
A puzzled expression etched its way onto my face. "Why?" My curiosity growing.
"Because it's me who is casting the spell," Azazel replied, his words only deepening my confusion. I furrowed my brows in response, unable to grasp the significance of his statement. However, a glimmer of a smile slowly started to return to Azazel's face.
"Let me explain," he continued, his tone becoming more animated. "This spell has a series of checklists that must be followed in order to work. First, the caster must be human—a very important detail, but certainly not the most important. The secret ingredient, Morgan, is that the caster must be a member of the Venatores clan."
"That's… amazing," I whispered, my voice filled with awe and wonder. The revelation that I held the key to unlock the secrets of the Venatores stronghold was both exhilarating and daunting.
"But I'm not a legitimate member of the clan, Azazel," I said with a hint of doubt in my eyes. I couldn't ignore the fact that my status as the last Venatores was unconventional at best.
Azazel noticed my uncertainty, and there was a brief pause as he contemplated my words. "I know," he finally replied, his tone reassuring, "but you possess the family heirloom, and Victor himself named you the last Venatores. That has to mean something, right?"
At my lack of immediate response, Azazel rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. "Look," he said, his tone lightening, "just try the spell. Even if it doesn't work, you at least tried, alright?"
I nodded in agreement, determination welling up within me. "Alright," I replied, my gaze fixed on the ancient book. "Is the spell complicated?"
Azazel's carefree smile returned to his face. "Nah," he answered, his confidence unwavering, "if you have some degree of control over magic circles and say the chanting correctly, it should work." He then grabbed a piece of paper nearby and began writing what I could suppose were the spell incantations. "Here, the original language is a dead language called Luminosk. It's been dead for a long time now, but I still remember. I have translated the words for you."
I grabbed the piece of paper, and with a practiced motion, a simple magic circle appeared in my hand and pointed forward. Remember. What was the purpose of this, what did I need the stronghold for this moment?
"Elysial lestrael, Sylunaris astraen," I began to chant, my voice rising and lowering like an out of tune melody. The words seem to carry weight to it, I could feel the heavy magic within the words. I needed information about the moonlit world, information about everything.
"Orchulus, Nebulum" I could feel the pull of my magic, it definitely has something and if I'm right, my magic is dragging something. With a final push of my magic a light flashed from the magic circle, and its light continued growing.
"Did It work?" I asked out loud. Trepidation evident in my voice.
Moments stretched into what felt like an eternity, and just when doubt began to creep into my mind, a faint shimmer appeared within the luminous haze. It was as if the light had coalesced into a tangible form, gradually taking on the shape of an ancient, weathered tome.
My heart continued to hammer against my chest as the book materialized before us, its pages seemingly woven from the very essence of moonlight itself. It hung suspended in the air, its presence both ethereal and otherworldly, casting an otherworldly glow that painted the room in a mesmerizing, silvery light. As the book landed in my hands, I could see it very clearly. It had a big, rough leather cover with golden edge protectors that spoke of centuries of history and wisdom. The pages of the book were a silvery ethereal color, as if they were woven from moonlight itself. In the center of the cover, proudly emblazoned, was the clan crest—the symbol of our lineage.
With reverence, I ran my fingers over the leather cover and traced the intricate details of the crest.
"Morgan, may I see the book quickly?" Azazel asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
I handed the book over to him, and with the expertise of a seasoned scientist, he began to inspect it closely. His brows furrowed in concentration as he examined the pages, and he muttered to himself in contemplation.
"Huh, this is unexpected, this book seems to be a projection of the real one," Azazel remarked, his tone laced with intrigue. His words immediately captured my attention.
"A projection? How can you tell?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"You see," Azazel began, "this reeks of magical energy; something that instantly tells that something is not normal with the book, and for the lack of better words, you could say that it feels hollow. A mere copy."
He handed me the book, and then continued with a sense of urgency, "You might want to hurry, though, as a copy, with time, it will disappear."
With no time to waste, I eagerly delved into the book's pages, my fingers tracing over the silvery text. This was the clan's bestiary, a compendium of knowledge that contained everything the Venatores had encountered throughout its centuries of existence. It was a treasure trove of information on supernatural creatures, their strengths, weaknesses, and the methods to combat them. Ohhh man,I had a long lecture to look forward to.
Youkai Entry: Nekoshou
Classification: Cat Yuokai
Description:
The Nekoshou, also known as the "Cat Beast," is a captivating and beguiling youkai with strong feline characteristics. Different from their counterpart, Nekomata, Nekoshou are stronger and more attuned to the mystical art of Senjutsu and Youjutsu. These mystical creatures bore the looks of both humans and youkai beings, often possessing traits that make them stand out in the world of youkai. Nekoshou are renowned for their playful and sometimes mischievous nature, as well as their striking physical features, including cat-like ears, tails, and mesmerizing eyes.
