This is a 3x3 between Neko-chan, Stardustblade, and Soul Eater Evans.

 

"He will also be wrapped up in beautiful thorns and become an evil flower, won't he? In that world of darkness, would he become the only great moon, completely out of reach?"

-Baron Kelvin referring to Ciel Phantomhive in Kuroshitsuji: Book of Circus.

-Summary-

Aya Everus started her job the Queen's Watchdog four years after the previous watchdog, her father, died on mission from Queen Victoria.

The year is 1890, and along the young Viscountess is a man of many mysteries, Veran Sterben.

Aya had been missing for a year after her fathers death, and returned to the Queen with him beside her.

Together, Aya and Veran will work together to free the Queen from her worries surrounding London's underground.

But will the Pandora Household keep them from doing so?

Will the supernatural have effects on Aya's work?

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Normal KH13 rules appy.

No overly long, or too short post. At least one sentence will do as long as it hits all the points needed.

Gore in spoilers.

Romance welcomed.

Keep true to the story

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Character Sheet-
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Contract Seal Appearance/Description and location on body(nothing inappropriate, for demon and demon masters only)-
Biography(Optional for Butlers)-
Weapon(Optional for Masters)-
Anything Else-
 

Viscountess: 

 

Character Sheet-

Name: Aya Everus

Age: 17 (18 as of page 23) 

Gender: Female

Appearance: 

 

 

 

 

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Contract Seal Appearance/Description and location on body- 

 

Located in left eye

Biography- Aya lost her virginity at the age of 10 years old to her father's brother, Charles. Due to her parent's work, her mother running a clothing line and her father working for the Queen, they were completely unaware. 
Aya was continuously sexually abused by her uncle's hand, and too scared to speak up about it. It only grew worse when Aya's mother died due to fever.
After Viscount Alexander Everus was killed, Uncle Charles insisted he was chosen as the new watchdog. The Queen refused, for Charles was a second born. Uncle Charles was furious, and Aya was thrown out into the streets. 
A brothel picked Aya up, however she at first did not know that they were not only a brothel, but ALSO a cult. They were against the Queen, and held interest in black magic. After Charles happened to step into the brothel one day, he informed the owner that Aya was an Everus.  
They instantly treated Aya like slum, making her work for them as a prostitute. This happened on her 15th birthday. Charles started working for the brothel, and made Aya's life hell. That is when she made her decision. She wished things were like back then, before her abuse. Aya "accidentally" summoned something she would regret for the rest of her life, using the black magic of the cult. She summoned the high demon, "Veran Sterben".  
Upon the contract for her happiness and how things were back then, she offered upon her soul. This contract was sealed until her wishes were fulfilled. 
Weapon- Small white pistol.
Anything Else-
- Loves Peach, White, and Blue Roses.
- Enjoys cold strawberry cake
- Suffers from PTSD, panic attacks, and is prone to getting sick. 
- Her relationship with Veran is rather strong.
- Spoiled Brat
- Only enjoys some types of tea
- Wears short dresses, even though it is immodest. Veran speculates this is because of her abused years. 

- Timid about relationships

- Her goal is to get revenge on her uncle. 

 

Theme- 

 

 

 

Reaper: 

 

 

 

Name: Charlotte Ira

​Appearance:

 

Weapon(s): A shovel. (shinigami have some weird weapons.)

Cause of death: Burning of her own body. 

 

 

 

 

Demon-

 

Character Sheet-
Name: Veran Sterben
Age: Appears around 26, physical age...about 295.
Gender: Male
Appearance:  

 

 

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Contract Seal Appearance/Description and location on body-

 

 

Location: On the palm of Veran's right hand, hidden underneath his gloves.

Biography- IT WILL BE REVEALED IN THE RP BUT IF YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW...

 

 "Veran Sterben" was born in 1595 living in Germany. He was a Catholic, but strayed from his faith and fell into the art of witchcraft. After trying to fight in the Thirty Years' War, he was accused of withcraft. He was killed before the Bamberg Witch Trials after two weeks of ongoing torture.  

 

Weapon- A folding pocket knife with various tools attached to it and two flintlock revolvers that he keeps under his coat, on a belt. 
Anything Else-

Most possibly the biggest asshole on earth. 

Big showoff

Loves Aya a lot, but still can be harsh towards her

Has a fear of being human again. 

