The man dressed in all black robes, darker than the Raven's wing, with a bird mask, shinier then the moon's reflection upon a water's surface, Eyes, eyes blacker than than the void's grasp on a human soul, his hat, a hat more sophisticated than the the noble's step. He walked through the halls of the sewers, taking a deep breath. It's not like he could smell or breath the putrid air, for his mask prevented the sinful air from entering his lungs. His blade dripped with the unholy blood of vampires, for three dead bodies lay in front of them, one a woman, one a man, and the last was also man. The man named each aloud, "Ombratore, Terismae, Umredd.". He chuckled, the voice hollowed, his voice was recognizable as human, for the mask's beak deformed his voice through its emptiness. His voice was dead cold, and had no emotion, no regret, and most of all, he didn't give a damn what he did. "Such a perfect trio... It vas a shame zey had to die..." he laid a finger on each, counting aloud, "Eins, zwei, drei.. Egh... Not enough coffins... Vould be a shame if vone were to walk by and contract diseases." he chuckled silently. It almost thrilled him to the death of a monster. He had come to hate monsters, he used to befriend them and buy them drinks, breath their same air, but he hated them now, they ruined him, it was hid duty to eradicate sin... The void did this, no hope, no hope, there is hope in Spirit.
The man drew a sharp breath taking in the makeshift pure air. The smell of Lavender and Roses entered his nostrils with each breath, it smelled lovely, he almost forgot what the vile smell of the sewers was. He'd lift one of the corpses over his shoulder, stomping off. He stopped to a cistern, throwing the dead Terismae into the water, going back to the scene, lifting the Umredd, slightly harder, but he managed. He repeated the process with the Umredd and Ombratore, dusting off his cloaks, lifting his hat from his head, bringing it to his chest, and bowed. He had respect unlike other killers, he prayed each night heretics would rapture when they died, so they may live a holy life away from Aloria. He cleaned his blade by wiping it on the wood, and on the leg of his trousers.
The man's head flicked to a sound of stepping, it was from behind him. He saw the silhouette, as it stopped in place almost staring at the him. "Who are jou?!" he called out. The shadow replied, his voice was of Alt-Regalich tone aswell, "I am a vanderer, vishing to live in holiness, so I may purge vhat is down here." the bird-mask man was aback at this. The shadow's intent was almost akin to his own, "I zought I vas ze only eins.". The silhouette came closer, he was dressed almost similar to him, but he wore white clothing, and a mask that depicted a smiling man (like the one from V for vendetta). The bird man was even more taken by surprise by this as well, doubting his beliefs for he thought his beliefs were contrary to others, different. What was even more surprising the mask the white man wore was that was the bird-man's mask in a masquerade some years ago. The white-man said, "Jou like surprised, friend... Do I scare jou?" Bird-man replied, "Nein... You look much akin to mei... Zeh clozing, zeh mask, jour endeavors... I feared I vas zeh only eins to have the same beliefs." the white-man chuckled, almost laughing, "I do have your endeavors, I have your clothing, I have your mask, I have your blade..." the bird-man felt threatened and reached for his sword, but it was not there, for the white-man had his blade. "Who are jou!?" the bird-man shouted. The white-man replied, "I am jou.." and the the white-man thrust the blade at the bird-man's gut. Bird-man gasped, his mind was confused, his certain death was seconds away, but his thought process during the few seconds felt like minutes, trying to figure out what happened. During the finale seconds of breath, he awaited his death, but he didn't die. The blade was no longer in him, and the wound ceased to exist. Bird-man looked around, and there was no one, he found himself sitting down rather standing, his journal open, his cloaks and mask were still on, and he sat at the wall of the sewer hall, the blood of the vampires still spilled along the ground. Bird-man looked inside his journal, in clean handwriting, "Not your fault. Not your fault. Forgive forget. Love. Pasts never happen. Trust your sword.".
Bird-man sat there bewildered. He figured he was hallucinating. He realized he was having trouble breathing, the mask blocked oxygen intake, so his lungs must've had a lack of air, and hallucinated. He quickly removed the mask at the thought, taking a gasp of air, it was foul smelling but full oxygen intake felt wonderful after two hours of breathing like that. Surprisingly his vision wasn't so foggy, not that he was better off otherwise. He placed the mask back on breathing in the lavender and rose. He stood, packing his bag. He went through a cistern entrance emerging to the surface, he looked around cautiously for any guards, and tip-toed in the dead of night to his house. There he undressed, a gasp coming from him hence again, taking in the clean air of the surface, the holy air. He still felt the presence of evil but less so. He flopped onto his bed, and slept.
Next morning the Alt-Regalian man woke up, dressing in fancy clothing, and walked out with white medical robes in hand. He walked to the clinic placing on the coat. He looked around for one of the healers, "Zo, who's ze lucky vone zis morning?" he called out. A man coming from a back room came out with uniform robes to the Alt-Regalian. "Ah Unsterbligh! Nothing much today. A child broke their collarbone wrestling with another. Someone shamefully contracted Dulofall and came here hoping you could treat her...". Unsterbligh frowned, "People know ve can't heal ze Dulofall... I've been working hard researching... Give me some time... The woman can wait, put her in a zeperate room from ze ozers. Make sure she doesn't make any contact with ozer patients." he ordered. The man gave a nod, "Alright... Make sure to treat the boy, he may have an infected wound on his shin." Unsterbligh nodded in reply, going to the other room.
