"Remind me why I'm following you again?" Blake asked.

"Well, we had a fight which ended abruptly, thanks to there being much higher stakes, so I wanna fight for real this time." Spen said.

"So this is irrelevant, right?"

"Of course not. Every fight has got its meaning you know."

"You've been meaning to fight me since the day I met you."

"Yep."

"Why."

"Because, I like to fight. Besides, hearing that you're the son of an Alderwolf makes it even better. More stuff to learn."

Blake didn't reply. He wanted to be left alone so badly. In the first place, besides his name, he didn't know anything about him. He wasn't a part of the Shield, that was for sure. To make things worse he was a hollow user. Another red flag. Not to mention he was also one reason why he hadn't reached Rebecca Stone in time. But he acted like this wasn't his problem. It wasn't but then...

"Why did you try to stop me back then?" Blake asked.

"It was pointless. Duh." Spen replied, "You going to 'save' a half-breed was all laughable in the first place. Not to mention that you were only doing it on a guess, while some have had years to try and separate them only to fail."

"It could have worked."

"But it didn't, did it?" Spen said, glancing at Blake. "I'm not that much of an expert, but you have a vast pool of licht energy and you barely use it. But you were losing most of it back there just trying to revert her and there was still nothing. Why, you pissed?"

"Y...yeah."

"Good. Welcome to this side of the world. It ain't fair. Never is."

"Is this the place?" Blake asked.

"Yes." Spen said, opening the door. "Why, you hate it?"

"I was kidnapped and brought here."

"Perfect then."

The two walked into the spacious room. Everything seemed to have been cleaned up by the mercenaries. The Shield was probably delaying coming here till everything else was sorted out.

"Shall we then?" Spen said, bringing out his black claw.

Blake sighed as he took position.

"Hold on, where's your dagger?" Spen asked, his black claw dissipating.

"I dropped it."

"Seriously?!"

"What?"

"Come on! Idiota! Why would you do that?!"

"In my defense, I was not in the right state of mind."

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"You're an Inquisitor for crying out loud!"

"Don't need to remind me. I know that much."

Spen began to pace up and down, covering his face with his hands. "Fine then. We'll use our fists."

"Tch!"

"Oh, I see." Spen teased, "Just cus one guy is inconvenienced doesn't mean I'm going to lay off his back."

"Whatever, just don't go crying when I beat you."

"Ha. We'll see."

The two took their stances, their auras flairing up.

"[What do we have here?!]"

Blake and Spen stood frozen where they stood. They slowly turned to see a tall black and white figure towering over them.

"[A banquet and a side dish]" The half-breed said, "[This would be my lucky day]"

It was colder than usual today. Even the usual cigarette that kept his body warm, while killing him slowly, was useless here. The man scratched his beard, pulling the cap on his head down. What a cruel job.

Unlike most countries, Russia wasn't a part of the United Nations, although their great family still was part of their decision making. Which meant that the Shield had no jurisdiction here. Unfortunately, that didn't mean that they couldn't come here, especially when that Shield agent in particular was also a member of the great families.

Godfrey Niflheim, one of the four majors of the Shield and a member of the house of Niflheim. He was tall and lanky, with pale blue hair and cyan eyes. The cold winds of the Artic didn't seem to bother him, which was to no surprise.

He stood further away from the man, with a few Shield agents examining the corpse of a white daemon which had been taking out by the man and his comrades. He stood still, not even flinching at the sight of the frozen blood splattered all over, or the torn bodies.

"When did this happen?"

"As I already informed your guys, it was this morning." He responded, irritated. "We can handle this ourselves."

"So can we."

"We have jurisdiction in these parts. I do not care if your from the Lionhart family or whatever."

"Well you will just have to watch then."

"I have a name. Its Evsei Ivankov."

"And I do not care." Godfrey said. "Lets wrap this all up. This operation is now a Shield operation by the order of the Niflheim family."

"над нашими трупами! (Over our dead bodies}" A man close to Evsei shouted. Evsei, however stopped him.

"Let them. But no pictures of the bodies of our comrades."

"They are evidence."

"They are our comrades."

Godfrey groaned. "I don't care."

"You should though." A female voice said from behind him, "It'll help a lot."

The woman was as tall as he was, having short gray hair and brown eyes. She wore a long red coat with a white x on the side, escorted by two other inquisitors, who wore the same attire, only black. Her name was Alyssa Zola; the All-Knowing Prime.

"This is their jurisdiction after all." She said.

"This isn't yours though." Godfrey replied, clearly agitated. "You may leave. We have this under control."

"Really? Well, Edgar Lionharte also gave us permission to be here, that as well as this." She said, as she showed a disc to Godfrey and then to Evsei. Evsei nodded his head, telling his other comrades something. Godfrey grunted.

The symbol was a backward N with a slanted a z in its center, the symbol for the Vlazerncroft house. With this, the inquisition could do as they pleased. Alyssa beamed at Godfrey and walked past him, moving towards the fallen daemon. She avoided the corpese of the men which were being wrapped up by the russian soldiers.

"What's the carbon dating on the daemon?" Alyssa asked the shield agents.

"We don't take orders from you." The Shield agent replied.

Alyssa shook her head. "Regina."

One of the inquisitors immediately rushed to her side, taking out a small black box. She took two plugs from it and plunged it into the hard skin of the daemon. She waited as she looked at the screen of the black box.

"Wow." She exclaimed in horror. "This daemon is old, like 14th century old."

"Huh?" The shield agent cried in shock.

"Thought daemon like that were all killed." Godfrey said.

"An assumption in theory alone." Alyssa replied. "We're done here. Lets go."

Regina packed up the box and began to walk away. So did the other inquisitor.

"That's it huh? As expected, you really do only do the bare minimum." Godfrey said.

"Well, at least my bare minimum makes you look like an imbecile."

"Tch."

As soon as Alyssa began to walk away, the daemon's hand reached out and grabbed her leg. Alyssa stopped, turning to see that the daemon was alive.

[The march has began. The march of Sins.] It said. It immediately collapsed again, dead.

Alyssa stood rooted to the spot, shocked.

"What did it mean by that." Godfrey asked, stepping closer.

Alyssa closed her eyes.

"Just another war going to happen all over again."