RWBY Noir Chapter 62: Der Tesufel Frisst Fliegen Ch4, a Cthulhu Mythos + RWBY Crossover fanfic

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Please take the translations with ã̶̡̱͉̜͇͔͎͕̳͚̖͙̘̏͗̉͐͂̑̐͌̅ ̳́̉̋̋͆͗͋͒́̓̀̆̔̑͐g̡̡͇̗͉͍̯̩͕̳ͅṙ̶̡̧͉̭͓͈̲̰͚̹̭̘̜͐́̋͂̀͊̎̑̒̆̕͠͠ȁ̶̡̠̱̖͑̚͜i̴̧̗̦̦̘͎̖̲̣͓͒͋͑̕n̦̘̜͕̼͕̣ ̴̢͍͚̬̲̩̼̮̩̜͐͒̄̔ͅǫ̶̼̣͔̩̖͎͉̼̲̥̔̅̈́̉̐̈́̕f̴̨̜̟̥̙̤̝͖̞̝̲͔͈̱͐̽̑̈̍̕̚ ̶̢̬͔̠͂s̶̡̛̛̘̬̙̯͎̠͇̰̬͎͋̂͂̀́͑̆́̓̕͘͠ͅa̷̹̥̠͖͇͍̞̭̰̰̍̔͆͘͠ͅl̵̨̩̖̖̤͔̩̟̐̐͐̈́̽̚t̷̛͇̫͇͗̓̐̀̍̒̐̍͝,̴̢̤̪̯͍͉́ ̴̨̣͎̺̖̘̈́̎̍̆̂̓̋̉̓̍̿̿̾̒̈́G̵̢̡̜̪̩̠͕̜̒̃̄͆̒̿͌͒́̇̑̒͒̌͝e̶͔̣̖̝̩̲͔͍̞̘̖̊͊̉̉̊̈́̒̑͋̓̉͠ŗ̶̡̛̬͇̭͚̯͓̲̺̥͖̻͂̃̄̐̽̾́̒̇̑́͝͝͝m̷̡̲̩̞̰͕̜̜̃à̷̜͓̪͂̇̾̚͘ň̶̘̭̮̱͍͖͎͙̤͈̖͊̒ ̦̹̭̩̣͎̜̬̭̰̟̗i̶̜̪̻̯̩̘̜̜͔̯̍̏̍̔͘s̶̢̻̯̜̦͍̀͆̈́̂̓̒n̴̨͖̰͕̰͎̥͍̯̼̬͈̦͊͜͠ͅ'̴̧̨̡̫̯̠̜͈̩̬̲͕̾̀͑̇͂̈́͑̈̌̈́̃̂͝ͅţ̶̢̨͉͚̯͈̼̠̳̱̬̼͐̿̊̇̆ ̶̛͇̪̞̰͚͍̮̫̗͋́̍̿͛̆̊̎͆̎͘ͅm̧̡̯͈̣̠̺͙͓̥͍͚̂̍̃̿͂̓̉̈́̔̾̂͐̌y̶̧͓͕̟̤͂̅̎ ̶̛͖̝͖̲͖̣̖͎̱̤̩͔̏́͗̓͐͑͋̈́̏̏̾̒̚ḟ̵̡̣̩̭͓́̓͆̊͠i̵̡͎̮̘̺̮̦̜̩͖̿̊͊̽̊̑̾̅͆̇̂͜͝ȓ̵̡̬͚̤̹̞̰͕̥̲̰̹̱̺͍͝s̷͇̱̠̭̯͕̲̖̦͚͉̋̌́͠ͅt̵̘̘̻̤̫̖̣͇̬͙͂̐̏̕͘͘͠͠͝ ̷͕̘̺̱̮̖̹̩̟͚̝̞̦̠̐̃̈́̂ͅl̶̹͎̜̪̹̟̟͛́͌̒̾̚a̷̡̝̪͚̐̀̑̈́͗̃̈́̆͠n̷̨̓́̍̌̐̿̈́̈̊͛͛̏̚͝g̷̱̩̜̥̩̬̫̑̈̈́̓͛̓͑͌͠͝ͅu̴̢͚̗̖̽͜ą̗̙͈͖͍͙̟͎̞̱̈͗̓́g̡͎̜̳̝͉͙̯̤̋̽͐̏̅͐̍̃͆͜͝͝͠ê̶̩̪͈̞͙͖̙̗̦̩̭̫͍ͅ ̶̢̝̀́̀̎̋͝ä̶̻̠̯̟͊́̄̎͐͋͠ͅn̵̡̯͚͉̼̦̘̩̲̲̎̉̔̌̉͑̌̌̉̃͌͜͝ḏ̷̘͈̼̗̜͎̫͈̜̝͕͓̪̀͜ ̵̙͙̯̯͇̦̓̌̑̈́͆͋̚B̶̨̼́̉͆̂̄̾̾̄͌l̷͇̟̻̰͘a̳k̶̟̳̬̂̽̌̈́͐ê̦͎͊͆́̿́͊̈́͗̂̍͘͝͠ ̴͈̝͕̇̃̈̀̀h̶̡̡̨̡̦̤̯̼̝̜͍͎̼̃a̴̧̗̤͈̬͎̥̹͚̗͍̠̭͌͗̏͊̑͌͝ş̯̣̬̌̓̈́͛̽́ͅ ̶̧͍̯̖̑͒̃̊̃͘͠y̷̨̘̒̐̌͐̈́̄̊̅̒̓̕͝e̶͔̒̓́̽̀̎̉̑͂̎͂͑̏̚t̴̢̡͍̼̫̖̹̬͂́͋͑̒͑̃̀͠ ̴̢̭̙̟͇̠̼͓̯͕̫͈͆̔̋̓̓͆͐̀͝ţ̴̳̪͍̱̥̇̾̈o̷̲̪̥͓̫̤̳̥̲͍̙̍̀͐̅̃͛͋̓̇͘̕͝ ̶̧̞͙̭͓̟̳͗̀̾̈́̃̇͛̕͠ͅle̵͓̹̳͙̖͌͌̈́̓͌ả͕͈͓̖͉̠̤r̵̨̪̩̺̹̯̪̼̤̬͍͙͈̃̓̈́̒̑͋́͘̚n̴̖̭͇͈̞̥̝͍͙̱͓͇̞͌͊͜͜ ͇ḩ̶͙̻̫̥͕̠̦̖̥̖̌͌̈́̆̎̃͌̍͊̿̚͘͘o̷͉̩̮͈̔̒̈́̓̓w̷̢̡̡̲͕̟̼̙̱̭̟̭̜̥̐̈͗̃̒̔͐̾̇́̾̃͛͘͠ ̷͍̦̬̠̑̎t̶̡̙̣͈̺̤͕̼͎̖͓̉̈͛̌͒̇́̀͛̕̚̕͘ò̶̻̪͇̟̳̹̫̹̥̈́̐̃́̌̈̕ ̶̛͚̭̤̙͈̦̱̅͗́̈́͛̀̐̃̎̈́̅̚͜͠s̴̙̜͇͔̱̭̹̄̉̈́̇̀̐̓̇͛͑̑͘͜p̵̨̢̮͚͇̜̞̜̿̏̀͆̋̈́̌ē̵͈̽̑͑̋͒͗̒̓̎͂͋͊̔à̵͚̭̥̻̤͙͈͉̃́͒̊̕ͅk̴̢̲̺̳͕͂̏͌̀̓̿̊ ̴̝̭̰̀̑ͅi̵̧̜̱̼̬̰͔̜̊͂̒̅̏͆̊̐͛́͝ͅṭ̴͈͙͖̣̙̪̠̭̝̘͚̗̄̑̓͜ ̴̠̋̄̚f̶̢̗̪̼̱͔̹͚̝̻̬̼̺͛̃̆͂̉̄͊̒̒̽͋̚l̷̛̮͎̘̈́̄̎͛͠͝ȕ̴̢̧̬̩̟̝̖̤̗̗͌̒ͅe̴̻̘̾̿́͊̓̾̄̊͛̚͝n̴̢̛̥̓́̊̉͊̽̒̄͠t̵̗͐̾͗̂l̵̛̳͌͂̏̓̈́͑̽̾̈́̕͠y̦͙̰̪̝̳̠̘̌͛̐͗͠.̷̢̻̖͓͖͈̺̭̰͉͙̪̫͛̎͛̔̈̾̽

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3̷̢̙̭̣͖̃̊̂̈́͆͒̆̽̉͗͝r̵̭͍̬̥͎̿̍͝͝d͇̬ ̧̜̲̈̈̂͂̽̔̋̈́̚P̧̳̖̣̹̪Ơ̴̥͍̪̦̈́̀͒̆͆̅͒̆̚V̴̧͕̠̹͚̞̦̜̘͔̘͇͐

Entering the Charlottenburg Hotel the five exits the personal elevator to find the place in a state of panic. Multiple White Russians and German nationalist rushing about, screaming at each other, into telephones, and at themselfs as they rushed about in a frenzy. Moving through the mob they eventually found Prince Gabriel Constantinovich, arguing with Baron Kleist about something. Approaching him Detective Hooker was about to ask how they managed to loose the grand duchess when FEB beat him to the draw.

"What do you mean you lost the princess?" FEB asked a bit shock and surprise that these devoted Russian ass kissers lost technically their dead boss's kid.

"Aw, velikiy p'yanyy shotlandets." Prince Gabriel Constantinovich groans in Russian before turning to Detective Hooker. "When I asked you to come here, I didn't mean bring every stray drunk off the side of the road!"

Before FEB could retort, Ren spoke up. "Khvatit tratit' vremya i otvetil na yego vopros. Kak ty mog dopustit' takoye?!" (Quit wasting your time and answered his question. How would you have let this happen?!)

Taken a bit back by the fact that Ren could speak Russian, Prince Gabriel Constantinovich relents and explains himself. "We kept the royal Dutchess under strict guard. Nobody in or out with our say so. The little bird must have gotten spooked by the whole ordeal… ran away. We must find her before any of those communist filth or this butcher find her."

"Uh huh, and wouldn't sending a whole battalion of whites to find her scare her off again?" FEB said rhetorically as he points to the few Russians rushing to arm themselves.

"You English men in dresses have no idea what the reds are capable." Baron Kleist spoke up. "I was part of Bermontians during the Russian Revolution, I know fully what is to become of royal prisoners."

"Call me an Englishman again and you'll find out why us Scotts carried our limey brothers in the war… German." FEB threatened with an dead serious tone that emphasize his accent. Before this could break out into a brawl, Olof Steps in between the two.

"Enough, this isn't the great war. We will help but please let's use our minds to think of where she could of gone, instead of creative insults at one another." Olof said interjecting. The two men stared each other down for a few moments before relenting to Olof request. Now settle down, Olof begins to speak. "Right, so where she could have gone? If I remember correctly from my few visit's to Saint Petersburg, Anastasia was half German on her mother side. Does she have any relatives? Or her interest have her seek out any place that reminds her of home?"

"No, no relatives… but she did love animals… and the Berlin Zoon is down the street." Prince Gabriel Constantinovich said with a smile as he didn't even think of that.

"Then we will go, It's close so it might be easier to find her if she is hiding." Blake wrote before showing it to the group.

"Ja, at once." Baron Kleist said with a nod before turning to his men. He called out to a few men before gathering them. As they quickly got together, Blake spotted a few among them that were familiar. The one who started that brawl with the riding crop, he and his cronies were here though why are they helping to find a Russian princess? It was a strange thing to see these ultra nationalist assisting a foreign monarchy but for now they need to find the princess.

Thirty minutes of shouting and running, Baron Kleist and Prince Gabriel Constantinovich gathered a handful of trusted soldiers before heading to the elevator with the five. Without a car they managed to get to the gates of the Berlin Zoo within twenty minutes sprint. The place was closed but that didn't stop them from breaking in. It was still fairly light out despite nearly 8. So, they didn't need any flashlights to search the vast zoo. However, the size made it impossible for everyone to stay together, so they were forced to split up. Blake went with Olof, and FEB, Detective Hooker went off Baron Kleist's and Prince Gabriel Constantinovich, and Ren was stuck with one of the White Russians and the young The Organization Consul member that FEB had socked two days ago for his beer. This arrangement was not exactly to Ren liking, specially with those comments about him by the nationalist. But he had some pressing matters to worry about than the bigotry of a German nationalist. Splitting off the groups of five begin to search. The place was tranquil island in the bustling metropolis. Looking around the various groups had their own problems while looking. For Ren it was how the multiple animals in their enclosures looked. Reminded him of Nora and how she would have enjoyed being. Though he had to put those thoughts aside especially when passing by the Sloth enclosure. On the other end of the park, Blake's group, she seemed distracted, running into migraines as an urge to ignore her partners and head off to the end of the park. And then there was Hooker's group. Despite looking everywhere, his mind fixated more so on the princess then that of those who had sworn to uphold her protection. After sweeping through the park none of the groups could not find head or tail of her till upon chance Hooker spotted something, a flicker of a shadow in a large glass house with Egyptian decor.

"There!" Detective Hooker calls out. "I saw her, she's in the Ostrich house!" Detective Hooker calls out as he points to inside the house. He rushes to the door as the other's quickly followed up behind him. He tried to open the door, he was disappointed to find it locked. "Of course this is locked. Ren, can you pull a Houdini on these doors?"

"I think it would be easier to go in through the back." Ren said, truth was this lock is a bit more secure than a simple lock.

"Fine, I'll take you, the Russian, and the German kid. The rest stay here and try and get the door open."