Hungry. Very hungry in fact. 

Enjoys getting on peoples nerves. 

 

 

Official tumblr of this roleplay: http://ayaelizabetheverus.tumblr.com/

Edited September 11, 20169 yr by Madam Ciel Nekohive

A rather disastrous thought approached Aya's head.

"What if she is dead, and it wasn't a werewolf or werecat that killed her?" She proposed as Veran pulled Samael away from his master.

 

Veran nodded in agreement with Aya.

"That could be true. Nobody knows where she is, and she could even be out of the county by now." Veran admitted.

"I could do a search, but it would even take a demon like me a while to search the county. Also, if she is dead, we would need to contact a reaper...but they couldn't know I was here." Veran explained.

"Reapers and Demons have been enemies for as long as anyone can remember. However, we need to solve this before the Queen gets involved. If she gets involved, she will be after my job. It's already trouble being a successful girl in our society anyways..." Aya muttered the last part, her eyes turning to Veran.

 

"We will need to get in contact with a reaper before tonight. I want you to search all over the city and farther. That is an order. Be back as soon as you can." Aya commanded.

 

Veran smiled lightly, a light, yet devilish smile.

"Yes, My Lady." He said with a bow.

 

From that moment, Veran was gone in a flash, leaving Aya alone with three boys.

 

"U-Um so...you looked all over town?" She stuttered, a bit worried for her wellbeing.

Samael crossed his arms. "We went and talked to the hunter on the other town. I distracted him long enough for Alexander to sneak around. He didn't see anything, and even when I brought the topic up he didn't even flinch." Samael whined. "Her scent simply disappeared. Both clans looked for her but we haven't found her. Even now the clans continue to search and I don't think that they have found her yet." Wulfric said, standing up on his two feet, proving to be tall enough to compare to Veran. "Your servant is a demon, though, right? He should be able to find us a Reaper in no time! Death is everywhere, so Reapers are bound to show up somewhere in this country." Wulfric assured. Samael however seemed to be more sensitive to the thought at hand. If Aya failed on her very first mission given by the queen, she would be in quite the trouble. "Er, don't worry, Aya. If things don't go as planned, I'll be your scapegoat, right? That's what I was hired to be in the first place..." Samael chuckled nervously. The queen was a force to not be reckoned with.

 

The nearest Reaper sat on a tree in a nearby village, watching from outside of a home. Within the home an elderly woman rested on her bed, breathing her last breath, before finally passing onto the next life. From her mouth a cinematic record began to fly around the young, blonde reaper. He watched the cinematic record as the reaper's smooth, gloved hand passing over it. He saw her memories, all of them. From the moment she was born, how she had grown, all the way to now, where she took her last breath after a full, and accomplished life. "And that one's done." Gigermo said as he got the page of the lady stamped on his book of death. The cinematic record added to the book as well to be delivered to the library. "Right next one should be around the town next door...I wonder if I'll have enough time to eat one of those sweets from the bakery nearby."

Veran grabbed the back of Gigermo's collar, stopping the reaper in place.

"Not so fast, Reaper." He said with a very sinister voice.

"If it wouldn't bother too much, my master will be in big big trouble if she does not find a werecat princess." Veran snickered into the Reapers ear.

"I'm sure you're able to provide us with valuable information, about if this werecat is alive or not." The demon snaked out in front of Gigermo.

"Would that be too much trouble?" He asked with a smirk.

 

Aya bowed her head to Samael.

"Thank you for looking out for me, Samael. You're not that bad of a person." She said with a soft smile.

"Now I am rather hungry, shall we go somewhere to eat?"

Gigermo whined as he felt someone pull on the back of his collar. He was surprised to see nothing other than a demon. A demon with a contract, it seemed, as it was in its human disguise. "What the-ohhh a demon! You aren't here to steal my souls, are you? You aren't allowed to have them." Gigermo said playfully. As the demon spoke, Gigermo tilted his head to the side. "The Werecat Princess...that sounds awefully familiar." Gigermo hummed. "I think she may or may not be in my book. Though~" Gigermo playfully stuck out his tongue to the demon. "You'd have to treat me to a piece of cake, or a date after I give you the information, cutie~" Gigermo purred, winking at Veran. He was already dead, and a reaper. If he was going to flirt with a good looking demon, it might as well be now.