Behavior:
Nekoshou are known for their capricious and unpredictable behavior, which can range from playful antics to subtle trickery. While they are generally considered to be benign, their behavior may change depending on their mood or circumstances. Nekoshou have an affinity for curiosity and often find themselves drawn to human settlements, where they may interact with residents in various ways. But beware for all their playfulness and mischief, when cornered they are very dangerous beings.
Physical Characteristics:
Cat-Like Ears: Nekoshou possess distinctive cat-like ears that often twitch or perk up when they are excited or curious.
Tails: They are characterized by their long, slender tails, which can be expressive and twitch independently.
Eyes: Nekoshou have captivating and sometimes hypnotic eyes that can vary in color. Their gaze is known for its intensity and ability to captivate onlookers.
Claws: Although they may appear human, Nekoshou possess retractable claws, which they use for a variety of purposes, including climbing and defense.
Abilities:
Nekoshou possess a unique set of supernatural abilities, which may include:
Enhanced Agility: They exhibit remarkable agility and reflexes, allowing them to perform incredible feats of acrobatics and speed.
Hypnotic Gaze: Some Nekoshou can induce a hypnotic trance in those who meet their gaze, making them susceptible to suggestions or falling into a deep slumber.
Shape-Shifting: In certain legends, Nekoshou are believed to have limited shape-shifting abilities, allowing them to take on human or cat forms at will.
Language: They may possess the ability to communicate with other cats or even understand and mimic human speech.
Encounter:
Encounters with Nekoshou often occur during moonlit nights, as they are believed to be most active during this time. They may be spotted near ancient shrines, abandoned buildings, or in rural areas with a strong connection to nature. Those who encounter Nekoshou are advised to treat them with respect and refrain from provoking or antagonizing them, as their reactions can be unpredictable.
Folklore and Beliefs:
In Japanese folklore, Nekoshou are often associated with good fortune and protection against evil spirits. It is customary to leave offerings of food or treats for Nekoshou, especially during festivals and celebrations, as they are believed to bring blessings and joy to those who honor them.
Protection and Respect:
According to the locals, to show respect and seek protection from Nekoshou, individuals can offer gifts of fresh fish, catnip, or other treats. Additionally, displaying images or charms of Nekoshou in one's home is thought to invite their protective presence and good luck.
Olivia V; Japan, Kyoto, 1545.
The book, as I delved deeper into its pages, proved to be the treasure trove I had been searching for—an entryway into the moonlit world and a repository of knowledge about the beings and people that inhabited it. The Venatores clan had meticulously documented their encounters with supernatural creatures, mystical beings, and otherworldly entities throughout the ages. Page after page, I discovered detailed descriptions of creatures that had once been nothing more than legends and myths to me. There were entries on powerful Youkai, enigmatic spirits, fearsome demons, and even the occasional entry on extraordinary humans who had crossed paths with the supernatural.
I marveled at the breadth of knowledge contained within the bestiary. Each entry provided insights into the nature of these entities, their abilities, and, most importantly, how to combat them. It was as if the Venatores had left me a guidebook to navigate the perilous terrain of the moonlit world.
Hell they even added an entry of Azazel even if it was incomplete.
Christian Religion Entry: Azazel
Classification: Fallen Angel and Leader of the Fallen Angels
Description:
Azazel, former angel of Heaven, fell to earth when he was tempted by unknown reasons. Very little is known of the man. His brilliant mind, and his skill and knowledge with sacred gears, is only a layer of his character. With the help of other powerful fallen angels they formed the group known as Grigori. Not much is known about him; proceed with caution.
Felix V; Spain, Barcelona. 1397.
A very incomplete entry if you ask me, I appreciate it though. Now that I think about it I coul just ask Azazel, hopefully he won't get mad. Well, at least not so angry.
"Hey Azazel," I said, my eyes leaving the book after who knows how long. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you fall out of heaven? The entry here says the reasons are unknown."
Azazel leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping thoughtfully against the armrest as he considered my question. A fleeting expression of surprise crossed his face at the mention of an entry about him, but it quickly gave way to his characteristic nonchalant demeanor.
"They have an entry about me?" he asked, his tone a mix of amusement and resignation. "No, scratch that, it doesn't surprise me at all, of course they have an entry."
Mostly talking to himself, he then turned towards me, his gaze meeting mine with a hint of curiosity. "Well, to answer your question, my young apprentice."
"I'm not your apprentice—"
But my protest fell on deaf ears as Azazel's countenance shifted abruptly. The playful glint in his eyes vanished, replaced by a rare seriousness that seemed to carry the weight of ages. His response, when it came, was unexpected, to say the least.
"The reason I fell was because of all the beautiful women in all the realms."
"..."
"..."
"Honestly, there could be worse reasons to fall," I finally managed to say, breaking the silence that had settled between us. "For some reason, women in the supernatural are extremely beautiful. Is there a reason behind that?"