"I have friend who worked here. Told me where the keys are." Prince Gabriel Constantinovich said before turning to one of the German Organization Consul members. "Tun Sie, was der Amerikaner vorschlägt. Finden Sie die Schlüssel im Büro der Verwaltung. Sie sollten sich unter dem Schreibtisch auf der rechten Seite befinden. Erwin, Resnov, geh mit dem Detektiv und dem Jungen." (Do what the American suggest. Find the keys in the Administrations office, should be under the desk on the right. Erwin, Resnov, go with the Detective and boy.)

"Muss ich mit dem verdammten Fidschide zusammenarbeiten und der Yankee nichts tun?" (Do I have to work with the damn Fidschide and not do anything to the Yankee?) The German groaned.

"Verstaue es, Kraut. Wir haben dringende Probleme." (Stow it Kraut. We got pressing issues.) Hooker snapped as he brushes by the boy and heads towards the back. The boy rolled his eyes before purposely brushing up against Ren, hissing about it being the day he worked with a Fidschide.

Ren rolled his eyes again. He was aware of how Faunas were treated home but it's more of a disappointment on how humanity found ways to discriminate on the most meager of things. Following after the three the rest struggled to open the damn door. Arriving at the back they found that the door was thankfully unlocked. Entering inside the place was built to look like some elaborate Egyptian Nile riverside esthetic. Multiple birds, from Africa was housed inside, all giving off all manners of squawks and calls, announcing their entrance. Slowly making their way in Hooker looks around as he calls out to the princess, when they spot her.

"Anastasia!" Hooker called out to her. Not realizing how loud he was, she was spooked, turning to see four men she quickly bolts in panic. "Anastasia wait!"

Hooker races towards her with Resnov running beside him before suddenly the White Russian pushed him to the side nearly over into a cage housing a few Cassowary's. Quickly pulling himself up, Hooker was about to bite that Rusians head off when suddenly he was hit by a putrid smell that can only be described as rotting meat. Resnov begins to speak in a multitone voice, a voice the two were all to familiar.

"Ŝ̶̡̺͍̬̀̈́̽̒̈́̀̊͐̄͐͐͐̚͠i̵̡̢̨̺̥̺̍͗̽̓͊̆̈̍̍̏̃̏͛͜͜͝ͅę̵̦̹̼̞̦̯͉͕̆̋̍̀͂̈́̐ ̷̡̞̥̖̇̊i̴̧̛̛̫̺̝͙̩̦̰͚͕̟͎̩̦̺͋́͂͊s̢̮͇̬̃͊̔t̴̛̫̪̍̈͐̓̓̊̓̋̕ ̢̧̦̥̰̺͈̣̗̫̭͉̮̲̥̆̃́̓̈́̇̋͗̕m̵̠̆́̊͒́̔̈́̽̈̅̆͠eì͔̤͖͕͂n̷̤̥̲̘͑͌̏̃̔͂͋̏!̶̧̨͓̱͖͍̱̘̪̺̣̩̭̈͐̀̾̑͂ͅ " The voice of the butcher screams out from Resnov's lips. His face was pulsating with sore, warts, and zits that were pulsating with a foul smelling odder of rotting meat. He raises his hand that seemed to extend into a claw like form, ready to slash down on the Detective when Ren quickly tackled him out of the way. Those claw's cut through the metal fence like paper and would have been the end of Hooker if not for Ren's quick thinking.

That's when the German acted, Erwin was stunned by this horrific mutation that befell his eyes in that moment. He was petrified in fear till that monster attacked Hooker. Breaking free from the shock of seeing such a monstrosity he pulled out a Sauer Model 1913 and was about to shoot when the possessed Russian turned around and let out a burst of a low acidic level projectile vomit. Hitting the young Organization Consul in the face, causing him to miss his shot but fall to the ground crying out in horror for being vomited on and the stinging pain of it getting into his eyes.

That gun shot was heard outside and the group while waiting for the Russians to get the keys begin to panic. Almost immediately the group looked around for a something to break down the door. Finding a nearby park bench, Two of the White Russians, a single member of the Organization Consul, Olof, and FEB picked it up and proceeded to ram the door with it. Ramming the door a few times they managed to break down the door with a loud burst. Prince Gabriel Constantinovich with Baron Kleist following behind him rushed in, screaming in German for the other's to go as the princess life was in danger and they have no time to waste. As the group race in, all of them failed to notice one lingering behind, turning to an electrical box, the hands grew into a claw like tentacle mass before slashing it. Causing the entire ostrich house to go dark.

Back over with the other's, the possessed Resnov begins attacking Ren and Detective Hooker with it's long claw like fingers. Flaying around as it screamed profanity at them in a multitone German covering over the native Russian accent. Detective Hooker tries to pull out his revolver but he could not stop to pull it as the possessed Russian did not let up. When the lights went out leaving them in a semi dark environment it made the struggle all the much harder Knowing this, Ren managed to lure the possessed one back against a tree before the two split causing the possessed white Russian to stab the tree, getting it's claw stuck in it.

"D̴̻͕̂ư̷̰̭̠͉̻͔̩̤͖̘̣͍̅̄̾̆̀̓̈́͘͜͠ͅ ̷̱̝͉͚̲͗̓̃̀͗͘A̵͇͚̭͇͉̼̺͔̼͇̿̒̄̓͜ȕ̴̡̢̞͉̝̦̼̫̝̓͗̓̎̋̿̿͌̕̚s̷̻͒̀̑͂͆̽̎̊͝͠͝l̷͉̟̫̩̯̞͎̼̖̪̅̅́̑̒́̋̀̌͜͜ä̵̡̺̩͈̰͓̪̱̽ň̛͓̠͙͇͎̼̈́́̋͒̔̓͜d̷̙̭̭̹̱̥͎̫̻͕͓͑͘ẹ̶͓̐̏͌̑͌̈́͐r̳̪ ̷̨̥͎̖̮͖͓̈́H̶̫͙̥̱̲͔̼̪̲͈̲̒̉ư̶̧̢̞͉̫̠̞̬̥͇͑̈́̔̄̈́̈́̓͑̎̐̿́͌r̼̖̱̞̖͕̞̗̟̺̖͎̹̆̈ë̷̢̧̨̘̭͕̬͍̙͕̤́͂͆̍̓̊͐̽̇̅̈́͜͠ͅns̴̢̻͖̳̱͈̼̝̤͖̟͕̀̾͒͑̐̐̎ơ̶̢̘̗͕̗̹̥̬̪̔̍̔̃̓̇́̌͂̀͝h̴̦͓̱̺̝͙̹̳͙͇͕̒̍͋̔̀̈́̀̌̊̏ͅn̶̡̦̬̲͉̙̮̪̯̞̒͊͘͝!̶̡̤̺͒̀̂̑͋̀̾̀̂͛́" The possessed Resnov cursed in anger as it attempts to pull his claw like hand out of the tree.

"Verdammt, verschwinde jetzt von ihm!" (God damn it, get out of him now!) Detective Hooker screams at the spirit of Großmann as he finally had time to pull out his revolver. The Russian only smiled as it opened it's mouth to vomit. Seeing this, Detective Hooker dives to the ground as a stream of hot vomit shot out of the possessed Resnov's mouth. The possessed White Russian pulls out it's claw like finger and goes to attack Detective Hooker but was stabbed in the back by Ren's Storm Flower, He let's out a moan of agony before turning into a moan of pleasure.

"Ǫ̶̧̨͇͙̯̼̳̹̣̫̆̋̀͆̓͂̽̓͛h̴͕̟̫̪͔͓̜̳͔̖̻̺̪̮͑̇͋̈́͌̎͌̔̀̇̌͜͝͠,̧̣̦̠̝̙͔̀̽̑̀͆̆̊͌̆́́̕͝ ̷̨̩͈͔͚̯͛̿́̎͆̋͐̚͘ͅḩ̵̹̤͇̤̤̜̦̣̻̬͋̌̿͒ą̶̛̮͕̘͍͕̟̮̩̈͑͆͂́͌̅́̔̀͆͘͠ṙ̷̛̩͖̮̌͗́ţ̵̧͙̭̟̜̖̰̜̹͔̄̌̆̀͑͌͑͋͌͋ė̶͙̯̠̹̓̓̈́r̶̛̬͖̝͎͈̦͖̲͍̿͆͊̓̊̊̒̋̆̀̿͆̉͝,̢̛͈̝̦̣̺͚̤̩̫̤̫͍̻́̈́̐͜ ̷̡̪̹̭̣͍͇̜̠͒̇͋̒͘̕P̶̢̪͑́̀͂̆̔͌͋̇͝͝ą͎̺̣̼̂̓̽̌̂͂͘ṕ̛̛͓̻̠̲̙̪̺̤͚͍͔̣͔̣̀̓̋̔̐̉̍̚͘a̵̝̻͂!̵̧̡̳̮̘̺̝̀͋̔́͐̑̋̀̈́̑̔͑̇" It moaned in a mocking tone before turning it's head, slowly moving till Resnov's head was turned a full 180 degrees, smirking as he lunged at Ren's neck with it's teeth. Ren backed off but not before taking a few shots from his pistols. The 45's took off Resnov's nose and pieces of it's jaw but the entity just laughed as it twist about as if it were a slow moving twister. Slashing at Ren's torso, his Aura protected him but the power behind that slash sent Ren flying back.

Struggling to get up, Ren nearly slipped on the vomit when the possessed Resnov grabs ahold of Ren by the neck, pressing him against the glass wall causing it to crack as he hanged his claws up to Ren's face with a cruel and joyous smile. It then says in a demonic giggle; "S̴̞̣̀̓pi̶̳̗̫̠͕͎̞̗̝̝͉̯̾̎͜͜ę̵͎͇͚͇̬̳͖͉͂͊̿̾̎͗̀̍̐̈́̕͘͠l̶̡̰͇͙̺̜͖̘̝̮͂͂͆̊̿͘͘ ̦͉̼v̶̢͈̬̘̻̠̹̭̼̟̺̳̱̌̅̈́̄͂̓̾̿̔͑͜o̴̹̟̤̳͎̗̳̝̜̥͌͆ŕ͖͍͚̯̘̻͇̹͇̆̂͛͐̀͝b̶̗͙̿́̆̎̉͂̂͑̓̓̓̈ȩ̵̡̲̟̘͚͍͍̥̐͋̕i,̶͈̳͇̱̅̌́̉̌̎̎͘ ̡̦͓̲͙̠̙͓̗ş̶̛̮̥̱͕͍̠̻̱̼̩͂̽͜c̴͚̱͎̹͕͕̰̞̹̲̗̾͐̉́͛ͅh̷̨̡̨̡̻͔̙͓̫͋͋̌͛͌̀̇w̷̲̅̈́̄̈́ǔ̧̺̥͇̟͓͍̜̟̌́̔̂l̵͙͔̞̓͌̌̈́͂̒̽͑͠e̵̙̪̲͂͂̑̆͜͝r̷̛͕͈̗̗͖̭̩͎̟͔̠̞̼̉́̋͂̎̎̈͋̈́̓̈́́̀͘ͅ ̷̧̢̳͕͔̘͕̺̟̄̈́̂͊̿͛̇̏̆̅J̷̨̡̨͎̫̻͓̱͉̥̖̺̪̺̊́͊̋̕͝ų̴͖̲̲̦͓͖͈͖̫̫͎̙̼͛͋͌̔̓͜n̵̬̙̦̞̈́̊̑͂͝g̷̨̡̣̺̣͇̗̝̞̐̌̌͂̔͐̂̇̉̀͂͘ę̴̨̦̟̘͙̤̞̦̙̦͇̯̗͉̃̈́͛̄!̷͖́͛̈̎́̄͒̈́̔͐"

He was about to impale Ren when three loud gun shots went off. First one punctured it's leg causing the possessed White Russian to fall to it's knee's, second one to it's arm dropping Ren from it's vice like grip, and the third one through it's heart. The possessed white Russian turned around, with black puss like blood leaking from it's mouth. Detective Hooker had fired three shot's from his peace maker, holding it in a fanning position before settling and holding out his arm, cocking back the hammer as the possessed Russian leans forward, pressing it's fore head to the smoking barrel. With a faint sizzle it mocked the detective, "Ŷ̶̧̛͚͇̫̙͍͎͚̙̍̃̎̈̆̃̐̒̕i̵̢̜͍̲̥̫̜̲̝̗̦̘̎̒͂͋͛̓͒̑̋̒̈́́͗̈͘p̵̠̌̓̓̓͂̐̋͛͋̕p̵̨̦̬̻̤̆̔͠ẹ̮ḙ̴̢̨̛̩͍̫̺͔̈́͊̀͐̽̃͆̓̚̚͠ ̶̖̓K̢̧̤͖͕͚͚̘̦̹̩̫̂̓͗̒͑̑͆̂͝i̶͇̖͉̱̥͚̺̳̦̪̫̣̿̈́͋̾̇̉̓͂̚̕͜͜͝͝͠ ̴͓̩̟̯̊͒̓̚Ỳ̙͖̳̠̪̺̺̥̣̙̝̗̯̠̞̃ą͓̞̃̎̈̔͊y,̶̠͙̜̼̳̪̦́͠ ̴̨̻̞̗̮͙̫̣̃͐̂̑̓̉̓̿̏͊̄̀̕̕ͅà̞͔̤͈̫̐̂̽̌̿m̵̛̯̮̭͆̔̽̔̏̿̂̀͌̽̕̕͠ͅȩ̶̞̺̦̻̲̰̜̓͌̒̂̇̆̾̐̂͂̓͂r̷̩̗̤̟̹̬̣̰͍̝̙͊͑͐̀͑̽ͅiḱ̴̡̧͉͔͈͇̲̙̞̦͍͈͑̓̇̀̍̏͑̇̐̂̅̀͜͝a̵̮͓̘͈̤͍̐̉͛̑̅̕͠n̴̛͙͍̖̻̺͚̯̜͒̈͒̈́͜͝ͅi̶̧͓͖̳͗̽͆͛͋̈͑̀͘ś̵̜̣͆̏̈͛͑̀̈́͐̓̚̚͝͝ć̷̡̜̝̱̭̻͖͔̫̫͎̗̉͗̍͛̈́̅̈͘̚ḩ̷̲͈̱͍̺͑̍͆͌̿̈́͝͝͝é̷͕̝̓̔̍̓̃͛̈́̏̚͘͜ ̵̢̨̺͉͎̤͇̙̹̟̺̎̉͜͜H̛̹͇̼̰̥̦͔̲̭̮̃̐̋̏̈́͑̚uŗ̴̢̢̢̛̗̗͓̠͔̗̪͉͐̀̉͘͜ë̴̡̞̻̯̜͖͖̤̙̈̅̈̓͛͂̀̏̎̒͜͠!̷̺̖͂͂̾̅͊̀͝ͅ"

Detective Hooker then cocks back the hammer and fires off a single shot blowing the possessed White Russians brains out onto the ground, falling to it's back as black blood spurted out in a comical manner. Raining down on them like a fancy gauzier water show. After a few minutes the gauzier stopped, but the two looked down at the body, a bit worried as if it's dead or playing dead. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Detective hooker holsters his gun, he reaches into his inner coat pocket and pulls out a cigarette and matches. Remarking as he does, "God have mercy on your soul, 'cause I sure as hell won't."