 

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." Alexander cheerfully clapped. "Oh yeah! Lets like, eat at the inn's cafe! It's not fancy smashncy like you guys are used to but they make the most amazing omelets! Oh but don't tell them my secret~ They won't believe you anyways." Wulfric cooed as he took Aya and Samael's hands and began to drag them down the stairs to the Inn's small cafe. Alexander followed them right behind, making sure to close the door and get the key. Downstairs it was rather normal. The cafe just a small section of the inn, small yet comfy. Some people were already there, some just asking for simple coffee or tea. Others there to read the newspapers that were brought to the inn all the way from the city. Wulfric strutted right in, his cheerfulness quickly blending in with the casual aura of the place. "Good morning!" Wulfric said casually, receiving a collecting morning from the cafe's patrons. Wulfric finally let go of Aya and Samael as he went ahead and sat down at one of the tables. "Come sit, I'll order us some omelets!" Wulfric said cheerfully. If he had a tail at the moment, it would be waging. "Oh I like this place. It's so homey." Samael said. Luckily their clothes were much simpler...so they blended it rather well.

Aya pulled her dress under her and sat down beside Wulfric, looking at the window. Aya was beginning to become impatient. 

 

Veran, on the other hand, was disgusted. He looked at Gigermo, eyes boiling red. 

"I am afraid I cannot promise you the latter, as I am already commited to someone. However, I can serve you breakfast....but you will be at the will of my master, her acquaintance, and a werewolf." Veran said firmly.

He look Gigermo's arm, pulling him off the rooftop and straight on the ground, Veran brushing off himself. 

"Let's go."  he snapped, pulling Gigermo towards the Inn.

 

Aya turned straight to the door of the inn when she heard the little bell ring, thankfully seeing Veran....and someone clad in a suit. 

Gigermo must have let himself be seen by humans, because EVERYONE could see how overdressed he was. 

"Veran, you came at a good time. We were just about to eat breakfast..." Aya muttered. 

 

Veran let go of Gigermo and walked over to his master swiftly, taking a seat right beside Wulfric to seperate him from her. 

"I found a reaper. He said he may or may not have the information we want. He wanted a cake before he would tell me." Veran said in a rather low voice to both Aya and Wulfric.  

Alexander blinked a few times. This would be the first time he would ever see the creature known as the Reaper. Samael was equally as impressed. He thought Reapers wore strange looking robes and carried around scythes. Not suits. "Ohhhh I've never seen one before! You also smell a whole lot more different than I thought you would...you don't smell like a decomposing body at all." Wulfric said as he stood up and went to also ask for a piece of cake for the Reaper. Gigermo looked around and gave a small bow. "Hello~ Gigermo Santiago Fernandez at your service. Part of the retrieving division. The bosses figured I was better doing this than paperwork. I kept doing paper airplanes with them." Gigermo chuckled, pulling up a seat and sat down with the group. His eyes landed on Aya. "So you're the one who owns this guy. You're younger than I imagined, but I guess all who seek contracts from one like him are desperate, regardless of their age." Gigermo said as Wulfric came back carryting multiple plates in his arms. He expertly settled down the plates, delicious Omelets for himself, Aya and Samael, and some cake for the reaper. "Here we go." Wulfric said as he sat down and began to ate...with not much delicacy at all. Gigermo's eyes glistened at the cake and instantly took a bite. "Chocolate~" He squealed. Alexander cleared his throat. "So, you know about the...werecat?" Alexander asked, whispering that last part. "Hm hm~" Gigermo said. He opened his little book, flipping through the pages. Eventually it stopped at one of the pages. "Hmm...Catarina Mellow." Gigermo said, Wulfric taking a pause from his plate to confirm. "That's her." Wulfric said. "If you're wondering she hasn't died yet. That would be advanced from schedule." Gigermo said as he pointed down at the page. "She is supposed to die tonight underneath the Royal Opera House." Gigermo said cheerfully.

Aya got rather mad when Gigermo called her "desperate" for owning Veran.

"Usuaally those who own things like Veran have a very good reason in doing so." She remarked rather rudely at the reaper, beginning to eat the Omelette.

 

Veran slapped Wulfric's wrist.

"If you dine with us, you learn how to eat like a gentleman. Especially around the lady." He informed the werewolf.

 

After Gigermo made his remark about the time in the place, Aya stopped eating and put her fork down.