He finished his daily rounds of checking on the patients, more than none were allowed to leave, making the clinic relatively empty. He than went into his office, grabbing a baton, and putting on padded gloves. He than walked out, "keep vatch until I come back!" he yelled into the clinic before leaving. There was never a reply because Unsterbligh left every day at 2:00 sharp. The time was 2:30 and Unsterbligh arrived at the castle. He knocked on the bars of the gate, the guards pulled a lever to open it, as soon as Unsterbligh passed the gate, they pulled the lever again lowering the gate. Unsterbligh went to the locker-room, a few of the shield brothers greeted him hello. They asked if he was ready for patrol, he nodded, and they were off a few minutes later.
The man drew a sharp breath taking in the makeshift pure air. The smell of Lavender and Roses entered his nostrils with each breath, it smelled lovely, he almost forgot what the vile smell of the sewers was. He'd lift one of the corpses over his shoulder, stomping off. He stopped to a cistern, throwing the dead Terismae into the water, going back to the scene, lifting the Umredd, slightly harder, but he managed. He repeated the process with the Umredd and Ombratore, dusting off his cloaks, lifting his hat from his head, bringing it to his chest, and bowed. He had respect unlike other killers, he prayed each night heretics would rapture when they died, so they may live a holy life away from Aloria. He cleaned his blade by wiping it on the wood, and on the leg of his trousers.
The man's head flicked to a sound of stepping, it was from behind him. He saw the silhouette, as it stopped in place almost staring at the him. "Who are jou?!" he called out. The shadow replied, his voice was of Alt-Regalich tone aswell, "I am a vanderer, vishing to live in holiness, so I may purge vhat is down here." the bird-mask man was aback at this. The shadow's intent was almost akin to his own, "I zought I vas ze only eins.". The silhouette came closer, he was dressed almost similar to him, but he wore white clothing, and a mask that depicted a smiling man (like the one from V for vendetta). The bird man was even more taken by surprise by this as well, doubting his beliefs for he thought his beliefs were contrary to others, different. What was even more surprising the mask the white man wore was that was the bird-man's mask in a masquerade some years ago. The white-man said, "Jou like surprised, friend... Do I scare jou?" Bird-man replied, "Nein... You look much akin to mei... Zeh clozing, zeh mask, jour endeavors... I feared I vas zeh only eins to have the same beliefs." the white-man chuckled, almost laughing, "I do have your endeavors, I have your clothing, I have your mask, I have your blade..." the bird-man felt threatened and reached for his sword, but it was not there, for the white-man had his blade. "Who are jou!?" the bird-man shouted. The white-man replied, "I am jou.." and the the white-man thrust the blade at the bird-man's gut. Bird-man gasped, his mind was confused, his certain death was seconds away, but his thought process during the few seconds felt like minutes, trying to figure out what happened. During the finale seconds of breath, he awaited his death, but he didn't die. The blade was no longer in him, and the wound ceased to exist. Bird-man looked around, and there was no one, he found himself sitting down rather standing, his journal open, his cloaks and mask were still on, and he sat at the wall of the sewer hall, the blood of the vampires still spilled along the ground. Bird-man looked inside his journal, in clean handwriting, "Not your fault. Not your fault. Forgive forget. Love. Pasts never happen. Trust your sword.".
Bird-man sat there bewildered. He figured he was hallucinating. He realized he was having trouble breathing, the mask blocked oxygen intake, so his lungs must've had a lack of air, and hallucinated. He quickly removed the mask at the thought, taking a gasp of air, it was foul smelling but full oxygen intake felt wonderful after two hours of breathing like that. Surprisingly his vision wasn't so foggy, not that he was better off otherwise. He placed the mask back on breathing in the lavender and rose. He stood, packing his bag. He went through a cistern entrance emerging to the surface, he looked around cautiously for any guards, and tip-toed in the dead of night to his house. There he undressed, a gasp coming from him hence again, taking in the clean air of the surface, the holy air. He still felt the presence of evil but less so. He flopped onto his bed, and slept.
Next morning the Alt-Regalian man woke up, dressing in fancy clothing, and walked out with white medical robes in hand. He walked to the clinic placing on the coat. He looked around for one of the healers, "Zo, who's ze lucky vone zis morning?" he called out. A man coming from a back room came out with uniform robes to the Alt-Regalian. "Ah Unsterbligh! Nothing much today. A child broke their collarbone wrestling with another. Someone shamefully contracted Dulofall and came here hoping you could treat her...". Unsterbligh frowned, "People know ve can't heal ze Dulofall... I've been working hard researching... Give me some time... The woman can wait, put her in a zeperate room from ze ozers. Make sure she doesn't make any contact with ozer patients." he ordered. The man gave a nod, "Alright... Make sure to treat the boy, he may have an infected wound on his shin." Unsterbligh nodded in reply, going to the other room.
He finished his daily rounds of checking on the patients, more than none were allowed to leave, making the clinic relatively empty. He than went into his office, grabbing a baton, and putting on padded gloves. He than walked out, "keep vatch until I come back!" he yelled into the clinic before leaving. There was never a reply because Unsterbligh left every day at 2:00 sharp. The time was 2:30 and Unsterbligh arrived at the castle. He knocked on the bars of the gate, the guards pulled a lever to open it, as soon as Unsterbligh passed the gate, they pulled the lever again lowering the gate. Unsterbligh went to the locker-room, a few of the shield brothers greeted him hello. They asked if he was ready for patrol, he nodded, and they were off a few minutes later.