Ren let's out a small chuckle, as this reminds him of a cliché from these action films Nora would force him to watch. However the humor was either lost on or yet to become cliché for the German Nationalist. He had rushed to his feet before the Organization Consul member raced over to the coprse, giving a few kicks to the corpse in a fit of rage and shaken sanity from being vomited on.

"Du, (Kick) verdammter, (Kick) Russischer (Kick) Hund!" (You, (Kick) fuckin, (Kick) Russian (Kick) Dog!) Erwin screams as he bashes his military style shoe down on the corpse's head. After getting that out of his system he looked up at the two who eyed him for this unnecessary behavior. Angered he snapped at the two, "Was schaut ihr zwei Ausländer da?!" (What are you two Ausländer looking at?!)

Before either one could say anything, a serries of gun shots, screams, and demonic laughter can be heard further in the Ostridge house. One of those screams sounded like an all to familiar woman and this caused Detective Hooker to remember why he was here in the first place. Quickly dropping the unlit cigarette from his lips as he rushed head long into danger screaming, "Anastasia!"

The two quickly followed after, not knowing what to expect when they came to the biggest center of the room. The place was pandemonium. In the midst of the blackout the group of sixteen wandered around calling out for Anastasia. As they did, Prince Gabriel Constantinovich spotted her running into the room. Calling out to her six of his men rush to grab her when suddenly four of those six turned on the other two. They were mutilated by there horrific mutations before rushing to kill their fixated victom. The other's rushed in to stop them and a horrific fight broke out. To add more to the chaos somehow the Cassowary got out. The birds were notoriously territorial and the gun shot's had done nothing spook the birds. One of them gutted an Organization Consul member with its claw. The rest flocked and hissed at the group while dealing with the possessed and mutated members of the group. Blake was fending off one that was on the glass roof. This upside down man, original a member of the Organization Consul had bubbling skin, smelled distinctively of rotting meat his fingers had elongated allowing him to grab from a great distance, and with the help of squid like suction cup's growing on his fingers and hands he was able to hang upside down.

She fought to keep the thing from snatching her, however this thing had already snapped the head clean off one of the Organization Consul and was using the severed head like a shield against her katakana's blades. Not like the other's were doing well, FEB and Olof were struggling with the two white Russian's where possessed. Both had Multi-hinged jaw's and were attempting tear the flesh from the two old men. The one on top of FEB, had the same trait of bubbling skin and horrific odor but it extra long tongue that sticked out, It seemed to be making lewd innuendo's as it tries to bite FEB. Olof had to struggle with a very grabby. It's multi-hinged jaw had sprouted needle like jaws. It grew a third hand out of it's crotch, to add insult to injury the arms of this White Russian had extend beyond normal human bounds. The thing was trying to bite the old man, to get closer the entity begins punching and groping Olof's privates by the entities third hand, as it makes cruel perverse joke.

"Ugh, get your cunt sucking whore tongue off me!" FEB screams as he tried his hardest not to let that damn thing get into his mouth as it kicked his face.

Ẅ̷̡̞̣͖͍͕͖̜̞̪͔́͂̅̑͊̋̾̌͜͝͝à̴̛̘͍͖̲̫̅͘̕͝͝s̷̡̛̖͉̰̯̺͔̼̬̭͉̘͎̺̽̊̔͒̑̈́͠͝ ̵̧̛͎̣͖̙̪͔̘̐̇̿̓͐̐̓͌̏̐̓ĭ̷͖͖̰̬̤͔̤̦̻̯̟͚͊͜s̶̢̡̗̩̜̮̫̙̘̰̖̘̦͔̣̃̏̉t̴͈̹͚͛̈́͆̐̌̚͜ ̷̘̭̃̍̈͂͂l̢͓͕̭̂̒̐̊̑̀̿̎͑͝ͅͅȍ̷̯̑̍̔̅ş̷̳͍̋̄̌̐͛͗́͘͝,̵̫̻̤̘̬̪̟͉͕͐͐̀̓̔̿̊͋̂̂̏̀͜͠͝ ̴̧̰͓͕͖̥̯̦̥̄P̙̯̭̺̪̙̈̽͜ͅͅr̵̨͉͓̤͙̤̰̯̖̜̻͙͔̩̝͠ị̴͚͎̯̟̙̩͔̟͙̳̆̓̂̆̉̅͜͝e̶̢͚̥̺͎͇̖͆͑͜ͅs̴̛̼̮̹̟̻͌̾͊̃́͂̈́̽̂͒̿͊͝t̷͖̥͔͎͊̃̂͂͝e̵̘͍͈͒͛̔̈̈́͝r̶̛̝̾̈́̏̌͐́̉̈́̓́́̚͘͝!̴̗̥̄͜ ̢̢̺̮̲̗͓̃́͐̒̃̚͠H̴͎̯̫̖̮͚̙̹̟̻̱̉̿͐͛͐͂̅͛̍̒̕͜ä̵̧̧̪̙̼͍̳͍̱͇̲͈̥̼̍̔ͅţ̴̢̞̝̙̫̼͙̥̝̘͉̺̈͌͆̔̐̄͐̓̾̿̀̔͘ͅţ̳͚͓͇͕̤͈͇̯̘̫̜̩̂̓͋̉͒̋͝e ̦̥̭̲̩̱͚̬í̶̡̤̲̦̣̘̲͍̻͚͛͌͜c̵̮̜̗̼͚̼̬̲̲͍̳͚̞͒͊͑͊̔͊̈́̅̑̈́̉͗͒̚͝h̶̢̨̧̼̦̯̙̣̼͎̞͙͑̎̀͜ͅ ̡̧͖̯̬̘̤̺͓̆͐̊̒̈́͒͒̾̇̄͘͠w̴̥̲͉̦̫̪̯͛̂̄͗͌̓̄́̓̒í̵̛̻̯̘̾̏͜͜͝ė̵̛̯͙̜̃͑͂͆͜ͅ ̶̡̮̩̰͍̑̀͒̂̉̈̅͛̄̕ȩ̨̧̦͇͎̹͚̻́̒͆̾͝į̥̼͇̝̫̝̲̈̅͒̉͛͘̚͜ͅn̴̛̜͙̙͓̞̹̞͔͇̼͒̓̄͛̋̅̐̓̔̒̉͒̋͜ ̶̨̗̬͎͈̼̟͂́͊̌k̨̡̢̡͓̯̯̥̤̻̻̘̀͒̿͌̄̍͘͜ľ̗͇́ȅ̶̃͒͆̈́͘͝ͅî̷̧̧̯͔̯͕̤̫̪̞̂͗̈́͆̀͒̈̀̔̆̈́̄͊͒͜ṅ̴̙̫̘͒͒̈́̉̕e̶̺̥̟̝̣͉̞͚̠͎̼̓̀̒̉̕͜r̶̤͇̫͚̤̟͑̋̎̉͒̊̽̏͛̌́̔̾ J̴̨̢͎̬̳͔̦̋̔̓ͅu̵̙̼̖̰̮͇̲̹̣̺͙͐̎̽̌̈́͂̅̾̅͠n̴̨̢̢̡̘̜̙̣̖͈̦̲̱͌̓̈́̍͆͌͑̚̕g̷̡̮͇̮̱̞͈̤͔̙͆̓̂̆̈́̑̌̀̈̕e̴͔̮̼̘͖̜͈̎͋̚ ̷̡̨̰̩̤̘̯̠̭̬̳͎̎̈́̐̈́̏͒͗̀̚ẹ̷̘̣̋̐̈́͝r̷̡̢̡͙͍̲̜̥̤̜͓͉̘̥͛̍͜͝s̵͖̭͇͛̐͑͑͋̀̂̚͘ͅc̵̨̲͙͖̯̖̱͇̲͈͎̙̝̼̤̀̈́̿̃̋͐́̑͋͗̎̈͝ḧ̴͈͓́̂̄̇́̎͝ẻ̶̼͌̎̃ī̷̻̻̈́͋n̴̢̡̢̢͎̞͈̗͙̤̤̼̈́͆͋̓͛̽̂̄̚̚e̵̳͐̑̿̄̌̊̈́͂͝͝n̶̡̠̯̬̫̞͈̞͍̼̦̦̭͆́̒͂̅́̂̐̔̅͜ ̴̡̨̨̛̮̤̬̞̲̣̟̤͚̫̱̻̿s̶̨̹̘̝̈́̄̽̈́̅͒́̃̅̆̉̚̚̕͠ô̪̼̙̏̇̏̃̿͝ͅl̵̬̜̣̖̥̗͊̋͋̊̐̿̆́͘ĺ̵̨̧̛̬͈̙͓̜͈̲͎͔́̈́̒̈́̃̒̓ȅ̶̖̆̌̅͆̌͂́̈̄́̓̎ṉ̵̤̼̹̥̱̟̻̍̄͜͝!̶̭̻͈̻̻̺͈̝̱̉̄̔̐̈́̆́͐̎͂͒͘͘͝ͅ?̶̡̡͓͓̤̪̮̈͒̾The possess Russian asked mockingly as it's tounge slithered over FEB's face.

"Ugh, fuck you Kraut-shit!" FEB snapped as he tried everything to get this damn thing off him. "Hey, Sweed I hate to be the guy who say's a little help but a little fucking help!"

"A bit busy Scotsman!" Olof called back in agony as he was punched in balls again.