"Wulfric, can you do me a favor and cancel the meeting tonight? Tell them I have located the princess and will bring her back safely by midnight." Aya asked her friend.

"Gigermo...we wouldn't get in the way if we prevented the death of Ms.Mellow, would we?" Aya asked the reaper.

"If Lady Mellow dies tonight, Aya's career will be at stake. Gigermo, you wouldn't mind telling me how Catarina dies, would you? If you don't...well I'll just have to force it out of you." Veran hissed the last part, smirking at the reaper.

Samael paused halfway when Gigermo mentioned the Royal Opera House. "That's all the way back in the city." Samael said. "There's no way she would have gotten that far willingly. She doesn't even have the transportation for that kind of thing and I know that for a fact." Wulfric added as he stuck out his tongue at Veran. Gigermo never flinched, even at the sight or suggestion of Veran that he might end up torturing the Reaper for information. Gigermo shrugged and took out the spoon from his mouth. "Everyone has a schedule to die. Everyone must die some day, somehow. However, for one, I don't really care about my job. Being a reaper sucks. And two, considering it isn't a natural death...there shouldn't be any problem in trying to stop it as long as I physically don't get involved." Gigermo said as he cooed over at Veran. "Though I wouldn't mind getting tortured by you. You can smack me all night long~" "What is the cause of death?" Samael asked. "She will die by being skinned by an auctioneer after being sold to a buyer." Gigermo read from the book. Wulfric almost turned pale. "Crap...she's going for auction." Wulfric whispered in horror. "It...actually makes sense. There are many underground auctions that show...rare items for sale." Alexander said. "Including a fresh werecat fur." Samael added.

Edited May 9, 20169 yr by Stardustblade358

Aya suddenly jumped up, standing and looking at Veran and the others.

"We need to get to the city. Now. Wulfric please tell the others what is going on." Aya insisted.

 

Veran looked at Aya for a little bit, their eyes meeting.

"Veran. We may be unable to use a carriage. It will take too slow. I have a plan." She instructed.

 

"Samael and Alexander will get out stuff together and then wait on Wulfric to get back. Wulfric, can you bring Samael and Alexander to the city? You're one of the fastest beings here, and with your werewolf form, it will be easier to bring the others. Me and Veran will head over to the city." Aya instructed.

"Wulfric. We are getting that princess back." She reassured.

 

Veran smirked at Aya, admiring her confidence.

"Sounds good to me." He said simply.

 

 

 

With that, Aya and Veran kind of casually walked out.

Veran pulled Aya into his arms, and they were off to The Royal Opera House.

They would have to play a little scene to make sure the princess was there, and that they would be granted permission on entry to the event.

 

As Veran dashed through the trees, he looked at Aya for a second.

"Why do you want to get their so fast?" He asked kindly.

"Because any sort of trade is a horrible affair. It doesn't matter if it's a fur trade or a sex trade. It is my job to retrieve Ms. Mellow, and I am going to get her before they can mess her up further." Aya explained, her eyes looking at Verans.

"Understood."

The group looked at each other and shrugged. "You heard the boss. Lets get going." Samael said cheerfully. "Right! I'll go and tell the others!" Wulfric said as he ran out. Alexander nodded at Samael to hurry back upstairs. Alexander paid for the food and went ahead to help Samael with the stuff. Gigermo sat peacefully on his chair, eating the remaining cake all by himself as he closed his notebook. "They are so weird for humans." Gigermo said as he took a bite from the cake again. "Hm...does death really scare mortals so much? Maybe I've just forgotten what death is like when is taken by someone else's hand." Gigermo said as he ate the cake. Wulfric ran into the forest, transforming into his wild self as he howled loudly into the air. Others of his own began to howl, and so on and so on. The princess would be coming home by tonight. Otherwise, it was a declaration of war.

 

The Royal Opera House was located in London, a grand and large gathering place for the greatest plays in history to be shown to those lucky enough to gain admittance. While the usual glamorous operas and plays happened above. Below in a mirrored place of it from above, the darkest of deals were made. An illegal auction taken once a month to sell and trade items from around the world, including humans, rare animals and items and cannot simply be found in the cities above. That aren't allowed in the cities above. There was a way of entering this underground arena...they just needed to figure out how.

