In an orphanage.

"What do you want, Klein Hielms? The First Hunter?" The masked woman said, "If you don't leave right now, then I'll have to shoot. My musket is designed to shoot out bullets in a 3 meter range, even if you want to dodge, the only way to do so is to fly which you obviously could not do."

A crow masked woman aimed her musket from above towards an old man that was sitting on a table, with a lunchbox on his hand. Beside him were a large sword like lance as well as a pistol that was awfully large for it to be one.

The old man gulped down the food on his mouth before taking out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. He then proceeded to stand up, placing down the lunchbox as well as his utensils, he looked at the woman and the countless children behind her and let out a kind smile.

"Why hello there, young lady. I presume you are Hunter Crow? You have quite a lot of children in this orphanage, do you do hunting work to pay for their expenses?"

The woman narrowed her eyes and warned again, "Stop the bullcrap, Klein Hielms. Tell me, what do you want?"

The old man let out a chuckle as he pointed at the children, "Those children, they are from the outside."

The woman aimed her musket towards his head and nodded her head, "Yes. Why do you ask?" Crows started landing on the porches of the building, looking at the old man with ferocity in their small red eyes.

The old man looked at the children looking at him with innocent eyes and looked at the woman in pity before shaking his head, he took out a picture of a certain man and said, "Have you seen this man from somewhere?"

A white citadel filled with flowers everywhere.

A white haired woman clad in a white robe that was inlaid with golden and red linings, a cross(X) on her back painted in gold, she was singing a soft melody towards a large glass painting with the moon dyed red in the center of the painting. Her soft and soothing voice echoed all over the citadel, the priests, nuns, paladins and such listened to such soothing voice that they couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, "Praise the Crimson Moon for blessing us with such a heavenly saintess."

A nun nodded her head and clasped her hands together, "Indeed, Father Joss. The Crimson Moon gave us such a wonderful and benevolent saintess to lead our parish. If only the Saintess would accept the marriage proposal from the Holy Pope, after all, their ages are just the same."

The priest let out a sigh too, he looked out of the window and stared at the moon, which was gray in color like always and prayed, "Oh, Crimson Moon. When will your inevitable return come? Your servants are in dire need of your wisdom to stop this decaying world from crumbling."

Within the citadel, back to where the white robed woman was.

The woman let out a soft whisper, "Oh, My Crimson Moon. Did you like my song? I made it myself, I dearly hope that it will be to your fancy. If I may be so bold, can I ask how I can save this crumbling world? How do I stop these beasts from ever infecting my people?"

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A small tube of violet liquid appeared in her hand as a red hand softly pointed towards a certain direction, the woman looked at the violet tube then to the direction that the hand pointed and softly asked, "Are you saying that I can find the solution if I head into that direction?"

She then looked at the hand that was now caressing her soft pale white cheeks as it's thumb pressed on her lips, tentacles slowly rose from the glass and went under her robes, she let out a moan as she felt her private place being invaded and touched. She blushed and grabbed the tentacles with her pale hands, "My body is wholeheartedly yours, my Crimson Moon. Along with my mind and soul."

The hand entered 2 fingers inside her mouth and rubbed itself on her tongue, she let out a moan as the doors locked. Leaving only her in the center and darkness around, with the only source of light was the red moon on the glass. All of the sudden, countless smiling, tall, faceless creatures appeared in the darkness. They looked at the woman in glee as they stayed hidden, the woman, not knowing that someone was watching, continued her blasphemy in pleasure as the God that she was worshipping tainted her pale white body with its red ink that slowly created strings on her neck.

A large throne room.

A curtain covered the place where the throne was located, it made it so that the only possible way of peeking inside without touching the curtains were above. Many knights wearing armors with clothes that was flexible and comfortable to move around were kneeling on one knee towards throne.

A bony hand shifted the curtain and was grabbed by a woman who looked like a maid. She gently helped the person stand up from their throne before three dolls appeared from the darkness and helped the person in robes.

The robed person looked at the man who had many scars on his body and said, "Arshavin. My only general, why is it that you seek audience with me? You know that my body cannot handle this much movement. If you wanted to talk, we could do so in my bedroom where I can rest."

Arshavin, the general, bowed his head deeper in respect and admiration as well as a little pity and sadness for his ruler. "I am sorry, your highness, but an important guest awaits you outside these doors."

The ruler looked at the door, the shining golden crown that was aged rest atop their head. The ruler sat down in the throne that the three dolls pushed from inside the curtain. They curiously looked towards the door and anticipated what was going to happen but the woman in a maid outfit saw them and signaled them to get out. The three dolls that looked like children softly let out a mechanical sigh before disappearing into the darkness.

"I see." The ruler says.

"Open these doors. Let me see the important person that im going to meet." The ruler let out a soft chuckle as the doors burst open, the many knights and even Arshavin took out their swords and aimed it at the person that kicked the door open.

A woman appeared from the door, she wore a top hat donned with large colorful feathers on her head. She wore a leather coat and a dress shirt underneath, a brown slacks as well as black leather boots. The woman looked at the ruler and pointed her rifle towards them as the general and the knights immediately reacted and made a massive flesh wall to shield them.

The woman let out a chuckle, her short black hair tied into a small ponytail behind her, the bags and the amounts of creases on her face shows that she was at her fifties. She must have been a beauty in her past as even when she looked like a middle aged woman, she was still beautiful regardless. The woman looked at the ruler and said, "The King of Arkvem is hiding behind their guards. Why don't you show yourself before i do the bloodshed."

The ruler looked at the woman and said in a tired tone, "I see, the guest was The Lady, Marivic Desmond herself. What brings you into my humble palace?"

The woman grinned and said, "Just a few wines. As well as a few monsters."