"Ǎ̶͚̝̝͎͕̦͒̀̀͝͝w̷̧͍͉͈̟̥͔̤̝͓̮̹̑͛̃̎̀̑̕,̴̫̺̱̬̩̘̙̖̦͇̞͇̆͌̿̍̓̌̈͋͋ ̷̡̰̝̩͖͕̈́̃̂̈́̅̈̔̎́i̷̖̹͈͇̮͙̠͓̱͒͌́͊̈́̈́͆̈̀͊̚̚ĉ̡̻͖͍̳͍̏̎̇̄͐̋͐̚͠h̴͚̥̀̈́ ̶̗͚̟̣̩̝̙͉̦͓̫̉̈́̈́̂̿̍͋̾̈́̽̇̀̎̿͗͜f̴̳̥̹̦̝̝̙̖̝̿̈́̾́̓̓̈́͋́̋̎͂̏̍͜a̴̧̩̘̳͓̖̻̗̳̳͉̠͕̾̉̓̍͘̕ǹ̨̫̘̳̬͈̯͚͔̪̃͌̅̈́́͜ͅͅd̶̝̠͊̏̀́̈́̄̓̾̏̊̏͑̂̋͠ ̶̧̡̪̣̤̟̥̜̜̮͈͇̄̌̆͊̄̄͝ę̴͖͔̑͆̌̓̀̏͆͛̈́͐̾͆s̵̬̻͓̜̻̘͉̪̮͚̭͑̽̽̄͛̃̄̓̍̂̐̕̕͘ ̴̹̘͖̬̤̫̼͝p̙̠̝̻̪͇̮̤͍͉̌̓̀̊͐̒̾͊̾̀̒͌̽͘a̶̻͙̫̼͚͗̔t̷̛̥͚̫͍͋̒̐̅̀̾͝͠r̶̨̻̫̹̞̠̼͖̅̋͐̂̇͋͆̅́̎̓̀ĩ̷̬̼̻̘̜̜̺͉̫̬̮͜ö̷̧̱̳͍̤́́͜t̶̨̡̤͓͓̻̣͇̣̟̬̘̮͉͂̒͂̏͐͒̄̊͌̾̐͒͝͠i̴̧͖̟̝̣͔̰͕̪͚̟͚͂̀̈́͠͠ͅs̶͙̙͕̹̲̮͎͓͚͓̙̱̳̿ç͉̭͚̻͎̣͈̤̬̼̗̮̀̄̉͒̈́͛̕ͅḥ̛̠̹͍̟̀͒̾̈̊̉̉̈́̎͆͊,̢̝͇͕̥̥̬̩̗̱̀̃̎̈́̋̌̌͑̋̍̔͘ ̼̪̼͕̜̙̮̻̫͔̘̹͍̆̑̏̊̔͗͐͋̔̎̃̈͊͝d̷̡͔̻̹̓̌̓͆̕ę̴͇̟̺̘̜̙͉̹̖̹̻͕̱̐͊͑̈̔̏́̚̕͝n̴̞̳͉͚̳̟̳͉̺̙̖̰͖̓ ̵̧̮͔͐́̌͛̏̆̋̍͂̔͊̈́S̵̢̧̢̡̙͔̣̺͔̥̪̺̽̈́͒͆͗̿́́͑͗͛̈́̒͠e̥̋̌͐̍͊͌̈͝ë̴̥̬̜͙̬͎̜̪́̀̄͋̾́̌̆̍̉͝ĺ̶̨̖̥̩̦̺̹ͅe̷̞͓̺̯̖̩͕̮̻͍̊̋̽̾̒̀̈́͂͒̈́̑͗͘͠ų̴̛͖͙͕̙̞̪̖̞̓̎̈̃́͜͜͠ͅͅt̵̨̝̜̪͚̖̙͓̱͓͖̮͚́̌̃̌̅̋͊̓͗͆͒̎͒̈́͜e̵̢̹̻͙͉̰͎͊̔͐͠n ̷̖̲̠̪͚͑͆̆́̇̎̌̐̍͛̾͊͆d̢̡̢̥̜̺͇͈͖̟͈̞̆̿̀̀ą̵̧͕̦͍̙̺̖̞͇̹̙̤͊͋̊͘b̴̡̙̫̭̜͉͕̳̖̙͎͉̒̓̏̔́̓̽̃̈́͑̃ͅei̶̡̠̝̩̳̻̘̣̽̿̊͑͜ ̶̡̡̖̰̥̝͚̹̆̎̐̔̚͝ẕ̶̎̋u̵̡̡̢̝͕͒̍̾̈̎͛̆͐̅̓̿̕ ̴̛̛̯̖̲̮͕͖͙̩̃͂̈́̿͆̋̕̕͝͝h̶̜̺̾͛̅̓͂́̈́̋̉̔̿é̶̮͓̹̯̩͇̳̰͇̿̓̿̅̈́̅̏͘̚͝ĺ̵̛̟͇̲̱͕̝͕̯͉͐̄͐͐͜͝ͅf̷͈̬̮͍͔̟̘̟̩̪̮̰̬̮̀̔͂̃̎̂͋̏̔̑͘͝ę̲̺͙͈̮͈̼͕͓͓̭̪̀̆͛̋͑̅̍͛̎̑͝n̢̬̩̲̮͕͚͓̻̂̈́̏̆̓̂̃̕͘͘͝͝ͅ,̛̮͙͚̆̈́̓̂̏ͅ ̷̣̫̓͊̈́̋́̅͊̔̈́͂̿̈̕͘̕ǐ̷͙͗h̷̖̣̦̘̝͇̰̩̳̲̞̒́̌͊̈́͊̇͗̄̋͛̄͠r̴̻͓̳̫̲͓̃̕ͅê̵̛̹̻͇̣̙͇̹̜̼̖̹͒̍̽̓͊̊̚͠ ̰̥͍͔͈̀̎ͅB̶̜̳̙̦̟̲̜̠̱̭̦͌̌̐̀̑̆̾̂̽͊̇͝͝ę̵̛̼̺̲̲̓͑͒̆͑́̅͛̀̈́̿̚͝ḭ̵̣̪͉͚̙̗̣̦͈͖̾n̵̛̬͍̲̳̘̖̳͔̘̠͌̊̑̋͋̔̓̀͛͜ͅê̵̢͇̤̬̤̣̫̎͊̈́̈́͂ ̶̡̡̛͉͕̺̬͍͚͓̰̐̌̿̑̓̆̒̐̋͛̄̀̕͜z̴̡̛̜͉͕͚̰͕̟̬͇̲̪̗̓̆̂͌̉̈̌̒̂́͗̐̕͜͠u̵͖̫͕̲͓͋ ̴̠̋̇̈̽̎͋̀f̶͓̔͒͑ĩ̪̑́̃̄̽͘n̵̟͇̜̗̑̈́̋̒͐͆̓͑͊͘̕͝d̵̠̠͕̰̰͚̤̝̆̔̀̍́̅̽̈́̃̀͜͝ͅḛ͇̩̻̳̭́͌̕n̡̹̯̪̲̆͌̄ͅ!̴̧̪̬̯̒̈́͆̈́͛̀͝ " The third arm possessed White Russian mocked as it repeatedly punches Olof in the balls so it can get close and bite a chunk out of him.

As the two men struggled, A few shot's went off, hitting the two in the head, Ren raced over and with a jump kick sent the two possessed men flying back into a flock of Cassowary's. The bird ripped the long tounge out of the cultist mouth as the other just barley got away. As that happened, Ren turned to Olof and FEB, asking "You two alright?"

"Nothing a few shot's of whiskey can't fix." FEB Remarks with discuss as he wiped the slime off his face.

"And Ice, Kära gud some ice." Olof said softly as he held his crotch in pain.

Ren gives a faint nod before the three heard a scream. Down in the encousure they see the grand Dutchess. The Cassowary's were flocking about but the fourth possessed member, a young Organization consul He moved from the wall's with spider like reflex with a multi-hinged jaw sprouting needle like teeth, and his fingers extended into that of tentacle like fingers. He was trying to get to her while Prince Gabriel Constantinovich and Baron Kleist's struggled to get past the Cassowary's. It managed to grab ahold of her before lifting her up.

"N̴̥̤̳̮̭͕̲͗͒͒͆u̵̡͚̤͍̅́͋̔̄͌͗̋̅̕͜͝n̴̡̢͓̜̲̣͙̮͓͎̻̺̞̜̏̓̍́̔̉̔̈́͑̇̓͑̕̚͝.̵̹͎͎̞̬͈̹̫̰̘̮͒̋̾̍̋͋͊̏̚..̶̨̧̨͕̫͇̻̭͇̀̈̎̔̅͝ ̶̧̢̤̮̣̰̱̗̥̰̟͓͚͂͋̂͑̐͋̇͠w̫̰̬̲͎͔̉͗͘ơ̷̡̼̖̬̗̠͉̞͒͗̾͆̄̿̈́͊͌͘̕͜ ̢̢̞̼͇̉̈̄̍̈́̂͐̀̌w̴̻̹̮͇̱͚̙͌͛͂̊̀̅̈́̈́͑̕̕ǎ̷̡̳͙͍̠̳̬̳͙̞̼̼̩̄́̀͊̌̂ͅr̴͙̫͚͓͙̬͚͍̪̕͜ȩ̴̬̫̹̈ń̙͈͚͚̺̘̝͓̝͇͔̜̦̈́͌͋͋̅͌̆͊͝ͅͅ ̶̛̱̼̗͎̘̏̏̾͑̋̐́͆̊͛̓̓̒͠w̴̧̩̳̖͔̗̃̀̒͆̄̏̈̏̔̀̿̕ͅį̷̛̙͓̳͙̰̏͆̀̋̀̈̓̄͘͠͝r̷͎̦̊̈́̉̃͆̈́̈́̐͊̊͗̉̊͝.̘͕̯̥͔͖̫̃͂.̷̛̛̫̥͔̰̗͗͛̓̚ͅ. ̷̠̮̦̯̰̻̍̚ǫ̶̲̘̑̓͑̃͝h̴̨̪̩̠̬̰̜̪̟͖̻̦̭͔̒͒̐̀̓̈́̾͋͆͐̔̊̕͘͜͠ j̧͇͎͙̜ą̶̲͑͑́́̌́̏̌̾̑͋̀͛,̷̻̲̘̠̮̋͒̾̀͆ͅͅ ̴̧̢͔͍͕̬̠͇̖̩͖͔̭̅͊̈́͐́͌̎͆͋̀͘ͅd̵͙̤̰̮̮̠̱̞̝̣̘̪͚̐̍͐̐́̔̈́͋͝͝͝ë̶̻͔́i̴̡̫̼̼̫̳̺̔̊͊̔n̺̻̋͊̈́̓̊͌̔͝e̴͉̫̣̠̎̇̑͌͐̈͆̓̂͋ ̴̨̖̣̮̞̩͍̥̩͍͕̪̟̋̌̿̓͘͜͜Ś̷̡̨̧͓̭͓̜̑̏̒̽̄͑̔͘a̵̯͓̘̜̺̘͈̪̣̝̟͈͙̳̿́̑̍̕͝c̶̨͍̯̭͇͉̪͖̼̱̃̓̏̽͑̂́̉̅̕h̶̜͔̬͍͓̞̳̲͓͙̰͉̺̙͔̾̂̌̔̆̏̽́e̷̫̪̫̖̐̀̓̅ ͇͈̝̼͓̋̑͛̅ͅḯ̷̛̛̠́͐̍̃̕̕ŝ̴̛̺̖͖̻̾̑̽̂t̷̨̪̟̪̦̬̟̫̳̊̆̿̄́̔̊͘͝ ̶̧̘͓͚̳̞͉̩̺͙̫͙͖̎z̷̢̜͈͓̫̰̝̦͗̆̈́̄̊̅͠ư̶̧̧̋́̀̅̾͊̃̈́͝ŗ̶͕̰̜͎̻̥̜̕͜͝ü̗͖̫͎̟̜͙̈̓̈́̅̇͗̊̔͠č͖̼k̢̛̞͉̥̹͖̂̈́͒̊̔͂͗͌̈́̏̓̌ ̵̡̨̤̗͓̱̝͈̹̮̞̺̃̃i̶̮̰̜̖͍͔̲̞̠̩͓̖͌̀̀ņ̮͉̜̹̫̲̪͚̞̼̮̃͗͗̀̄͗̒̋͛̚͜ ̶̡͉̩̗̫͖͉̤͇̱̆͌́͝m̴̨̡͍̪͎͈̍̍̾̇̿̆̎̒͆̉̄̚͜͠͝ȩ̷̛͉̯͚͈̩̥̬̮̣͙̺̿̉̄́́̊͌̈́̈͘͜ị̶͇͈̞̤̠̹͎̣̘̖̓̓ͅn̜̆̓̂̂̈̊͐̎͘e̴̛͇̋̃̃̈͂̌̃̈́ͅm̨̨̧̻̗͓̞̹͉̬̉̈́̈́̈́̊̋̉̈́ ̶̨̡̡̟̼͈̼̪̖̟̬̬͎͐̉́̽̕͠Z̷̯̠̺̙̳̯̻͒̔́̅̃̀͘͝ͅi̵̧̡̠̙͖̳͐͒̽̈́̂͛̅̈́̽̓͘͘͝͠m̷͕̳̰̊̎̀̿̌̈m̴̧̧̤̻̭̥͇̲̌̃ę̶̟͍̒̋͛͂͋͆́̈́r̴̡̦͔̟̱͕̖̬͓͍̫̣̝̬͊̂͗̍̆̓̀̉͌̃̈͘,̶̡͉̰̫̲̪̈́̉̓͆̄̽̀̈̿͐̓͗͝͝ ̵̨̡͖͔̟̺͚̠͎͐́̿̓̓̑̃́̅̊͑̚͘̕Ḧ̵̢̦͓̺̻͙̬̇̽̕ͅͅu̴̻̪̝̣͓͇͎̖͉͈̔́̀̅̔̀̇͌ṛ̵̨̞̠̘̠͖̓̋͋́̉̚͘͠ͅe̷̦̠̮͎̘̯͈̯̮̠̪̔̅͋̎̏̌́͑͋͜ͅ!̵̡̛̪̭̤͇̲̟̗̐̀͌͂͌̌̂̓̽̐́̕̕͘͜!" It said as it open it's jaw to show off it's multiple sharp needle like teeth. Anastasia let's out a scream as the possessed Organization Consul was about to tear down on her when it was grabbed by someone from behind.

"Let go of her you son of a bitch!" Detective Hooker said as he grappled with the possessed German nationalist. The creature let's out hisses and insults as the two struggled.