Veran arrived at the Opera House actually rather quickly, bringing Aya behind a building so they could both get changed into more civilized clothes. Thankfully Aya's clothing was sold at several stores, and it was nothing really that flashy.

 

"Now Veran, once we find where this is being held, you will be posing as a seller. Keep your nose peeled, and let me know if you notice her. I will be your merchandise, only to be sold to the highest bidder...but we will not let me be sold. That's an order." Aya explained their plan of action.

 

Aya sighed, and pulled off her eyepatch.

"Now to make me look like a street rat once again..." she muttered.

Veran gave a devilish grin, taking some of the fabric Aya was wearing and freely ripping it, basically destroying one of her dresses.

"Remind me to quit selling this line." She concluded after she was rather dirty.

Aya ran her hands through her hair, pushing her bangs in front of her odd eye, looking at Veran.

"I bet you'll enjoy this." She sighed.

Veran was tying Aya's hands up with some ripped fabric.

"Certainly." He snickered, tightening it to a rather uncomfortable position.

 

Veran removed his coat, folding it and placing it down. Wulfric would just have to follow Veran's scent.

 

"Now, Lady Aya, shall we go?" The demon asked in a low voice.

Aya sighed and looked at him with a rather disgusted look.

"I prefer not to see where this place is...or to see the horrors that is inside." She muttered.

 

Veran nodded at her, pulling another loose piece I'd fabric off, and around Aya's eyes.

"Please forgive me, my lady." He said, grabbing a firm hold of Aya.

"Ow ow!! Hey! Be gentle with me. I am a lady after all." She snapped.

 

Aya was tied back and she couldn't see, she just knew that she was in Veran's hands.

She felt him walk around for a while, investigating the outside of the Opera House.

It didn't take him that long to notice the very small difference in a wall.

He knocked heavily on the wall, greeted by two door keepers.

 

"I have brought some goods for the auction tonight...an odd eyed one." Veran said with a snicker.

The guards let him in, and Aya was being carefully led down stairs.

"I am really sorry about this." Veran added as they were headed deeper.

 

In truth, he was enjoying himself very very much.

The guards let Veran and Aya carefully down the spiral stairs. It was rather dark, until they saw a light at the end of the tunnel. Upon reaching it it became a whole different atmosphere. It was elegant and classy. Almost like a mirrored version of what was above, but much less fancier. A large stage set to be seen from all areas of the room. Countless of seats for those bidding to bid on. To the sides and the backs sellers stood by with their merchandise, waiting to be called upon for the auction while at the same time showing them off to the interested public to increase their chances of a higher profit. The items ranged from rare and dangerous spices, to fantastic and endangered animals, to items obviously stolen from museums from around the world, just to be sold for a profit that would make them rich for the rest of their lives. As sad and disturbing as it was, Veran and Aya fit exceptionally well here. Already there were potential buyers looking at her, noting down on her appearance and murmuring to each other the possibilities were they to buy her. It was the darkest side of the high society. "Keep it moving. Don't back the line." One organizer said as he had the sellers move onward, walking towards to Veran. "All live merchandise must go first. Please advanced forward this way." The organizer said as he hurried Veran on. It was most likely that Aya would be next along with a few other living things.

Veran leaned down to eat level with Aya before she was taken from him .

"I won't let anything happen to you. If you need me, call. I will be on the look out for the princess." Veran said rather quietly.

He then removed the blindfold, allowing Aya to see that this place was not as terrible as they expected.

Aya took a look at Veran once more before she was lead off.

"(This was not worth it.)" She thought to herself.

 

Aya was lead off the a rather uncomfortable cage, where they gave her metal cuffs to secure her hands and tied her legs. It was very uncomfortable.

They roughly pulled her hair away from her face so the contract seal could be seen,and set Aya out for display, putting a sign on the cage.

 

As soon as Aya was rolled into the viewing area, Veran chuckled at the name they gave her.

"Odd-Eyed Doll..hmm?" He was enjoying himself way too much.

Aya scoffed.

"Wir kommunizieren durch Blicke." Veran muttered to Aya, her nodding softly afterwards.

 

Veran walked slowly away, beginning to eye the other merchandise.

 

(German Translation: We will communicate through glances.)