Azazel's lips curled into a knowing smile, his gaze distant as if pondering the question. "If there's a reason, my friend, I will forever be grateful for it."
We both laughed, the tension dissipating like morning mist under the sun. It was evident that Azazel wouldn't divulge further into his reasons, and I understood that some secrets were meant to remain veiled. As I shared a laugh with Azazel, the atmosphere in the room seemed to shimmer with an unusual energy. I watched in awe as the bestiary I had been pouring over began to glow, its pages emitting a soft, ethereal light. Before my eyes, the book dissolved into a shower of lights and motes, its residual energy dispersing like snowflakes caught in a breeze. It was a mesmerizing sight, one that left me momentarily spellbound.
As the last traces of the book's magic dissipated, I realized that I had quite literally run out of time. I tore my gaze away from the fading lights and glanced out the window, where the sky was gradually darkening. Night was swiftly approaching, and I had lost track of time in my intense study.
Azazel, clad in his yukata, broke the silence with a casual observation. "Looks like night is approaching."
I nodded, a sense of urgency creeping in. "Are you going to investigate?"
I didn't hesitate in my response. "Of course. I can't just keep slacking off over some books. I'll start the investigation right away. But first, I need to go get my equipment and all."
Azazel gave me a nod of understanding. "Got it Morgan, Well then take care and keep me updated."
"Will talk to you later" I went straight to the hotel. After reaching the hotel I equipped myself with my leather green vest, strapped the belts, grabbed my sword, and hooked up the morning star. Everything was ready for tonight. As I didn't want to draw attention to myself and the things I carried, I wore a trench coat to cover myself.
My first destination for the night was the bustling Kuoh entertainment district. As I stepped into the heart of the district, the vibrant energy of the place enveloped him. The streets were illuminated with a dazzling array of neon lights, and the air was filled with the chatter and laughter of people seeking excitement and diversion.
As I moved through the streets, the neon lights of bars and clubs painted the surroundings with a seductive glow. Music spilled out from open doors, each venue competing to lure patrons with promises of unforgettable nights.
Outside a trendy nightclub, a bouncer stood guard, scrutinizing the attire of those waiting in line. Groups of friends, dressed in stylish and provocative outfits, chatted animatedly as we anticipated the thrill of the night ahead. Laughter and flirtatious banter filled the air, adding to the charged atmosphere.
Along the sidewalk, street vendors offered enticing concoctions in colorful cocktails and served exotic dishes from mobile stalls. The night had a certain allure, drawing me in as I sought both excitement and escape from the mundane.
Hotels with discreet entrances catered to those in search of more private encounters and intimate moments. Hmm maybe I should look more a higher view point, sneaking myself into an alleyway. Climbing the steps, I ascended the levels until I reached the rooftop, from there I'll have a better viewpoint over the district.
Arriving at the rooftop, I found myself standing at the edge of the building, overlooking the charming night view that stretched before me. The cityscape below was a dazzling scene of lights and colors, each one contributing to the vibrant mosaic of the district.
To the left, the neon signs of bars and clubs blazed like beacons of revelry, casting their alluring glow onto the streets. The music from these establishments intermingled with the city's ambient sounds, creating a symphony of rhythms that resonated through the night.
To the right, the bustling streets led to the heart of the district, where people moved with purpose and desire. Couples embraced in passionate kisses, their silhouettes illuminated by the radiance of the neon-lit signs. The aroma of street food wafted up to the rooftop, a tantalizing reminder of the culinary delights awaiting those below.
The night breeze brushed against my face, carrying with it a hint of excitement. It was a reminder of the beauty that existed in the midst of the chaos, a moment of serenity amidst the bustling energy of the entertainment district.
That's when I noticed. An odd sensation that pricked the back of my neck.
I could feel someone or something observing me. Their intentions are unclear. I turned around quickly, my senses on high alert, and saw nothing. Hurriedly I tried to find the source of the glare. I narrowed my eyes on the buildings. My eyes widened when I found it.
On the rooftop of a building across the street, I saw the unmistakable silhouette of a creature. It stood on two legs, resembling a human, but its features were far from ordinary. The creature possessed black feathered wings that stretched out majestically, a roughly masculine upper body that was adorned in flowing blue robes, and a white haori draped over its shoulders. In its grip, it held a naginata, a weapon that gleamed ominously in the dim light of the night.
But what caught my attention the most was its crow-like head, adorned with a sharp beak and piercing eyes that locked onto mine with an unwavering gaze.
"A tengu, just like the family bestiary described" I thought to myself. We locked eyes and held it for seconds that felt like minutes. Each one of us is waiting for the first move. Then in a flashing step, he turned and ran across the buildings.