Eventually the thing pushed him off and landed on him, It twist it's head around and mockingly remarks, "M̡̮͎̲̤̩̙̂͜h̷͓̘͇͙̽̓̏m̵͙̳̘̥̖͈̤͕̩̟͌̀͌̀̅̊̃̕ͅm̷̧̧̻̱͙̻̫͍͚̤͐̄͒́̀͊̓͒͂̓̉̚͜͝ͅͅ,̷͇̣̦͙̜̥̝̙̠͉̜̬̾̈́̉̊͝ ̵̗̜͖̈́̾̓͑̈̈̓͛̐̋͆̒͝͝ï̢̧͇̭̬̖̺̦̘͖̲̆͐̔̾̾̔̇c̵̢̛̭͚̘̙̬͔̗̓̌͝ḫ̴̜̔͌̎̀͋̏͋͌̓̚̚ ̖̞̦̖̻̹̌̇̇̔̏͗̌͒̃̂̈́̒͠͝l̶̻̗̙̲̻̬̈́̃͆́̎̀̍̿̓́̍̚̕͝ͅï̵̼̹͈͎̥̽͐̎̀̑̃̌̈́͂̿̏͝͠ẻ̶͓̦̼̟̄̈́͂̊͛b̷̡͔̰͓̺̺͕̏̒e̴̛̦̩̺̟̦͎͑͒̈́ ̷͕̪̦͕̝̠̙͋̌̀̈͐̋̋̿͋͊͐̀͘͝͝m̴̳̠͙̻̲͖̘̣̲̦̘͔͕̏͋͐̊̀̏́̊͋ͅë̴̢̛͖̘̰̹̯̯̓͐̒͆͋̋̉́͝ͅī̷̬͎͔͍̠̘̟̺͕̮̤̯̖̀̏̓̑͒̅̕͘͜͝͝n̨̧̞̘̬̬̲̘̯͓̤̋̔ê̵͔̣̰͉̮͙͛́̓̊͠ ̷͕̭͉̺̯̦̻̯͜͠C̷̣͉̥͖̮͚̱̭͉͎̀͐͐̌̽ͅͅͅỏ̡̡̹̘̲͍͙͈̘̹̻̝̻̏̈́̾̇͛̑ͅẇ̵͖̬͇͈̩͓̹̐̋̒̐͌̍̒͐͌́̚̚͝ͅb̞̲̖̆̊̄͆͊͒̔̔̓̇̕o̷̻͗́̉̎́̐̌͛̑̈́̇͠y̨̌-̷̡̧͙̪͔̟̳̥̲̮͉͎͙̮̱̆̇͗B̵̨̮̹̪͙͖͔̱͓̤͍̊͆̊́̊̐̃̾̑̂̍́̄̃͘͜ų̭͍͎̬̂̆̐̓̄̀̇̀͝ͅr̶̢̧̹̥̦̼̤̠̖̰̖̀̍̽͝ĝ̷̢̛̻͍̬̰͉͐̕e̵̢̪̺̠͎͈͂̄͒̀̚͠r̡͖̞̞̗̋̆ͅ ̴̠̯̃͆͋ḭ̴̛̪̘͗̾͂́͋̈̏̍̂̿́̕͝ͅm̵͕͊̐̊͒̒͊̾́̏̓͘̚͝ṁ̶̡̨̝̪̺̉̀e̵̗̩͉̤̮͚̫͉̮̣̮͇̲͝ŗ̵̱͙̦̹̭̝͍̀ͅ ̶̙̤̯̮̜̜͉͈̥̠̖̗́͌͜͝͝s̶̟̩̠̜̮̀͒͛̂̑̀͒̔̋̒̏̚̕c̵͈͓̯͍̈́͐̉͆̔̍̃̇͌͒̕ḩ̴̮̮͇̩̫̪̘̝̐̈́̐ͅͅö̷̦̭̞̻̺̥͉̮̦̱̩̯̗͔͐̇̍̓̀̒̕͜͝n̶͍͈̤̮͈̿̽̍̐̈́̀̅̀͝͝ ̴͔̗̳̺͌̿͆̊͝u̷̱͕̦̮̼̹̠̻͍̯̟͂̍̏̑͊̽͊̑͆̈́͐̈́̊̚͝ṉ̵̢̨͔̪̺͉͕̊̑́̓d̗̝̣͙̀͘ ̴̧̪̥̗͙̘̜̖̠͠͠f̴̢̡̪̘̫̭̟͈̻̣̎̍͆͗̈̀̀̋͌̐̅̈́͠r̴̨̘̮̜̣̙̹͚̭̹̘̼̊̇͑̏͋͜͜͠ͅi̶͇̣͆̽̕ş̨̢͈̠͔̞̘͇̦̥̭̬̺̩̌̈͌́̂͠c̴͎̤̗̤̄̅͋͊̔̒h̵̢̨̨̛̙̖͉͉̩̯̲̲͑̃̆̇̎̌͛̚!̴̝͇͔͍̌̆͒̄̿̈͊̂̌̍́͑̓̕̚"

It was about to let go when it's hand begins to hiss in agony it let's go and scream a ghastly wail as it held it's hand. As it cursed Detective Hooker Blake was about done with the upside down one. Bastard nearly throttled her from it's long fingers… that and the smell was worse since her Faunas senses were heightened. Carving the possessed German nationalist she turned to see an opening and quickly turned her Gamble shroud at the wailing Organization Consul, as she points her weapon she felt another onset migraine causing her to hold her head in agony. A voice screams at her, "S̷̰̓͋́́͂c̶̨͍̼͙̺͖̻̟̑͊̿̽͝ḧ̞͕̺̦͈͑̎͒͘͘͝͝ḯ̵̢͓͎̣̩̬̘̬͇͚̣̳̬͍̍́͛̊̋̂̈́̚͝ę̷̧̨̦̹̙͕̬͓́̓̇͊̉̊̈́̿͆̀̕͜ß̫̖̩͎͖̹͍͙̠̋̓̊͠ͅ,̴̛͚͔̭͛̓̄̈́́ ̴̢̧̬̟̘̞̹̘͖͇̇́̄̇̅͑̀̊͝d̴͍̫̥̰̲̗̠̎̈́̂̊͋̇͛̑̕̕͜͝͝ͅi̴͚̰̹̙̠̬̣̹͇̞͍͍̹͒͋̔̊̀e̷͍̦͖̫͖͇̹̫̬̳̘̥͍̜͋̇́̉͐́̒͒͠ ̴̪̙̳͙͕͉̗̠̳͍͎̦͂̀͌̑͋̉́̑̄̎̂̆̋̄͝H̴̢̻̠̹̻̹͉̤͎͓̹̜͔͊̃̽̈̀́͋̾̌̽̈͘̕ú̴͉̜̘̬̼͊́̀̀͠ŕ̷͙̘͖̻̫̉̔ͅȅ̴̯̘̹̳̫̳̙̺͗̅̍̓̅̏͆̔̊͗͝͠ͅ!̴̘͉̈́̅͆̕͠ ̵̨̨̨̧͚̼̣̦̤͋̉̑͋̂̄͌̚͝E̡̳̗̘͓͙̟̥͜͜r̡̧̺͖̞̞̞̺̱̱̂͌̂̒͌̈́̀̉͂̎̄͝s̨̡̺͙̖̺͉͖͈͈̮̋̈́̂̋̈́̈́̆̕c̶̯͇̫͇̝̱͖̳̭̊̿̀̀̿̄̽͊̀̊̃̆̇͜ḧ̴͚̩͖́͐̈́͂͂̋́̐̃̚i̴̛̯̻̩̲͂̓̔̐̓ẹ̶̛̛̜͇̟̩̫͕̉͒̑̓͊̐́̀͛͜͝͝ͅß̠̬̬̥̯̈̓͒̔́͑͐͑͆̑̂͐͌͒ȩ̶̘̤̭̥̜͍̥̖̙͔̲̖̌̄͊̕͘ ̴͔͈̘̟͂̽͋̑̀́̚͝͠d̷̨̢̻̬͕̪̖̃͗̈́͋̍́̃̐͑͌̃͒͑̚͝ẽ̤̑̚n̵̗̪̜̭͔̙̯̙̎̍̐̅͑͋͋͘͜ ̴̨̡̙̣̖̤̠̝͓͔̩̰͙̊̎͌̽͝͝͝ͅB̵̥̜̳̖̖͖̖̗̥̩̞̱̟̯̌̈́̾̑́̒͒͋͑͆̈͘̚̚͠ͅę̝̖̺͕͖̩̜̟̃̋̍̀̇̍͛̿̕ş̶̛͍͔̠͕̈͗̃͒̏̿̓̈́̍̊̅͛͘ĉ̢̧̛̗̟͈̞̼̳̫̖͚̇̑̓̏̐̕͝͝ͅh̶̢̛̖̻̮̠̥̫͕̝̹̺̮̬̾̀͊̿̌̒͊ͅͅü̴̢̱̩̼̖̥̫̯͖̳̫̖̜̽̇̑́̈́̀̽́̌̀̍̿t̵̢̢͓̜̩̪͚͕̼̠̩̺̲̺̆͐̃̅̊͒̐̀͑̒̈́̚͜͝ź̠̟̗̦̘̺̟͑͛̾͛͊͜͠é̴̛̦̻̈́̍̏̇̄́̿̐͋̚͘ŗ̵̨͉̩̘͎͙̫̻͕͍̥̾͐͗̓̈́̽͝ ̴̙̟͍̙̣̏͋̾̋̂̇̈͛̈́͘̚͠͠d̶̢̫̝͇͚̦̣͚̀̈́̃̒͊͒͋͛̓̆̆͐ͅė̷̹̙̬͖͖̐r̷̢̢͎̞̖̲̙̟̮͈̮̞͇͑͆̾̈́̕̕ ̵̹̮̤͖͉͙͕̥̻͙̦̝̑̿͒̀́͐̽͌͐̄͘͝Ḩ̷͇͕̜͍͕̼̱̱̀̈̊͜͝ụ̶͇͎̣̖̻̻̝̙͓̼̹̦̎̔̉͌̿͋̒̂̕̕͜r̷̢̥̦͉̣͔͔̟̩̎͂̎̑̎̓́̍̎̒͑̽͊̉͠e̴̛͔͛̾̃́͒̔̒̎́̕ͅ!͇͓̞̻̯̭̖̼̖̃̌͒̒͒̚͜ ̵̡͇͓̞̹̤̘͒̈̒Ṡ̶̙̖̻͕̹̬͚̠̳͈̓̉ͅc̶̩̲͓̤̲̦͉͗̉͋͋͐̽̇̚͝ẖ̵͖̗͓̮͔͍̩̽̉i̷̟̮̭̺̓̍́͋͒̈͒̃̓̋e̵̝̙͉̺̮̥̬͓̐͆͒̊͗̃̊̚͘ß̵̨̤͉̯̗̪̗͍͔̤̙̗͋̑́̌̔̄̚͜͠e ̴̻̫̱̓̓̂͂͐̀̀̊̿̐̐͠d̶̢̛̛̜̰̔͒̔͛͗̈́͂̂͊́͘ę͙̩̙͎̫͖̮͈̬̩̥̋̈́͒̍̈́̆̄̔̍͒ͅm̷̧̧̞̼̱͓̝̜̠͍̤͙̂̅̃ ̘̹͇̳̥̙͈̩̮̲͇̻̆̿̅̋̒͆͌̆̊͐͜B̴̢̩̼̪̣͕̣͍͇̄̈́̄̾̄̓͒̽̈̒̔̃̓͘e̷̛̤̜͙̪͇̮̠̳͔̦̟̳͈̼̍̏̕s̶̡̨̮̞̤̜̣̩̥͚̹̩͍̔̈́̏̾̋͘͘c̷̨͓̰͕͎͓̦͋͊̾̈́͗͜ḩ̷̦̙̻̟͓̹͔͂̋͛͐͘ų̷͕͓̖̰̲̘͓̺̳̈̈́̉t̷̨̢̛̩̥̼̭̠̘̪̠̟̗̾̊̎̿͠ż̷̨̢̪̱͓̲̦̱͇͇̘̥̯̰̃͗͊̈́͝ȩ̴̨̥͉̩̙̲̦͕͓͖̩̓̔̇͒̀́̔͘͠ŕ̵̨̪̭̮͚̪͕̤̺̮͖̟̻̉͒͜͝ ̵͖̬̝̮͖̫̫̜͖̘̯̊̐͊̈́̆̈́̐̾̔̐͠͝ḑ̶̢̜̜͍͖̪̖̗̤͎͆́̈́͂͋̆͒̌̅͋̏̃͘͜͝ę̵̛͙̠͙̘͇̞͚͎̙̥̆̀̈́̉̌̐̉̓͐̕̕͝r̶̨̟̜̫̗͉͎͒ͅ ̷͈̥̫͙̥̙̟͙̳̅̀̀͊̈́̀͠H̵̢̛̲̖͍̯͎͓̻͋u̴͉̺͉̞̝̙̤͛͗̔͒̇͐̕̕͜͜͝r̢̨͎̭̜̟̝̖̘̉͊͛͗̄͌e̷͚̠̞̤͓̗͚̰̙̯͛͂̓̋͐͆̽̿͌̌̚̚ ̵̨̘̮̩̯̤͍̰͖͓̺̞̈͘͜ͅi̴͉̹̫͈͂̄́͌̿̊͐̿̇̅̓̄͆̕n̛͈̆̓̄͋̾̔̈́͌̐̄͝ ͇͔͚̪͈̞͇̺̣ŝ̬̪͍̟̺̳̤̕e̴͍̘͈̒̈́̓̈́̈́̒ī̴̢̲̓͒̒͘͝n̵̨̨̹̲̝̲̳͓͙̆̒̀́̍̀̚̕e̴̢͈̐̌͊n̵͚͓̱͙̩̤͝ ̷̬̠̲̣̣̭͌̓̃̆̂̓̎̓̒̀̎̏͠S̶̝̣̘̫̩̫̩̉̂͂̏͑̎̍͒̆̃͠C̷̘̠͚͊̾̀͌̓̑̀̆͂͠͝H̶̞̘̣̦̩͈͙̬͐W̶̛̪͈̘̟̭͔̘̤̝͎̩̘͂̀́͒̒͋̕͜ͅͅĄ̵̫͍͍͓͕̭̖͖̭͉͓̞̜͒͒̎̆̓̽̐̎́̌͝N̵̨̡͎̣̲̠̣͓̜͕͙͉͇̙̔̿̔͜Z̵̧̗̦̼̺͉͕͚̽͂͠!̵̛͇̎́̊̀̔̉̇͌̓̿̽͝"

Struggling hard to hold herself together, the door crashed open and more members of the Organization Consul and the White Russian burst in, the untimely saved was a bit soured since this force was lead by the leader of the German nationalist, the man with the riding crop. With pistols they killed or run off most of the birds before finding the shocking discovery of what this malicious spirit has done to there comrade in the form of that horrific being. It let's out a his before charging them only to be gunned down. The German nationalist falls to the ground, laying lifeless for a few moments. Detective Hooker pulling himself to his feet as he retrieves his hat. Looking own the eye's suddenly spring open and it gave a hushed whisper spooking the detective.