Edited May 9, 20169 yr by Madam Ciel Nekohive

One of the staff members began to signal the rest to start moving. He walked over to Aya's cage and pointed at hers. "Cover it and bring it on stage." The man said before turning to Veran. "You'll get your money after the bid has been done and the client comes to pick up their purchase." The ma explained. The staff threw a large cloth over Aya's cage, covering her from the view of the rest. They picked up the cage and moved her up to the stage, the bright spotlights shining bright even with the cloths covering the cage. They set her down along with two other cages, Aya being right in the middle. "Next bids are for three living merchandise! First one!" The auctioneer yelled he pulled the cover off the first cage, and a loud roar from an animal occurred, gaining coos and gasps from the crowd. "A rare, albino tiger taken from the mountains of the far east! Bids start at 175 thousand pounds!" The auctioneer began. The bids went fast, people screaming and throwing their hands up, offering offers. It was over within a minute. "Sold to the lady for 541 thousand pounds!" The auctioneer said as the crowd then cheered briefly. "Next!" The auctioneer yelled, pulling the cloth off Aya's cage, giving Aya a view from the stage. "A One-Eyed Doll! As you can see she is rather young, and beautiful! Has a rarity where one eye is differently colored, but that only makes her even more rare!" The auctioneer said, gaining the attention from the crowd instantly. "Let us begin the bid at 242 thousand pounds!" The auctioneer yelled. Bids went flying, slowly rising by the hundreds, then thousands. "580 thousand pounds from the lady right here anyone willing to go beyond 580 thousand pounds?!" The auctioneer yelled. And then. From the back. An awefully familiar voice rang out in an impulse.

 

"One million pounds!~" The voice yelled, none other than Samael, raising his hand while blushing and smiling rather happily. Alexander was quick to get him in a lock around his arms.

 

"Samael you'll break our cover!" Alexander hissed as he pulled Samael down from betting any further.

 

"I'll bet a mice I found my way in here." Wulfric said cheerfully. Thank god that Veran was here. Otherwise these idiots would be the only mean to Aya's salvation from this place.

 

"Anyone dare to go beyond the one million pound bid?! Going once, going twice-!" The auctioneer began. Just then, a young man piped up.

 

"One million and 100 thousand pounds!" He called.

 

"Anyone dare to go beyond the One million and 100 thousand pounds?! Going once, going twice, SOLD to the gentleman with the bid of One million and 100 thousand pounds!" The auctioneer said, everyone clapping.

 

"Noooo-!" Samael began, only to be shut down by Alexander.

 

"SHUT UP YOU KNOW DAMN WELL YOU'LL SEE HER AGAIN." Alexander whispered to his rather idiot master.

 

"Now! For the next merchandise, an extremely rare piece!" The auctioneer said as he pulled off the cloth from the final cage on the stage, to reveal a rather stunning, beautiful looking young girl. She was older than Aya. The heavy chains on her neck, wrists and ankles showed that she was not a simple lady. What was more, the chains she wore were made out of pure silver. "This young lady has been captured from the darkest parts of our underworld! The heiress of a Werecat clan from the wilds from here at England!" The auctioneer called, everyone gasping and awing. Though it wasn't uncommon for such rare items to appear, to have a LIVE one, was among the most rare of them all. The young lady growled, glaring at the light and at the crowed itself. The bruises on where the chains remain showed that she had been struggling to get out...for a long time. "Now let's begin-!" The auctioneer said, but before he could, another familiar voice called out.

 

"Catarina!" Wulfric screamed, recognizing the missing princess.

 

"...Wulfric!" Catarina yelled back. Oh dear. This would not turn pretty.

 

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Catarina:

 

 

Edited May 9, 20169 yr by Stardustblade358

After Aya confirmed Ms. Mellow was located, Aya smirked.

"Veran!" She called after Catrina called.

 

Veran laughed sinisterly,

"Now, Shall we get this started?"

 

His eerie voice seemed to call out.

 

The lights were cut quickly and the next thing everyone knew, Veran was on stage.

"I'm afraid I'll be taking this merchandise..." he hissed.

The lights cut again, leaving the room in darkness.

 

Veran broke open the latch of the cage Catarina was in.

"We are here to save you. My master will bring you to Wulfric." He said quickly, lifting Catarina out of the cage.

Veran was quick to let Aya out, she was obviously a little pissed off when he actually let her get sold.

 

After the lights just dimly cut on, the sound of gunfire echoed through the room, breaking a lightbulb and making it clear that they were a threat.