"I won't let you get away!" I whispered fiercely to myself. Without a second thought, I launched myself into motion, following the rooftop path that mirrored the figure's escape route. The chase was on. As I pursued, the world around me became a thrilling obstacle course, each leap and bound a test of my agility and determination.
The figure ahead moved with a fluid grace, effortlessly vaulting over ventilation ducts and air conditioning units that jutted from the rooftops. I followed suit, my muscles responding with precision as I cleared each obstacle in my path.
A cluster of pigeons took flight, their wings flapping wildly as they scattered in every direction. I dodged through the flurry of feathers and continued my pursuit, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through me. I continued my pursuit with unwavering determination, leaping from one rooftop to the next. But as I kept running, a realization struck me—I was rapidly running out of buildings to leap to. The tengu I pursued still had more structures to navigate, giving them an advantage over me.
"Shit!" I cursed under my breath as the gap between us widened. With a sense of desperation, I scanned my surroundings for a solution. Then, I saw it—a flagpole from a nearby hotel, positioned perilously below me.
Without time to spare, I made a lightning-fast decision. I reached for the morning star, a versatile weapon that had been passed down through the generations of the Venatores clan. With practiced precision, I aimed the spiked ball end towards the flagpole.
Time seemed to slow as I released the morning star, and it whirled through the air, the chain extending and wrapping itself around the flagpole. My momentum carried me forward, and I found myself hurtling towards the flagpole with the force of my own gravity.
The wind rushed past me as I swung through the air, my heart pounding in my chest. The chain held firm, and with a skilled maneuver, I landed safely on the rooftop of the building across the street. Breathing heavily, I couldn't help but mutter, "That was a close one."
I pressed on, determined to catch up to the Tengu who hadn't gone too far ahead. With every step, I gained ground on him, the gap between us narrowing.
"Stop running away!" I shouted, my frustration boiling over. Of course, my words fell on deaf ears, and the chase showed no sign of ending.
But I had decided that enough was enough. With a swift, practiced move from my wrist, I cracked the morning star like a whip, sending it hurtling towards the Tengu. The spiked ball struck its target with precision, and the Tengu tumbled to the rooftop, unable to maintain his balance.
As I drew closer, I changed my pace to a jog and then came to a halt, panting heavily from the intense chase. My heart raced as I looked down at the Tengu, a coy grin tugging at the corners of my lips.
"Finally had enough?" I asked, my tone laced with a bit too much satisfaction. I expected to see signs of damage or wear and tear on the Tengu, but to my surprise, he got up with a nonchalant ease. His clothes were slightly torn and singed, but there was no immediate sign of injury.
The Tengu turned and faced me, his crow-like head slightly disturbing with those bushy eyebrows furrowing in my direction. His piercing eyes squinted as they locked onto my morning star, and then back at me. Something I didn't realize beforehand is that the tengu was missing one of its wings. That must be the reason he just didn't fly out of my reach. The tension in the air was palpable, and I braced myself for a possible confrontation.
"Are you an exorcist?" he asked in a deep baritone voice, his curiosity apparent. I kept my guard up, not showing any immediate reaction to his question.
"I'm not," I replied firmly, my voice unwavering. The Tengu's presence had raised too many questions, and I needed answers. "Why were you observing me? So creepy I might add"
He didn't answer me right away, continuing to study me with an unsettling intensity. It was as if he regarded me as a rare specimen. The silence stretched, and I grew increasingly irritated.
"I found it odd," he finally said, "for a human to be observing the city, as if searching for something. That, and your awareness of the moonlit world told me you're not normal. What are you looking for?"
The question hung in the air, and I weighed my response carefully. Revealing too much could be dangerous, but I needed to learn more about this enigmatic Tengu and his connection to the moonlit world.
"I have my reasons," I replied cryptically, my eyes never leaving his. "And I could ask you the same. What are you doing here in this place?"
"Why should I tell you, hunter?" He asked me with narrowed eyes. "And in case you forgot, you just attacked me out of nowhere"
He has a point there. "First, you were watching me like a creep in the middle of the night, for all I knew you could have been planning something nefarious." I continued, "Second, you took the hit like a champ, congrats." I said with a hint of mockery in my voice.
His deadpan response caught me off guard. "Well, it wasn't a particularly strong attack" I could feel a vein pop in my forehead. I know Youkai are somewhat weak to the holy element, its effects vary depending on the species; Even though it was a weak attack with disarming purposes, he still shrugged off my attack. Also, the fact that he also said it with a completely straight face didn't help either.
I exhaled loudly through my nose. Ignoring his jab I continued. "And lastly, well, you could say I'm on a job right now. I've been tasked with finding a possible Youkai conspiracy in devil territory. I'm sure that you can understand what can happen if things go south."