"W̡̆i̷͈͋̐͒͗̅r̷̡̦̦̬͉̠̹̹͋͆̌́͒̒̈́ ̷̡̡̰̙̼̺͙̻͈̭̲̭̣̋̅͗̐̿̆̋̈́̓̑͗̋̅̕͝ͅk̶̡̡̢̞̹̙̭͓̩̜̥̺͐̌̿͐̓̀͗́̉̊̄̂̚͝͝ŗ̴̛͉͖̥̟̞͍͚͕͍͂͒̽̂̽̑͑͐̕͝͝í̷̧̢̢̼̬̩̗͓̲̍̓̔̔̅͆͑̚ê̢̜̭̮̞͉̞̒̇ͅg̦͙̹̉̔̚ȩ̶̪̤̮̗̩̲̬̟͖͚̽͒ņ̴̬̯̬̖͇̯̈͑̍̀̈́͐̓͒̾̍̈́̀̇ ̵̧̨̞̲̩̠̜͙͇̳̫̣̙̀̀̂́̄̒̕͝d̴͚̰̞̥͛̓̍̄̌̈́̾̉̔̅̋͊͜ĭ̵̟̙͖͓̒͐̄̉͂̽͋͠ͅc̶̜̻̰̙̣̳͚̗͍͕̎́͆͆̉̃̈̍ͅh̶̢̗̟͕̪͓̳̔̈́̈̋̈́̓͠,̷̛̬̥̳̦͚̊̐ ̶̧͎̗̘̯̟̪͇̤̎̔͌̊̀͂̇w̵̛̤͇̄̀́̒̾̈́̃̋̋̆̀̚í̷̢̧̻̞̗͍̦͇̿̏̓́́́̉r̵̛̝̯̣͍͎͓̉̌́̀̍͌̄̊͑̈̐͋ ̷̻̯̬̭̌̓́͆̐̅̈̋̊̅͑k̵͙̥͈̰̳̺͖͈̥̮͙̂͛̌̿̊̽̚͝͝r̵̥̘͉͙̰͈̼̭̠̅̅̒̔͆̄̓͐̄͂́͒̎͝i̷̡̛̲̱̎͌̓͆̂̓͗́́̒͂̚͠ȩ̴̧̡̦͉̝̣̰̟͓̫̝͍͙̫͆͗͑̑̄͂̓̀͊̃͝͝g̴̰̖̝̥̪̪̏̎̅͊̐͐̀̈́̈́̅̔͠͠ě̵̡͉̹̰̗̼͎̘̊͜͜ǹ̮̣̯̮̳̰̭͒͆͗̆̀͜ ̵̨̢̰̲̻͚͈̃̃́͜͝͝d̶̛̫͑̒̔̊̃͊͌̎͐͐͂̿į̜̂ć͇̣͝h̡̨̤͎̻̫̰͓̙̭͖͓̬͓̫̉́̆͂̾͛̓͐̑̀̀,̶̧̢̙̦̻͍̮͚͓̞̘̝̀͌́̌̔̐̈́͠͠͝͝͠ ̶̻̪͒̔͗̋̈́̕͜w̴͖̼͉̥̤̖̬͔̄̋͐̃̑̕͝ͅỉ̷̡̨̢̥͎͍̤̳̗̣͓̬̤̗̊̉̑͠ŕ̷̨̠͙̻̤͚̲̮̰͖̳̜̙̩͜ ̷̛͉̣͑̊͂̀́̿̋̌̓̇̍̑̃k̡̜͕̻͓̠̜̦̂̈́̈́̽́́̀̚ṙ̴̩̼̦̗͚͉i̶̫̭̎̔̃̏͑̂̀̀̐̿̀͘͝ë͔͇͜g̴̜̝̞̗̹͔̪̖͕̥͉͊̑̾͗̂̏̂̏̊̅e̶̛̛̱̞̳͎̊͌͑̅̏̎͋͗n̳͙͍̋̾̎͑͆͑̓̐͗̓͊̔͜ ̶̗̳̳̟̺̲̘͚̹͌͒̈̎̓̔̈́ͅḑ̷̳̥̠̬̣̺̦̼̊́́̃͛̏̈́͗͛͂͂į̵̰̳̑͛̓͛̎̚͠͝ễ̙͎͕̺͍ͅ ̶͍͓͋̈́̇̃͂̏̅̓͊͆͒͆͝͝Ĥ̷̨͎͎̫͉̯̫̼͖̥͗̾ͅǔ̷̢̨͔̄̈́̀̓͂͗͆̀̌̄r̵͓̹̙̮̳̭̰̒ͅé̡̗͎̮̩̦̩͓̰̦̦̒̓́̒̂̄̐̓̒̓̒́͘!̴̢̺͚͈̹̥̣͓̭̒̂̀́̓̈́̀̒͜" It sang out in a mockingly low hiss. Detective Hooker couldn't understand exactly what it was saying but he didn't need to. He quickly stomped on it's head crushing it's skull and brains beneath his boot. Taking a moment to catch his breath it took him a few moments to remember why he jumped at a demon in the first place. Turning around he raced to the princess. Pulling off his trench coat before wrapping her in it.

She was horrible scratched and the bruise from the strangulation was showing on her neck. She broke down crying into the detectives arms. Whispering inbetween the sobs in Russian, "Pozhaluysta... prosto... otvezi menya domoy."

All Detective Hooker could do, was consult her. As he does Blake slowly staggers forward. Her migraine had left and she was a bit concern. Though she wasn't the only one, Ren had noticed something was off with Blake for some time, and seeing her flinch in that moment… point her gun at Detective Hooker… it was… concerning.

Back at the Charlottenburg Hotel 40 minutes later

It was nearly 11 now. The Bell had tolled when they returned to the Baron's private hotel suit. Anastasia was inconsolable, going to her room and staying there. A few guards were posted around the room to make sure nothing happens. But the group were unsure if that will work. Far as they know anyone of them could become possessed next. To try and regain there nerves, Prince Gabriel Constantinovich brought out the Vodka and begin downing the bottle, inviting the other's to join. For once FEB refused a free drink, rather consulting with Blake and Olof. Ren seemed to busy in some kind of masturbation meditation bullshit that FEB was to sober to ask about, while Detective Hooker was busy making sure his precious princess was alright.

"Well… that was…" Before Olof could finish FEB hands him ice with a towel wrapped around it, remarking 'shit'. He sigh's before taking the ice pack and applied it to his sore nuts. "Yeah… it was shit. Worst still, I don't we killed that Spöke."

"Aye… he's like a cunt damned sun. I can only shut it out for so long but that fucking ray of piss will go through the blinds eventually." FEB said as Blake is seen scribbling something down.

"We need to figure a more permanent solution. This thing jumps from host to host. Who knows who's next." Blake scribbled as she shows her written words.

"Yeah… what do you think enable Großmann this power?" Olof asked. That was the question on everyone's mind. How a murdering perverse animal received such power, did he discovered something prior to his arrest or was it gifted to him and if so what derange fool would do so. As they sat there contemplating, there conversation was interrupted by the leader of the Organization Consul.

"Die Juden is to blame for this. Jeder weiß that they cast spells and run the world in Geheimnis." The leader of the Organization Consul proclaim.

"Oh, give it a rest you kaiser tit sucking cunt." FEB sneers back. "We heard it once when you ruined my beer, and I'll be damned if your ruin my moment of silence."

"Das ist die Wahrheit, Scotsman. Juden's run the world in secret. Und es be the sacred duty of die Organization Consul to rid us of such evils!" He retorts back with some pride in his tone. FEB was about to lash back when Ren spoke up.

"The Protocols of the Elders of Zion is a hoax, made up by Konstantin Pobedonostsev and other Tsar nationalist like yourself to justify the woe's of a country on a certain group of people." Ren snapped at the leader of the Organization Consul. Pushing him back with a rolled-up newspaper he somehow has in his hand. "I known people who justify their actions on a wim and care less about those that can easily be blamed. So instead of going for an easy target maybe use your head for once in your life."

This pushback royally pissed off the man, He raised his riding crop ready to strike Ren but he easily deflect it with his paper, he then managed to get Stormcloud out under the man, causing him to tense up as Ren held it to the bottom of his chin. If the three round burst didn't kill him then the knife will. Course upon seeing this the rest of the Organization Consul rushed over, gun's drawn, screaming at Ren to drop his weapon. The other's were shocked but Blake quickly drew her's as did FEB, Olof borrowed a pistol from one of the Organization Consul. After a few moments of bickering the leader managed to speak up.

"Wir haben Sie sieben zu eins, Fidschide." (We have you seven to one, Fidschide.) He said cocksure that ren would be dead before he could do anything, however Ren responded in a calm and sure tone that made the wannabe Prussian step back.

"Ich mag diese Chancen." (I like those odds.) Ren said coldly. After a few moments of this intense standoff, Prince Gabriel Constantinovich quickly intervened with several of his White Russians.

"Genug genug. Alles von Dir. Jetzt ist nicht die Zeit für dieses Gezänk! Was hast du dir gerade gedacht!" (Enough, enough. All of you. Now is not the time for this bickering! Just what were you thinking!) Prince Gabriel Constantinovich demanded as everyone seemed to settle there weapons away.

"Ich sage dir, was dieser Affe dachte!" (I'll tell you what this monkey was thinking!) The Organization Consul leader shouted in anger before turning to Prince Gabriel Constantinovich. "Das hat Fidschide beleidigt, bevor er seine seltsame Waffe auf mich richtete! Ich verlange, dass du ihn und seine Fremdenschweine auspeitscht, bevor du durch ihn auf die Straße gehst!" (This, Fidschide insulted me before pulling his queer gun upon me! I demand you flog him and his foreign pigs before through him to the streets!)

"(Sigh) Mister Lie. Perhaps you can apologize to Herr Killinger. Who know's he may be right." Prince Gabriel Constantinovich said to Ren, The leader of the Organization Consul gives a small smirk as he seeming won however what came next shocked the whole of the room.

"No, the chances that a hebre did this is the same as you being the actual Prince Gabriel Constantinovich." Ren said as he walks past them. He then speak in fluent Russian catching everyones attention. "Tekh, kto klyalsya v vernosti russkomu tsaryu i samoy Rossii. Sozhaleyu, chto vam prodali fal'shivuyu tovarnuyu nakladnuyu. Etot chelovek pered vami ne knyaz' Gavriil Konstantinovich. Nastoyashchiy knyaz' Gavriil Konstantinovich... mertv. On byl mertv v techeniye nekotorogo vremeni, no teper' eto stalo izvestno." (Those who swore feility to Russia's Tsar and to Russia itself. I am sorry to say you have been sold a false bill of goods. This man before you is not Prince Gabriel Constantinovich. The real Prince Gabriel Constantinovich ... is dead. He has been dead for some time now but now it has come to light.)

The Russians in the room begin to murmer, some in confusion other in anger. Prince Gabriel Constantinovich looked at Ren with confusion as he has no idea what the hell he is blabling on about, That's when Ren walked over to the closest White Russian and handed him the newspaper. It was a copy of Le Figaro, a French newspaper that detailed a section sponsored by the Russian Nobility Association in America. It detailed how through negotiation the wife of Prince Gabriel Constantinovich, managed to allow her husbands body passage out of Leningrad. While the article did contain more information it proved that the man standing before them was an imposter and raised many eye on him.

"What do you think your doing?!" The imposter asked Ren in a low hiss as he grabbed his arm.

"Stopping you from doing something incredibly stupid." Ren hissed back before pulling his arm free. He then turns back to the group before the people in the room. "Chelovek pered vami ne knyaz' Gavriil Konstantinovich iz doma Romanovykh, a Shabel'skiy Bork, ofitser Suverennogo Ordena Svyatogo Ioanna. No yeshche boleye yarostno on ubil Vladimira Dmitriyevicha Nabokova!" (The man before you, is not Prince Gabriel Constantinovich of house Romanov, but Shabelsky Bork an officer in the Sovereign Order of St. John. But more agrediously he was the one who assassinated Vladimir Dmitrievich Nabokov!)

The room erupted in gasps as the Russians in the room begin murmuring amongst themselves. Course to the three behind Ren they had no idea what he's talking about. None of them spoke Russian. FEB leans over to the two before whispering, "Do either of you know what the fuck he is talking about?"

"I don't know, I can't speak Russian." Olof said with a shrug. Blake giving a fair nod as well. But then Olof thought about it for a few moments before realizing something, "I have heard that name, Vladimir Nabokov. I think he was a statesman turn reporter who fled during the revolution. Supposedly tried to sum up a return to Russia and democratize it… was assassinated back in 22 at a theater in Berlin."

"Hmm, think the lad is trying to pin the murder of this Russian hack on the prince?" FEB asked only for one of the white Russians to punch the imposter in the face. Soon a brawl begins, Russians fighting Russians, Germans fighting these Russians, and the three watching as the brawl raged on between the White Russians, the one's loyal to the imposter, and the German Organization Consul.

"I think that's a yes." Olof said as he was pulled to the side by Blake as a German nationalist was judo thrown by Ren, with an accompany Wilhelm scream.

