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Fantasy Herrschers: Hell's Retriever

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Khocolatte

ココラッテ~
THE DEVIL'S BLOODHOUND
MORGIANA AINSWORTH
Location: Lexington City, Elysia
September 13, 1790

Under the night sky, a blue moon emitted a soft beam of light upon the rows of neatly stacked boxes that lay throughout the warehouse, casting a myriad of shadowy silhouettes where the smug brunette would be able to hide her shadow. The woman had been at the meeting spot for a little longer than a half hour now, occasionally having glanced at her wristwatch as time dragged on. She drew a deep sigh. Morgiana expected her partner to have been more punctual with his arrival, especially with him being a faction leader and whatnot. Guess he couldn't be bothered to leave a good first impression, although as his longtime associate, this would not affect Morgiana very much.

Growing impatient of waiting, she took out a cigarette and a lighter, repetitively running her thumb against the wheel as she used her unoccupied hand to cover the small fire that erupted from its nozzle. She then sucked on the cigar, gathering as much smoke into her system as she possibly could before heaving another sigh. What a waste of time, she thought.

After no more than five minutes did a figure finally step into view, shrouded by the hazy mist as they had entered the building. The shadow that stretched under the individual had seemed rather small for its distorted shape. Had she really overestimated how tall Alistair was, or was it just because of the distance between them? It was quite difficult to tell.

Nonchalantly, the femme fatale revealed herself, stepping out from behind the items that hid her presence. However, she had not expected a maid, of all others, to have entered such a lonesome, secluded place. It was a mistake to think the warehouse would not have taken in the interest of others, especially at night. It was a mistake she had not accounted for.

"Oh?" Attempting to portray herself as a civilian with nothing to hide, Morgiana resists her urge to return to the shadows. As she focuses her attention on the maid, she drops what remains of her cigarette onto the floor out of courtesy and quickly smothers it into bits, staining the heels of her pumps with orange-burnt cinders and chalky ash.

"... and what is a cute little mouse like you doing wandering around these parts, dear?"
"You know... It's not safe to be here during the dark hours of night. Are you perhaps lost, by any chance?"
 
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Yukitera

worldmaker doge
HERRSCHERS: HELL'S RETRIEVER — TRACK II — BETWEEN TWO WOLVES
SENTINEL RAVENGUARD
JOSALYN CRAWFORD
Location: Lexington City, Elysia
The further Josalyn would tread into the abandoned warehouse under the evening sky, the louder her footsteps echoed throughout the construction, followed by the sound of metal clashing against another on the fabric of her clothes. Her weapons tightly sealed on her tactical vest, Josalyn ceased her movement after making herself known to the demon in front of her, letting the moonlight shine across their figures as she introduced herself—even though the two knew each other fairly decently.

"Your play of ignorance is rather insulting, but the Devil speaks no truths—as the church likes to drag on."

A red pill was situated on her lips, a sign that a Sentinel Ravenguard came prepared for the intention of battle and spilling blood across the arena. The Manalizer, as one would come to know it after fighting against a Sentinel Ravenguard in the past. The pill grants its user a more consistent flow of mana throughout their bloodstream, bestowing them with persistent storage of mana that can last them hours on a battlefield. An expensive magical drug designed by the government of Syltaris Imperium for the purpose of bolstering their soldiers with the strength and stamina required to defeat all foes and armies.

"It's been a while since I've shared the same atmosphere with the wielder of an Artifact—I'm stoked, really. Those zealot-priests of the Vatican doesn't really like us Ravenguards playing with their toys—but who can blame us, honestly? It's not every day that you're assigned a mission to liquidate an Archfiend, hmph."

Josalyn bit onto the Manalizer and allowed the abhorrent taste of the pill to go down her throat, almost instantly causing her body to emit a menacing amount of aura, covering even her weapons. With no doubt, Morgiana would feel the change in the environment. Her imposing presence would be enough to scare off any ordinary criminals. But Josalyn knew better than to expect her opponent to back out.

"A fair battle between two women of integrity—I swear my word to the Divine Emperor that this conflict shall not be interrupted by allies. For death awaits one of us by the end of this dread of night, I shall load my rifles with the intention of disintegrating my enemy."

 
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Khocolatte

ココラッテ~
THE DEVIL'S BLOODHOUND
MORGIANA AINSWORTH
Location: Lexington City, Elysia

The idea of the albino maiden grimacing in disgust as she spat her bitter remark, visibly annoyed by Morgiana's existence, made her smirk in amusement. Such hostility would only fester the darksoul's desire to see Josalyn on her knees as she would desperately struggle to rise to her feet—a display of futile persistence that made the obsidian-haired woman want to laugh. However, Josalyn knew better than to show Morgiana that she had power over her emotions, which only made Morgiana wish to see them even more.

"I'm touched to hear that you would compare me to such a powerful character, darling," she exclaimed, "but I was hoping that someone worth my time would show up... You, unfortunately, do not fall into that category."

She saw the pill that the monacle-wearing maiden had ingested, followed by the amount of mana that surged through her body and weapons at once, slightly intrigued by its flow. However, to be used upon someone so ordinary...

"What a waste. Oh, did I say that out loud? My mistake! I hope you're not offended," she chuckled, standing still as she carefully awaited her partner to take the first step in their dance for two.

"I was honestly hoping your little friends could join us! As the saying goes, 'the more, the merrier'. It would be a shame for me not to be able to see them grovel in submission, but at least I have you I can count on, right?"

Morgiana's eyes gleamed as she fantasized about the ways she would be able to torture the soul, almost becoming overridden with ecstasy. However, she attempted to contain her excitement by biting onto her bottom lip and placing her fingers over her weapon as she anticipated the Ravenguard's first move. Although the idea of seeing her enemies writhe in agony was tempting, she would have to remember the reason for her appearance by the warehouse. She had to focus on the mission, and to do that, she had to win the battle.
 

Yukitera

worldmaker doge
SENTINEL RAVENGUARD
JOSALYN CRAWFORD
Location: Lexington City, Elysia
Her sadistic grin unnerved the battlemaid. From her presumptuous attitude to their sadistic remarks, she knew this criminal well and yet—their personality was enough to agitate her. How noble of the bloodhound to allow her the privilege of the first strike. If that's how the demon wanted it to be, the battlemaid could not disregard her code. Formulate and strike the target, and then discombobulate their senses.

"Hilarious." Josalyn scoffed, finding the demon's words to be rather pretentious. "You unlawful hellions really do like to play with your personalities, don't you? Especially the Forefather's Artifact wielders—you all seem to share the characteristics of that of a sadistic maniac. But I won't speak any further of it, considering my commander doesn't like me expressing concerns for her fellow brethren."

Without context to help aid Morgiana understand what Josalyn meant at the end of her dialogue, the white-haired battlemaid unloaded the safety lock of her rifles with the intention to kill, officially beginning the fruition of the battle that was going to end in blood puddles over the abandoned warehouse. As the manalizer inside her began to manifest an even greater power overtime, Josalyn aimed her weapon and fired without a seconds hesitation, its bullet traveling at a supersonic speed.

Josalyn prepared her other rifle and equipped a holy bayonet using her overwhelming mana as the catalyst, enhancing her physical movement to the point where the normal human eye would not be able to keep up. As the bullet traveled to execute Morgiana, the battlemaid stepped forward and charged with the bayonet directed at her target, knowing that Morgiana would face no complication with the magical bullet. If Josalyn truly wished to kill the sadist, the only method was to rely on blades to pierce through her heart.


 

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