His eyes widened slightly at my news, and the ghost of a smile appeared on his face, clearly amused about something. "Talk about fate…" He said in a hushed voice
"I'm searching for a Man that goes by the name of Kaito, an Oni youkai. I believe this is also the man you're looking for, " The Tengu responded. "Information from higher ups says that Kaito and his followers have been classified as "Rouge" and there's orders to capture him alive"
"Well, would you look at that? Fate has some odd ways of operating…" I said in a low voice, I still had some reservations towards the Tengu, a lot of supernatural creatures dislike, if not hate, humans or look down upon us. If the Tengu proves to be someone like that, I feel that we might have a problem in our hands.
"What's your name, Hunter?" He asked me and then he reached out with his hand, in a greeting fashion. "My name is Haruki, I work for the west Youkai Faction" His friendliness weird me a bit. It may be the fact that he looks very inhuman that keeps me on my toes, but I couldn't feel any threats regarding the Tengu. So with a bit of a subdued smile, I greeted in fashion.
"My name is Morgan." I said, shaking his hand in response. "And currently I'm doing a Job for a Fallen angel friend of mine." As I mentioned the Fallen Angel, I noticed a hint of suspicion in Haruki's eyes.
"Just Morgan?"
"Just Morgan" I could almost feel his glare as if trying to unravel all my secrets with only his eyes. Then he continued. "Do you work for Grigori?" He asked with suspicions evident in his voice.
"No, I am just doing some odd jobs for him, it's a part of a magician contract we have between him and I" I explained to him. I saw how his shoulders untensed, and planted the Naginata on the ground, finally in a relaxing manner.
"I wouldn't call this an "Odd Job", if I may say so" Haruki said with his bushy brows raised, as if questioning me.
"Right? That's what I said, but of course the smug bastard didn't care"
"I have a proposition for you, Morgan," Haruki said, his voice carrying a note of seriousness. "We have a shared interest in the capture of Kaito the Oni, so I propose an alliance for the duration of the job. Do you accept it?"
I didn't hesitate for long. The offer was too good to pass up. Having someone to watch my back in this perilous task would be godsend. Plus, I was going in blind, with no clues to Kaito's whereabouts. Hopefully Haruki might hold the key to our success.
"Of course, I see no reason to decline," I replied, nodding in agreement. "Just by chance, do you have any clues about where Kaito might be? Because I've been going blind for a while now. And I'm getting really tired of it."
An amused smile tugged at Haruki's lips. "Yes, I believe they are hiding in the local shrine near the forest."
"Got it then," I said, turning to make my way to the fire stairs. "Let's not waste any more time."
I moved with Haruki through the dense forest, our footsteps barely making a sound on the forest floor. Our hunt for Kaito, had led us to this mysterious shrine hidden deep within the woods. The moonlight filtered through the thick canopy, casting eerie shadows that played tricks on my eyes.
We navigated the winding forest paths with caution, our senses heightened to catch any subtle signs of movement or disturbance. The night air was cool and carried the earthy scent of the woods. I really liked that smell. My hand rested on the hilt of my morning star, ready for any potential threats that might emerge from the darkness.
"Keep an eye out, Morgan," Haruki whispered, his voice barely audible. "We're getting close."
I nodded in response, my gaze scanning the surroundings for any clues that would lead us to the hidden shrine. The forest seemed to stretch endlessly, its secrets hidden beneath a shroud of darkness. We pressed on, drawn by a subtle change in the atmosphere and a faint, ethereal glow in the distance.
As we approached the source of the ethereal glow, the shrine gradually took shape before us. Nestled within the heart of the forest, it was a serene and enigmatic sight.
The shrine's wooden architecture was weathered and aged, bearing the marks of time and the elements. Its peaked roof sloped gracefully, and its walls were adorned with intricate carvings of Youkai and supernatural creatures from Japanese folklore. The wooden beams and pillars were adorned with fading red and gold paint, giving the shrine a mystical aura.
Tall, centuries-old trees encircled the shrine, their branches forming a protective canopy overhead. Moss-covered stone lanterns lined the path leading to the shrine, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows in the moonlight.
A stone torii gate marked the entrance to the shrine, its weathered surface a testament to its age. Beyond the gate, a stone-paved pathway led to the main hall of the shrine. The path was lined with statues of guardian spirits and Youkai, their features serene yet imposing.
At the heart of the shrine stood the main hall, its wooden doors partially ajar. Soft candlelight spilled from within, illuminating the interior with a warm, inviting glow. The scent of incense hung in the air, carrying with it a sense of ancient reverence. I could hear some faint murmurs, but nothing too clear. I see some youkai guards at the entrance.
I turned toward Haruki, the bare bones of a plan forming in my mind. "See those guards over there?" I whispered, gesturing subtly to a pair of guards stationed near the shrine entrance. "I'll take out the right one, and you do the same with the left." Haruki gave a silent nod, his crow-like eyes gleaming with determination.
I began to climb the trees, using the branches to gain a better vantage point and positioning myself just below the guard on the right. My heart raced with anticipation as I carefully selected my perch. Haruki, hidden among the nearby bushes, remained ready for the perfect moment to strike.