 

Aya rushed over to Catarina.

"I'm Aya Everus and I work for the Queen, she doesn't know that there are werewolves and werecats, but she will if you end up in the wrong persons hands. Trust me." She explained, lifting her skirt and pulling her gun that she unusually kept strapped to her upper leg.

 

"Lets get out of here." She instructed.

 

Veran was extremely happy to hear the sound of a gun.

"Give me everything you've got..." he said proudly to the crowd, encouraging them to go after him.

The crowd began to scatter. Buyers ran out and up the stairway exit. The sellers that had already gotten their money's worth ran away with the crowd. Some sellers left their merchandise behind, others insisted on staying to keep their most precious merchandise as others struggled to get the merchandise out and about with them. The staff in uniform took out their guns and weapons, aiming them at Veran. "Don't let them escape! Kill them! They're equally worth dead than alive!" One of them yelled, shooting at Veran along with the rest of the staff. Bullets flew across the venue. Catarina dodged them with ease. "So you came to rescue me? I need to thank you then. I've always wanted to live in the city. But this was not what I wanted." Catarina said as she smirked, her teeth suddenly sharpening up. "I've been dying to sink my teeth into some of them!" Catarina roared, smoke covering her before she transformed into her werecat self. Just as big as Wulfric when transformed, but in the shape of a cat, sharp teeth and claws sharp enough to slice through flesh. Catarina didn't hesitate, helping Veran clean out the place as she charged forward and slammed bodies away left and right, stepping on some as she slashed others away. From the other side, Wulfric had already transformed himself, using his tail to slam people away. Samael watched with Alexander from a random seat, enjoying the show. "Catarina..." Wulfric growled, walking over to the blonde Werecat. Catarina growled and walked over to Wulfric, the two rubbing their heads against each other as their tails inter winded and formed the shape of a heart. "To think we got involved in this..." Alexander shook his head.

Aya walked over to Veran's side, Veran whom was covered in blood. 

"We probably should get out of here." he muttered to Aya.

Aya nodded with agreement, looking back at the others.

"Alright guys, we need to get moving." she instructed. 

 

Veran removed his bloodied vest, rolling up his white sleeves. 

"Let's go." Veran said simply.

 

 

The group moved on out, swiftly heading back to wear Aya's other clothes and Veran's coat was.

Aya quickly changed back, out of the site of others, and Veran made sure his blood stains were covered. 

 

"Catarina, your village is very worried about you. They have practically gone to war." Aya explained to her.  

Catarina looked surprised. "Have they?" Catarina asked. "They have. They were so worried. We all were. Your father thought that one of us had gotten you into trouble." Wulfric said. "Oh Wulfric I am sorry I worried you. I was in my human form when they shot me with a tranquilizer. I awoke covered in silver chains, unable to even transform." Catarina added. "I'm just glad you're alive." Wulfric said as they wrapped their tails together and then looked down at Aya and at Veran. "Thank you for rescuing me." Catarina said. "And for preventing a possible war between the clans. We truly are in your debt." Wulfric added. The two then transformed back into their human, and thankfully clothed form. "We will head back to the village and tell everyone of what has transpired. You guys should return to your proper homes. You must be exhausted." Catarina said. "I'll make sure to bring back your carriage too." Wulfric said. The two held hands and purred. "The police will begin to come around. You two should avoid becoming part of the scandal!" Caterina giggled. "Let's head back to my place! I want to give you the gift I promised you, Aya." Samael said as he and Alexander began to walk up the stairs and out into the streets.

"No, thank you Wulfric and Catarina." Aya said with a slight bow.

Veran smiled softly, patting Aya on the head.

"We will go to your manor, Samael." Veran agreed.

"I would like to have my carriage back by tomorrow." Aya instructed to Wulfric.

The group returned to the surface, and took their separate ways. Wulfric and Catarina hurried to get back to the village. The rest headed to Samael's place, beldning in with the crowd and quickly slipping through before the police could cover the place. They got back to Samael's manor, where the servants greeted them eagerly, especially Samael. "Nothing bad happened while we were gone?" Samael asked cheerfully. Maids hurried over to offer Veran and Aya refreshments of all kinds. Alexander sighed and hugged the nearest pillar. "It feels good to be back home." Alexander cooed. Samael whispered at one of the servants, who eagerly nodded. "Aya! Come get your present!" Samael said happily. He covered her eyes with his hands. "No peeking!" Samael cooed as he watched the maids bring in the elegant green dress in. A dress he had designed out of a whim, now a gift for Aya. He wasn't going to wear it. Might as well. "Tada!" Samael said as he took his hands off from her eyes, showing off the emerald green dress with a necklace and pair of earrings. "Hopefully this will be pretty enough for us to get in your graces?~" Samael said with a wink. Not like he was trying to sugar daddy her...but besides chocolates and flowers this could work in charming her in for a start.