The fight raged on between the three factions continued for a few moments before a loud chuckle can be heard. The fighting slowed to a halt as the people in the room turned to where that mad laughter was coming from. Behind them. Two white Russians seem to be laughing hysterically, mostly at the brawl. However it slowly became apparent that something was wrong with them. It was clear that they were possessed, the nail in the coffin to prove it was when they both spoke in unison. "̶̖̥͖̪͊̃̓̿̿̀̃̆̒̾̄̃̃͠W̴̧̛̝͍͇͚̘̩̮͕͖̞͖̬̥̼̓̽̾͐̓̐̓̑̑̎̕̚̚ì̷̡͍͍͇̳̠͇͉̍̊́͋̐̑͌͗̾͘̕ê̵̡̼̦̫̟̪̣̳͙͒̐̃̓̃ ͚̀̒͊̀̄̀̿̽̓́͐͝ļ̶͙̲͉̚e̵̯̤̳̽͛̈̓͗̌͑́͆i̴̝̽̍̾̍̓̑c̷̬̟͈͈͎͖̫̗̱̝̑̏̿͂͆̃h̷̢̨̛̜̳̼̼̲͖̥̠̻̺̉͗͒̈̈́͂̄̕͝ţ̷̫̗̣̖͓̻͒̒̈́̑ͅ ̶̙̼͔͈̗̞̖̳̼̙̗̪̓̄̈́̆k̷̛̮̯̯̥̜̼͗̿̔̑̔̇̏̏͋͊͒a̢̦͎͓͓̜̞ṇ̶̠̱͙̫̄͌̍̿͑̅̕͠ņ̶̧̤̝̭̗̠̮̮̮̲̖̞̩̬́̈̐̽̓̂̓͝ ̶̨̛̛̰̠̺̜̓̀̉̄̑̄͠V̴̻͑̿̍̎e̴̢̡̢̟͓͔̺͇͖̘̱̮̝̐̾͒͒ř̵̢̡̛̛͎̬̮͉͂̔͊͂̿͘͝͝ͅͅṱ̴́̓ȑ̵̨̖͖͐̔̿́̉͌̀̏̈͛͒͂̕a̶̹̦̹̦͒̈́̔̅̂̑͗̅̂̊̋̕͠͠ṷ̵̣̣̻̻̐̈́͌̔͋̂̿̃͗͆̈̇̕ē̴̢̧̠͙̮̰͈̘̥n̷̫͍̍̄͗̎̑́̈́̔͆̈͛͝ ͎̼̈͒̊̾̒̀̈́͆̂̕͠͝b̷̳̭̌͛̓ř̶̛̪͚̬̼̫̩̅̌́̋͛͠e̶͙̙̘̹̩̥̹͓̣͉̓c̵̯̲̹̿́̿̀̈h̵̞̹̼̞͕̭̫͎̅ẹ͚͔̣̪̱̮̝͓̣͕ṋ̨̝͔̖̙͙̞̂,̴͇͍̜̼͍̠̼͈͍̩̗̹͓̲̈́̐̾̂ ̷͇̖̲̠̒̇̉̿̍̀̈̆̿̿̕̚̕͝w̷̺̭͋̍̽̍͊͛̄̄̋̈́͠i̷̢̢̛̛̼͚̮̗̮̼̝̮̝̤̠̒̇̉̒̾̽̇͋̄̀͝è̵̜͔͈͖̞̥̬͇̗́̆͘͜ͅ ̴̨̤̖̘̟͇̣̰͑̎͒́̽͘s̴͚̪̞̻̊c̵̢̲͚͕͑̄͊̕ĥ̡͇͖̗̪̱̣̳̰̘̙͓̀̚̕n̴̛͎̘̠͎̟͉̪͍̲̠̙̞͊́̈́̋̉͆̌̈́͛̿͌͠͝e̴̛̛̛̜̖̳̫̔̃͗̑̐̋̈́́̔̕l̴̛̩̘̥͔̯̳̀̈́͆̽̆͑͂̈́͐͘͝ͅḻ̴̐̈́͋͆̊̿̍̑̇̀̓̕͘̕̚ ̴̢̛͙̦̹̣̜͉͖̹͉̞͌̌̓̔͑͐̂̇̽̽k̷͍̥͔͎̫̤̮̦̺͒͊̓͌̈́̄̀̏̃̑̄a̴̢̘̤̼̪̺͕̖̠̅͆͌n̴͓͕̳̲̜̲̠͉̤̲̘̝̼̓̏̾͂̍̐͂̍̎͊̌n̴̨͓̱̝̫͚̥̭̿͜ ̵̢̢̡̧̢̢͕͖͈̥̥̠̰̟̟̒͂̂́̀̚d̴͈͉͔͍̥̜͕̩̾́ē̴̳̣̬̜̘͚͍̩̘̠͍̆͌̓̔̾̑͊̃̈̀͝r̴̗̞̠̩̥͙̬̟̦̞̊̾̕͜ ̵̰̙̬͔̺̭͍̻͈̗̎Ṁ̴͚̘̹͈̫̘̩́͝͝e̶̖͖͎̜̺̥̥̒͛̿̋̽̕̕ń̵͙̎̆̒̓̃̐͆̿̈́̂͝s̵̫̯͓̺̲̻͖̙̄c̴̲̥̥̙͍͔̣̅͋̎̄̈́̓͋͝ĥ̢̧̥͓̻̇́̽ ̶̬̟͎͖̭̥̥̞́́͑̑̚͝b̖̰̻̘́̍r̴̨̛͚̤̝̟͉̳̠̝̼̼̜͆͘ȩ̴̢̛̛̲͕͔̙͔̳̣̱̜̩͕̜̤̿̌͂͘c̶̥̲̜̼͓͈̐͌̈́̎̋̿̈́͗̕̕̕͝ḩ̶̧͚̤͓̖͇̙͖͇͖̠̐́͆͋͗̃̚̕ͅę̶̡͇̪̠͎̝̱̬̤̦̰̰̖͊̈̈́̈́̀̽͜ṇ͇.̵̡̨̢̦̤̫̻̤̬͖̤͇͙͗̍͒͛͑́̋̕͠ͅ ̨̯̬͚̙͙̉̔̔̓̾͜ͅN̳̙̬̱͈͓͎̳̜̹ụ̫̻̖̼ņ̶̮̰̭̖̮̝̤͐̓̓̇̒̄́̈́͗̂̌̽͝ ̵̢͍̺̘̦̎̽͂͂͒͋̈͌̄̀̚̕͝ͅm̴̡̙̤̘̻̖̩͕̼̰̝̜̀͜ứ̵̭͓̱̼̠̯͈̗̖̹̇̇̂̍́͗̂́̾͘͘s̵͚̯̿̓̏͆͆͌̈́̋̐́̒́͠s̷̡̪̥̺̠̰͔̀̅̿͋̂̀͘ ̴̃̒̎̂͋̕͝ͅȋ̵̥͚̘̦̥̭̤͇̂̈́̄̈́̆̍͒̑́̅̚͝ḫ̨̼̦̞̖̺̟̰̤͚̈ͅȑ̶̢̧̢͓͈̺͍̥͖̜͈̓̆̊̿͌̑̓̈́͐ ̵̡̥̣̬̞͕̣͕͇͚͎̭̼̊̆d̵̬͖̠̤͚̐͛̀̈́̓̋̈̾͌̓̕̕ͅa̷̢̲̭̺̯͕̼͉̲̱͓̹̩̅͛̿̃͐̊̇̓͐̕̚ş̴̠̞͉͍̳͚̪̣̦͎͕̠̈́͐͋̍̋͐̏̔̈̐̓͊̋̕͝ ̵̞̣̤̦̲̲͐̉̊̚͠F̵̡̨̥̪͍̜͇͎̻̺̃͐̾͜ả͓̟̰̻̘͙̤͇̳̗͔̄͐̆͒̉̚s̶͔̬̩͍̻̾̉̂̿͝t̵̨̝̠̤̞͉̻̝̩̣̗̦̤͐̈́̃̿͗̈̌̽̑̈́͗̍̾̿̈ẽ̶̥̖̯̟̫͎̘̗͕̟̬́͑̏̓̆̓͘ṅ̷̢̢̨̖̟͍̫̂͘͜͝͠ ̵̻̥̒͐͆̔̓̅͋̈́̈́͗͘͘͠ͅg̷̡̪̘̀̀̽̑̚ę̷͍̳̝͖̳̰͉̹͎̈́̎b̷̡̛̯͙̠̞̼̲̣̲͕̺̳̜̺̊̈́̃̆̔̋̋͐̕r̡͔͔̝͉͔̲͈̳̯͉̟͓͈̀́̈́͑͜ò̴̡̨̩͖̪̣͔͕͕̺͈̗̈͊͘ͅc̶̡͓͙̞̝̗̰̟͍̘̺̤̹̮͙̓h̷̛̛̞̩̞̩̞̾̇̈́̅̒̈̂̀͂͐̅͠ê̼̹̤͙͙̭̲̙̟̈́n̶̡̧̤̝̩̭̬͚̰̥̬̦̲̣̼̔̆͂͛̈̒̌̓͂́͘ ̢̣̱̲͓͚̌̆͑̆ẇ̵̢̢̢͕͉̺̪͈͉͇̝͓͕͇͠ȩ̴̜̮̻̮̮̪͊̾̓̕r̶̛̬̲̜̮͍̳̲̦͋̓̔̿̕͝d̶̙̹̲̪͇̘͇̖̼̝͔͈̋̈̏̑̅͌̍̍͜͜͝͝ͅe̵̼͛͌̿͗͆ṅ̷͖̼̐̃̐̿͗͆̕̕͘!̢̢̦͔̞̪͚̩"̵̧̮̞̾̋͛̔

The two then mutated, one with multiple arms appearing from the torso like a spider, each of those fingers were long and slender like a tentacle with accompany suction cups. The other sprouted multiple arms and legs with his entire face covered in eyes. Before anyone could draw a gun on them, the multi armed and legged white Russian vomited a stream of projectile vomit at the group, giving time for the spider like one to rush up the walls towards the Dutchess Room. There were screams to stop it but the Russians and Germans were stopped by other possessed who kicked, punched, and vomited at them till Ren Cut off his limbs and slit the throat of the possessed. Yet it was to late, the possessed spider like Russian had broken into the door, only to be sent flying back with a loud gun shot. Another shot followed up and the possessed Russian fell off the railing and onto the ground. Out of the hallway and looking over was Detective Hooker with his revolver in hand.

He holsters his gun before looking down at the group bellow. After a few moments he finally spoke up, "Can't leave you guys alone for five minutes… can I?"

Nobody respond, either due to nobody speaking English or a sense of dread, but soon came a small chuckle. It was from the possessed Russian Hooker had shot. Looking down, the back of the head moved as a face seems to be pressing out of the back of the skull, It looked up at the gathered crowed around it. The face was all too familiar to them, even under the skin it was clearly visible Großmann. Pushing out a bit, his eyes turned over and begins whispering words to mock them. "Glaubst du wirklich, dass sie in Sicherheit ist... Glaubst du wirklich, dass irgendjemand in Sicherheit ist? Ich war der Bauer, jetzt bin ich die Hand. Bei diesem Spiel entscheide ich, welche Stücke ich nehme und welche ich behalte. Meine Türme sollen deine Ritter sein, meine Königin soll deine Läufer sein. Also genieße deine magere Siegerin ... sie soll mir gehören und wer weiß ... vielleicht sind es deine Hände, die die Hure erledigt haben!" (Do you really think she is safe... do you really think anybody is safe? I was the pawn now I am the hand. On this game I decide which pieces I take and which I keep. My rooks shall be your knights, my queen shall be your Bishops. So enjoy your meager victor... she shall be mine and who knows... might be your hands who done the whore in!)

Großmann begins laughing manically and tauntingly before Blake released the corpse of it's head, causing it to slide along before going still. The words of Großmann while vile and cryptic rang an undisputed truth. Nowhere is safe from this murderous spiritual butcher. Großmann could possess anyone at random. Or was there some method to this. Regardless of how even if they knew the time to identify would take to long. So, with a heavy sigh, the imposter Shabelsky Bork whispered something into Organization Consul leaders ear. He gives a nod before he turns to Ren, Blake, Olof, FEB, and shortly arriving Hooker.

"You five… with me." He said as he heads to a nearby table. With nothing else they do as they were asked. At the table, Shabelsky Bork begins writing something down. "The Demon… is all powerful but it did not take into account one detail. Tommorow is the morning of the Solstice. Now while rude of you to reveal who I am. I freely admit I am a member of the Sovereign Order of St. John. We are descendants of the original Knights Hospitaller. In our order we have a ritual from our days of dealing with the unholy. It should work especially now. Tell me, Herr Killinger is not the day of the Solstice a day of banishment?"

The Head of the Organization Consul gives a nod to Shabelsky Bork who took that into consideration. "Then I propose a two pronged attack upon this vile spirit. You five are to enact this ritual while Herr Killinger's operators preforms a blood sacrifice. This way we ensure the eradication of this spirit once and for all."

"Blood ritual? Doesn't sound very Cristian… actually maybe my old Baptist preacher may be right about the Catholics if that's true." Detective Hooker said, jokingly of course. Though his old preach was a mean one.

"Da, but for clarity I'm orthodox… now putting aside you Yankee's dribble sense of il-time humor, this ritual predates Christianity." As he begins writing this down, Ren seemed lost in thought before walking away to go find a telephone. Only Detective Hooker seemed to notice. The group waited with some anticipation on what the imposter was writing, after a few moments he stands up with the instructions. "Now, for this to work it will require two things. An object of deep attachment and this ritual must be done under an open sky."

"I think I have an idea for a place we can do it. Does it have to be entirely open? Cause I think a sky window shouldn't count." Detective Hooker asked.