When Haruki signaled that he was in position, I made my move. With stealth and precision, I let myself fall from the tree, landing softly on the guard's shoulders. In one swift motion, I delivered a powerful blow to the back of his head, rendering him unconscious. Yuokai were known for their resilience, so I had no concerns about causing lasting harm.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Haruki acted just as swiftly. He tackled the guard on the left, his supernatural strength ensuring a rapid incapacitation. The guard crumpled to the ground, his consciousness fading fast.
Stepping into the shrine itself, the shrine's ambiance was defined by soft, ambient illumination, where rows of flickering candles and gently swaying oil lamps cast warm, dancing shadows that wove tales of time across the wooden surfaces. It was as though the very walls whispered secrets of centuries past.
The scent of incense, a harmonious blend of earthy and aromatic fragrances, permeated the air, clinging to their clothes and filling their lungs. It was a scent that had accompanied countless rituals and prayers, an olfactory reminder of the sacredness that dwelled within these hallowed walls. I could start to hear a more clear conversion in another room.
I silently signaled to Haruki of the conversion up ahead. When I got closer to the room I could understand what they were saying.
"The presence of the Devils in Kuoh must be removed." Declared a rather young hearing male voice. The voice filled with conviction, borderline fervor. I couldn't figure out the age of the person based only on the voice. "The Devils don't have any rights to proclaim Japanese soil as their property!"
In response, a deeper voice chimed in with a rougher timbre. "You are correct, Kaito-dono," it acknowledged. "Once we eliminate both the Gremory and Sitri heiresses, Kuoh will return to being a part of our homeland."
The conversation continued, marked by growing frustration and impatience. "Yes, you are correct," agreed another voice, carrying the weight of exasperation. "I still can't fathom why the higher-ups fail to recognize this golden opportunity. If they refuse to acknowledge it, then I'll ensure they see the truth."
"But first," Started Kaito with a chilling edge to his voice. "Let's get rid of the pests around here, shall we?"
My blood ran cold, a frigid chill settling into my bones as I exchanged a glance with Haruki, who wore the same expression of dread. In mere seconds, the temperature within the shrine began to rise ominously. It was as if the very walls around us were heating up, warning us of impending danger.
With a surge of fear-fueled adrenaline, I bolted out of the shrine alongside Haruki, the ground trembling beneath our hastened steps. It was then that the wall against which I had taken cover erupted into a violent explosion of rocks and fire, showering the area with debris. We were both tumbled to the ground but swiftly regained our footing, bracing ourselves for the inevitable confrontation with Kaito.
From the midst of the raging fire and smoke emerged three formidable figures. The first was a brown-skinned, hulking behemoth of a man, muscles bulging as if poised to rend us apart with bare fists. At his side stood a striking woman with cerulean hair, her kimono clinging tightly to her slender figure, its fabric accentuating her grace and allure. Lastly, a youth with blonde, almost golden locks, clad in pristine white robes cinched by a black obi belt, his arms exposed to reveal the underlying strength beneath his youthful exterior.
"What do we have here?" The young man in white inquired, his sharp gaze sweeping across the surroundings before settling on us. "Haruki the Tengu, a close ally to the higher ups themselves, acting like a dog. I should be flattered that someone of your caliber was dispatched to capture me." He shifted his attention to me, his scrutinizing gaze unsettling. "And who might you be? A magician, perhaps? No, you don't strike me as a magician... An exorcist? You certainly don't fit the mold."
I drew my sword, a simple yet formidable blade with a double edge, its black grip adorned with intricate golden accents. My voice dripped with menace as I leveled a threatening ultimatum. "Can it brat, just drop this nonsense and come with us before you get real hurt."
"Brat? How old do you think I am?
"Don't know, don't care. You'll just probably tell me you are hundreds of years old or some bullshit like that."
Kaito responded with an amused smirk, seemingly unfazed by my confrontational tone. "Well now, you've got quite the mouth on you," he retorted, his eyes gleaming with an enigmatic twinkle. We were on a standoff, waiting for each other to make a move.
"Hiroshi, Yuko, go for Haruki; I'll take care of the human." He said with a confident smile on his face. Tch. cheeky brat, I'll show him. The two other youkai acknowledged the order, and immediately rushed towards the Tengu. Haruki raised two fingers, pointing at the sky, and proclaimed loudly.
"クローン技術! (Kuron Gijutsu!)"
And out of his shadow, another form began to form. With a vaguely human form, the figure began to form its body from the legs, then the torso and finally the head. All of this happened in the blink of an eye. My eyes widened, at the sight; By Haruki's side, was another him, as if he had splitted himself. His clone, mirroring every move, readied his Naginata and prepared for the fight. I should probably do the same.