 

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The Dress:

 

 

Veran was personally amazed, Samael had some skills. He wasn't that bad of a human after all.

 

Aya was speechless, did he really make this? For her?

A sudden very noticeable blush came upon her face.

"D-Did you design this?" She asked, it just coming out as a mutter.

She was simply amazed at the quality, how well the colors contrasted, and just the dress overall.

Samael nodded and got his hands behind his back. "Yeah. I do design the clothes for my own line. When the Queen told me that I'd be giving you missions I decided to make a dress as a celebration. Also as a way to make up for the fact that you just got one of the worse jobs in the world." Samael said as he smiled. He was happy that Aya liked it. Alexander took the chance to step up and boast about his beloved master. "He specializes in specially made clothing for nobles besides the larger and more common line of clothing for the public. He ended up getting involved in all of this after delivering some hats to the Queen's in-laws." Alexander boasted. "Oh stop it Alexander." Samael insisted. "As long as you like it. Take it as a gift to get you welcomed to the Queen's dark business." Samael said with gleaming eyes. "It was fun to go on a mission with you. We should totally go on a vacation or something one day. To the tropics with the color fishy!" Samael said cheerfully. Alexander chuckled. "It's been a long day."

Both Veran and Aya nodded in agreement at Alexander's statement.

It had been a long day.

"Thank you, Samael. Getting into this job is a way I can show others that I am strong. I used to be seen as weak in the world, but ever since I have had Veran, outlooks have began to change. I look forward to working more with you." Aya said rather sincerely.

"Veran, shall we head back to our manor?" Aya asked.

 

Veran nodded.

"We should get going. Thank you Samael and Alexander." Veran said with a bow.

"Please feel free to come over if you have a mission for us." Veran added.

 

He then took the dress in one of his hands, lifting Aya up with the other.

"No need for a carriage." He remarked, then making his leave.

"Thank you Samael, goodbye!" Aya called

Samael and Alexander waved goodbye at Aya. Soon she was gone along with Veran. Samael smiled happily. "I love her~" Samael said, but before Alexander could say something on the comment, Samael dropped onto the floor, falling asleep right then and there without a single care in the world. "M-Master Samael!" Alexander said. He then sighed and crossed his arms. "It appears that this adventure was a little too much for our little master." Alexander said, picking Samael up in his arms and walking to his room. "He better get some sleep. He has lots of requests to work on." Alexander said as he cooed at his sleeping Samael. His master could go to hell and back, and Alexander would follow him without question in a heartbeat. At times Alexander wondered if agreeing to this would end in tragedy. To be the scapegoat to the queen's watchdog...that was one job who's life went by the roll of the dice.

 

-NEXT DAY-

 

After an exhausting mission, it was no surprise for Aya to have slept like sleeping beauty. However what was a surprise was the fact that her carriage was just outside, with mud on the wheels, but intact regardless. What was more of a surprise...was the fact that a familiar werewolf in human form laid on Aya's foot of the bed, snuggling against her feet. How he got there heaven knows how. "Hm...I heard this thing called bacon...they say its good...~" Wulfric hummed in his sleep.

Aya stirred as soon as she heard some muttering, she was actually a very light sleeper, and nearly anything could awaken her. 

Veran was currently downstairs, preparing breakfast and tea for the young lady, and upstairs...Aya was waking up. 

 

She rubbed her eyes, and opened up her right one, to behold the sight of Wulfric at the foot of her bed. 

If Aya wanted, she could have tried killing him, but her bullets would not work against the werewolf.

 

Instead, Aya crawled over to the foot of her bed, leaning right over Wulfric, it looked rather suggestive and Veran would have been rather worried if he walked in at the current moment, but Aya meant no harm. 

 

"What are you doing?" Aya said eerily into Wulfric's ear, meaning to scare the boy.