"Maybe I don't know. If it has great importance to the spirit then go ahead but it must be outside. We only have one night as the ritual begins at Midnight." Shabelsky Bork answeres.

Baron Kleist's then pulls out his pocket watch, frowning as he see's the time. "That's thirty minutes from now."

"Alright, and along with it you will need an item of great emotion. A fetish if you will. Can you think of any that can be accessed in less time?" Shabelsky Bork asked. The group goes silent as they didn't have any ideas. Just then Ren walked back over and grabbed Blake. Reaching into her robes before pulling out the doll she grabbed back at Großmann garden shed.

"This will do. We found it hidden among Großmann things." Ren proclaimed with the object.

"I don't wish to even think what that was used for… so it's more than sufficient." Shabelsky Bork said with some discuss in his voice about the doll. The Imposter then hands Detective Hooker the instructions written, while the Baron pulls out a set of keys to his personal Horch Sedan. Handing it off to Olof. "Timing is of great Importance gentlemen and women. Let us be rid of this thing once and for all."

Taking this the group gives a nod before heading towards the elevator. Descending it, the group walked out onto the streets of Berlin. As Olof goes to find a car, the group begins to debate amongst themselves.

"The Feck is this shite? I don't even know what the hell is a Gesture Cervus is?" FEB said as he points out on the instructions.

"It symbolic of the will to disperse beings. I'll teach you it when we are there." Ren responds to FEB inquire. "Though where exactly were you thinking Detective?"

"I'll tell show you. For now we got bigger things to worry about… like just who did you made that phone call to." Detective Hooker said as he put's his hand on his revolver.

"… What do you think your doing?" Ren asked as he slowly get's into a defensive stance.

"Since I met you, you seem rather knowledgeable on certain facts. I'm awfully suspicious on how a boy such as yourself was able to get into a private expedition with a ring belonging to a dead man, speak in multiple languages with little effort, looking to gain entrance into communist Russia, and has an interesting set of hardware." Detective Hooker listed off as he looked Ren dead in the eye. Clearly he did some research on Ren. And this did not paint him in the best light.

"There are some things that can't be explained, Detective. Of everyone here I though an agent of Blackwood would fully understand that." Ren remarks.

"Well… try and understand this then." Detective Hooker said as he pulled his gun on Ren, and he too in return pulled his pistol at him. Both barrels pressing up against there heads. Itching to pull the trigger first.

"Oh for the love of, we don't have time for this cowboy-cunt bullshite!" FEB said as he got between the two with Blake.

"Agreed, we need to keep a level head here and stop this spirit once and for all." Blake said in agreement.

"See, even the lass is making more sense then yo…" Before FEB could finish he had to do a double take. Looking over at Blake with wide eye he remarks; "Wait… did… did you just spoke"

The two noticed this as well and begin lowering their guns. Looking at Blake with a mixture of shock and concern. Seeing their reactions she quickly responds, "Yeah… I did. What does this have to do with anything."

"Everything." Ren adds as he grabs FEB and slowly pulls him away from Blake as Detective Hooker takes a step back as well. "Blake… is a mute."

Blakes eye widen at this as she noticed the three were beginning to slowly move away from Blake, she gives a chuckle fainting a fluke or an ill time joke but it was clear… his cover was blown. Giving a sigh, Blake spoke in a low and multi voice tone as the scene goes dark. "Ṉ̷̥̰͇͖̘͎͇̼̞̹̝̲̙͕̽͆a̴̧͉̪̗̮͔͕̗̭̋̿̍̊̃͆̾́̀̃͆͐͜͠͝͝ ̴̨̧̨̢̧͙͍̜̺͍̬͖͇́̓̈́̿͂͒̈́͑͑͜͝j̶̢͓̣͉̭͚͕́̓͛͑͐̎͗͌͋̽̔̓̚ȁ̷̢̧͎̤͓̳̫͈̙͆̊͒̍͊̈̄͑̏͆͋̄͠.̷͚̭̝̘̔̀̅͊.̷̧̢̜̮̦̜̗̗͎̳̘͖̆̉̆͑́̈́̃̾͐̃̏̄̽.̶̡̗̼̳̤̗̤̭̰͕̐͌̀͊̒͜͠ ̴̡̬̖̩̪͓͓̍͝d̛̠̯̙͖̭̯̈̐̍̓̎͗̽̿̀͐̈́͝͝ͅâ̶̢̪͎̼͎̟̖͜ś̵̨̤͓̣̣͕̹̉̉͊̐͑͗̔͒̊͘̕ ̷̛͍̲͛̒̅͛͐̌̀̏ḩ̶̢̢̛̜͈̙͔͕̼̱̭͇͕͖͒̽́̍̕͜͝ḁ̷͎̺̭̦̹̘̙͉͙͖̯̘͍̅̄̂̀̔̒̓̉̇̌̂̏͜t̡̪̼͔̼̬̭̫̗̙͕͕̹̉̽̒̐̊ͅ ̴̥̣̠̺͉̈́Ś̶̡̡͔̞̤͖̰͕͓̼̥͉̼̋͒͛͂̎̈͋̀͗͝͝͝ṕ̵̨̭̳͔a̴̱͕̲̖͕̥̹̭͇͛̍̈́̈͂̀̃͑̈͒͑͂̄̀͜ß̡̮̮̟̫͖̞̬͍͓͕̱̋̃͋̄̓̄̌̑̎̂̕͘͝ ̷̰͎̫̲̭̭̭̻͍̹̙̟̗̔̎̓̀̒̈́͗̈͗̇̄͜͝ͅg̶̣̹̭̙̮̣͋̄͘e̶̞̥͙͔̲̳̯̠̣͖͕͍̽̂͌̌̆̊̀̅̐̈́͗̒̽̈́͘m̦͈̠͙̲̞̰̃̌̌̽̒̄͆̆̾͋̓͌̀̚a̵̢̧͍̙̯̬̯̦̺̹̭͇͔͙̣̾̊͌̇̄̄̕̕c̖̗͎̠̼̖͕͔̪̥̹͎̉́ͅḧ̶̨͖͓̘̠́̉̒̍̑̿̔̑̎̂̚͜ṭ̋̎̈́̆̌͂͠.̴̨͈̳͔͍̮͙̦̠̹͐́͊͜ ̶̮̅̐̀͜A̴͗̅̒̎̏̎̇̂̅́̚̕̕͜͠͝b̴̧̲̠̠͕̘̘͍̝̬̄̄̂̀̄̾e̫͚̯̯̋̔̊̆͘r̶̡̼̭̼͓̊̒́̍̽̃̂̈̐͒̍͒́̌͘ͅ ̴̧̫̫͍͙̙̦͓͚̬͕͙͙̍̈́͑́͛̓̕͜͝͝j̨̗̭̙̗̥̉͗͆̆̉ē̷̡̛̠̺̮͕̝̙̯̬̟̟͙͖͖͆̃̍t̵̘͙̗̙̲̅͌̑͑͜͝z̴̨̧̛͔̪̱̘̓̂̀̀̉̈́͌͒́͝͠t̵̢̲̦̩̘̐ ̵̧̘͍̲̥̭̮̳͇̜̯̥̒̅̄͊̀̈́ͅȉ̷̭̺̲͈͙̠̯̣̱͚́̾̎̆s̴͈̰͍͈̠̣̳̏̇̃̚ţ͈̦̹̠̦̜͓̈̄̈̾́̀̍̏̑͊̕ ̷̛̺̅͗̇̌͋̆͋͠͠ê̵̢̠̳͕̞̥̱͉̗͖̗̟̄͒̄͆ͅs̶̡̡͙͍̺̻͖̠̼̯̩̮̃̿̚ ̴̢̘̭͓̝̱̣̟̎͋̂̽̐́̎̈́̌̅͝Z̴͉̗̟̤͛̈́̿̐̏́̅̄̇͒̇é͔̰̺̰͓̥͖͍̬̥͇͎̮̋̋́͛̈́̇̕ǐ̶̝̻t̷̝̩͕̠̘̲̮̙̽̂̇͊̽̓́ ̷̧͇̯͕̼̹̭̌̀͂̂̑͂̋͝ẓ̡̣̳̻̭̦̈u̷̢͖̩̞̪̖̎̏͆̀͗̉̓̉͒̈́̒͜ ̵̧̨̣͓̳̠̜̗̠̗̳̦̔̀̂̽͜ṣ̷̢̛̭̹̺̘͉͔̝̖̗̔̾͆̚t̵̬̪̜̲̘̀̂͘͜͜ȇ̷̢͉͙̦͔͋́͌̕r̶̺̝͕͂̄͐̆̆͌̿̿͜͝b̴̦̞̺͙̲̝̋e̵͓̔̂͑͒n̴̪͚͍̥̻̹͕̽̋.̷͎̥̱̳̹̀̎͐̈́̌̄̍̽̐̓̿͊̽͝͠"

The scene opens up on a 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 a small table made the Queen in red can be seen drinking the bloodiest of Chateau Lafite 1869. As she drank she noticed the audience leering at her well-endowed curves. "Grüße ihr Kleinen, I am your host for now, the renown and mysterious Red Queen. Tonight's episode has been, well interesting compared to the boring prior chapter of lengthy conversation. I must say Großmann gives your version of Deadite a run for there money… shame we can't see Renny mutilate and reattached a chainsaw to his missing limb, as your Kohle Maske would put it. It would have been… "Groovy" but alas we must settle in for the wait as the final pieces of Großmann game are now in play. So till we do this tango again I shall read your questions and comments."

She then pulls some red evolved letters and begin reading them off.

Aus Carre: 1A. Your most certainly welcome mortal.

1.B Oh, don't be shy, after all. (*Inside your mind* I can hear all those nasty little thoughts on my breasts you have in there.)

2A. Yes… I once had some servants try and steal his power beneath the Sphinx… didn't work obviously.

2B. No, these are normal garden ghomes. From what I'm able to understand he took them from peoples gardens as a meager act of spite.

2C. Oh she will, she's going to be the second fluent speaking person of team RWBY…. Maybe the third if we count the others.

3. Try and run little man… I'll be in your dreams.

Danke für's schreiben Carre

Aus Black Cross0: Hmm, Yes, very impressive… for a human.

Well, we now know why she's doing it… granted she was always a pervert. Seems now she'll be more honest about it.

Oh, you flirt. But in truth I'm simply here to watch the entertainment of you mortals. It's has been amusing for some time. And now we are to see the climax… hmm, do wonder how they can get around not killing their friend.

Danke für's schreiben Black Cross 0

Aus FastestFuninTheWest: Any last words? or will you prefer to remain the strong and silent type… emphasis on the very silent kind.

Danke für's schreiben FastestFuninTheWest

Aus Crimson Weresloth: Bad? Darling… there is no such thing. Such a human concept. Hmm, yes do keep sending me the Nuns… my daughter Ilyth'la loves playing with nuns.

Danke für's schreiben Crimson Weresloth.

"Well this was fun, especially that ending. Please do a small favor for me. Maybe I'll even reward you for it. Favor and Follow this queer little story that has you all intrigue. Leave a comment so I can satisfy your desire with my charming voice of wonder. Till we meet again, Í̺̦̹̞̭̯̩̯̗̝̰̻͎̺̿̃̃̓̐͋͌̕̕c̵̢̢̨̛̰͚̲̫̺̫̽̋͂̈́́̑̇̅͆́̈́̌͑͝ẖ̵̨̣͙̗͍̹̹̲͊̀̎́̑̒̈́̋̂̀̓̐͝ ̻̂̅͂̚̕w̵̢͔̙̥͓̼̗̣̟̥̲̬̤͋̓͂̆͛̑̓̑̄̆̿̓̃̕͜͜ü̴̢͈̼͖̦͂̌̿͝ŗ̴̧͖̊̌̽̽͐̌̚ḑ̵̧̮̙͚͉͇͔̤͙͓͆̐́e̴̱̮͍̞̺̩̮̰̬̜̔̒̐̎̅̾̓̕͜͝ͅ ̧̡̛̫͕̣̥̣̣̼̈̎͊͆͘͘ͅd̶̛͔̽́̃̀̈́̓͛̋̈́̀̚͘͘͠ē̷̻̲̉i̵̞̳͋̇̉͒͊̋̔̇̓̃̕n̴̯͊̎͋̾̏̇̍̈́̆͒͒̂̌̾e̴̦̫͚͖̬̞͚̮̙̱̩̫͙̪̓͂̄̽̈́̉̇̉͌̓̄́̓̕͜ ̴̼̮͉̩̃͐̓̊́̆̈́̀̄͒͐S̫̉è̵̯̪̮̗̭̠͈̒̑͐͑̽͊̉̆̍͗̈́̕͝ȩ̶͇͖̘͉̣͖̙̎̇̀̏̾̽̃͌l̵̢̖̫̝͖͎̖̜͎̼̖̰̄̿̀͐̊̊̅̈́͆̎ĕ̷̢̗̆͗̐̇́͠n͇̫̩̪̟̬̝̼͚̥ ̶̨̞̭̤̼̮̟̠̓l̶̡̛̙̣̖̯̣͙̦̠̖͈͈̊̌̄̀͒̽̈́̔̂̈́͠į̴̡͍͇̱̼̳̣͖̹̠̐͗͒̉͒́͊͆̈̎̑͒́̚͠e̷͖̍̈̂͐̐͊͐͝b̢̡̛͇͉̮͓̜̣̮̆͆̇̽̌̔̇̎̈́͜ḙ̵̳͇̣̌͌̔̔ǹ̶̡̹̜̬̟̣͚̹̞̥̄̎͛̄͝͠ͅ.