Kaito, with that infuriatingly smug expression still plastered across his face, advanced toward me with measured steps. However, as he continued to approach, I noticed intermittent flashes of light beginning to dance around his form. These flashes steadily intensified, growing into a consistent aura that enveloped him.
I see it now, lighting was cracking around his body, so that means he's an Elemental Oni; the bestiary mentioned them. My grip on my sword tightened. The energy coalesced into his palm, taking the shape of a formidable club known as a Kanabo. This Kanabo was a menacing sight to behold, with a spiked head and a grip wrapped in crimson cloth. The weapon crackled with raw, destructive power.
Without hesitation, I rushed toward Kaito, my sword at the ready. Our weapons collided with a thunderous crash, and electricity danced and crackled around us. Despite the overwhelming might of the Elemental Oni, I refused to back down.
Kaito's voice taunted me as we clashed. "Hoh? You are certainly stronger than you look."
In a dance of blades, we continued clashing. I quickly realized that I wouldn't be able to just overpower the Oni, he's way stronger than I am, but I'm agile. I needed to rely on my agility and precision. With each clash of our weapons, I began to weave a dance of intricate swordplay, my movements fluid and deliberate.
I feinted left and then lunged right, narrowly avoiding Kaito's electrified strikes. With lightning reflexes, I sidestepped his powerful swings, using the momentum of his attacks against him. When he's about to land an attack I rolled out of the way. My sword darted out, seeking his weak spots: Neck, knees, throat, face, thighs.
Kaito, for all his elemental strength, was finding it difficult to keep up with my agile maneuvers. I exploited every opening I could, striking with calculated precision. Our battle became a symphony of steel, each clash of our weapons a note in the intricate choreography of combat. Small but precise cuts started to appear on his body.
"You bastard!" He raised his Kanabo with both of his arms. The lighting crackled way more violently than before. If that hitted me I would surely be dead. With all his might he swung the club with every ounce of his strength and smashed the ground. The stone floor exploded with lighting and tones flying everywhere. I managed to avoid an early death, but certainly not unharmed. Rocks hitted me in some parts of my body, a particularly big one on my head; and I could feel some lighting burning wounds on my frame, courtesy of the lighting. My overcoat, a mess of burned cloth.
Compared to Kaito, I am fragile, my mortal body unable to match his supernatural might. The evidence of my vulnerability became increasingly apparent as the battle raged on. Blood trickled from wounds on my head, and painful bruises began to form on various parts of my body. My fatigue was catching up with me, and every blow I took seemed to sap my strength further.
A pained groan escaped my lips as I staggered backward. I couldn't help but feel the weight of my own limitations in the face of Kaito's overwhelming power.
"You certainly are annoying to fight against," Kaito declared, a mix of frustration and satisfaction evident in his voice.
As the smoke and debris from our intense clash began to clear, I saw Kaito standing confidently with his Kanabo resting over his shoulder. It was then that I realized I had dropped my sword during the melee. It now lay just beyond Kaito's sandaled feet. With a swift and disdainful kick, he sent my weapon skidding away, leaving me disarmed.
My frustration grew with every passing second. Kaito's actions and his relentless assault were pissing me off.
"Morgan! Are you alright?!" I heard Haruki's worried voice calling out to me. Even while still fighting those two.
Summoning my resolve, I replied to Haruki with a determined tone, "Haruki, I hope your boss doesn't mind if the Oni is a little roughed up" There was no room for games now. It was all or nothing, and I was prepared to give it my all.
Standing up, I ripped my overcoat. A grabbed the hilt of the morning star and swift move from my arm, I cracked it thundersley, signaling him that I was far from over. I could feel Haruki´s eyes on my vests back; Where the Venatores Crest proudly rested.
As I stood there, battered and bruised, I knew that giving up was not an option. My determination flared, and I locked eyes with Kaito.
"Think you've won, brat?" I spat out, my voice tinged with defiance. "Not a chance."
With a powerful swing, I sent the morning star hurtling through the air like a lightning bolt. The enchanted weapon extended to its full length, a flexible chain connecting its spiked head to my hand.
Releasing the whip, and with a series of spins, I recalled the morning star back to my position, and sent it back again, where a powerful blow landed on his chest with a loud crack.
Kaito lay on the ground, defeated but not broken. He gazed up at me, the smugness gone from his face, replaced by a begrudging respect.
"Who the hell are you?" he muttered, struggling to catch his breath.
Without lowering the morning star, I breathed heavily. "Don't underestimate a human," I replied, with narrow eyes. I pointed a hand at him, and magic circles started to appear on my hands.
"W-Wait!"
Out of the magic circle, a storm of holy fire erupted from the circle and completely engulfed him. But Just as quickly as I released it I extinguished the fire with a shake from my hand. I hadn't burned him alive or anything of the sort. I did burn him, yes, but only for him to pass out. From its wounds? From fear? Honestly, who cares. With a job well done I dusted dirt out of my hands. Exhaling loudly I forced myself to relax.
"So, Morgan Venatores huh?" I heard Haruki call out from behind. By now he had already finished his fight. He only received a couple of hits, but nothing too harmful by the looks of it. Seriously, how strong is Haruki?
"You don't sound surprised." I answered him.
"I had my suspicions when we met. Your ability with the whip is a very rare skill these days. The Venatores crest on your back is just the icing of the cake." He paused before continuing. "I thought the Venatores died out centuries ago, how come you're still alive?"
"We went into hiding, living in the shadows. And only operating when we could. Victor, my mentor, took me in when I was young, and he at the time, was the last Venatores. Now, is only me"
Haruki nodded, his expression filled with sympathy. "You've shouldered a heavy burden, Morgan. My condolences for your clan's fate."
As we stood there, a short but not uncomfortable silence fell between us. It was a moment to catch our breath and reflect on the intense battle we had just endured. In that quiet moment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Haruki, knowing that we shared a common purpose in our quest to protect humanity from the dangers of the moonlit world.
Then, Haruki broke the silence, his voice carrying a hint of respect and understanding. "I'll be taking the group and Kaito to the Youkai jurisdiction. Is that alright with you?"
I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, they're all yours."
"Alright, then. I'll take my leave. Take care, Morgan Venatores," Haruki said with a nod and a small, appreciative smile.
"You too, Haruki. See you around," I replied, returning the smile.
With that, Haruki gathered Kaito and his companions, and in a burst of magic, they disappeared in a flashy magic circle, leaving me alone in the middle of the shrine. The beautiful moonlight shone upon me, illuminating the surrounding forest. It was a serene view, but I quickly realized that I might be lost in the forest.
"Shit," I muttered, realizing that finding my way back might prove to be a challenge.
Haruki POV
Arriving at the Youkai west faction palace, I was greeted by the imposing figures of the guardsmen stationed at the entrance. Their armor glistened in the pale moonlight, and their expressions were stern, as befitted the protectors of such a formidable stronghold.
With a respectful bow, I greeted the guards, offering a polite nod to each one. They recognized me as a trusted messenger and allowed me to pass without hesitation. Behind me, Kaito and his companions were escorted away by the guards, their hands bound, destined for the prison dungeon where they would be held until further notice.
As I entered the palace, the grandeur of the palace became apparent. Opulent tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of legendary battles and mythical creatures. Intricately carved wooden columns rose high overhead, supporting the weight of the structure. Torches cast a warm, flickering light that danced across the marble floors.
I made my way through the labyrinthine corridors, eventually arriving at my destination. The doors creaked open, revealing a room bathed in dim candlelight. In the middle of the room was a very beautiful and voluptuous woman sitting in a seiza position, reading some documents on a very decorated desk. Her hair was a pale blonde tone, accompanied with a pair of fox ears on her head. Nine fluffy fox tails adorning her back. She wore a loosely fit yellow kimono with black accents and a red belt on her waist. She wore golden eyes, and her face displaying the grace of a queen.
"Haruki, you're back. Did everything go well?" Yasaka inquired with a hint of concern in his voice as she looked up from the table, her eyes fixed on me.
I nodded respectfully and replied, "Yasaka-sama. Yes, everything went well. Kaito and his companion are now in a cell as we speak. They won't be causing any trouble for a while."
Yasaka leaned back in her ornate chair, his gaze still fixed on me. "That is good to hear," she said, a sense of relief evident in his tone. "Kaito has been a thorn in our side for far too long. His capture will undoubtedly bring some peace to our faction."
I bowed slightly, acknowledging his gratitude. "It was my duty, Yasaka-sama. I am glad I could be of service."
Yasaka´s eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded me, and then she added, "Haruki, you have always been loyal and capable. Your dedication to our cause does not go unnoticed. You have my gratitude."
"Thank you for your kind words, Yasaka-sama. But there was an unexpected event in the capture of Kaido," I began.
Yasaka's interest was immediately piqued, and she leaned forward, her eyes fixed on me. "Oh, what is it?" she asked.
With a measured breath, I continued, "I encountered a Venatores in the area."
The chamber seemed to hold its collective breath as Yasaka´s eyes widened in shock. Then, turning back to me, Yasaka-sama asked in a hushed voice, "What?"
I nodded solemnly. "Yes, Yasaka-sama. A young man by the name of Morgan Venatores, age-wise, in his early twenties. Surprisingly, he was also hunting Kaito. I proposed an alliance with him for Kaito's capture."
Yasaka couldn't hide the shock on her face. "I thought the Venatores were wiped out centuries ago," she murmured, her brow furrowing in deep thought. "This is world-changing news." If a Venatores is still running around, this could mean the change of normality in the moonlit world. A new predator is in the area, one that the world thought went extinct many years ago.