Chapter 1

A modern world where the mystic co-exists. A thousand years ago the three forces: Man, Monsters, and Gods. Monsters terrorize Man and have pushed them nearly to the brink of extinction, So what did Man do? They prayed, Man pleaded to the Gods they cried, they wailed, they prayed for their salvation.

The Gods listened, hearing their desperate pleas they granted Man two gifts: the first was the ability to manipulate mana, to use magic that were the privilege of the Gods and the second was the ability to awaken skills their own innate ability form through their souls. With these two gifts, Man drove away the Monsters into the darkness. With that Man preserved they overcame the challenges.

Or so we hope even though they were no longer terrorized by the Monsters they still feared the future they feared that the Gods would turn on them and that the Monsters would return stronger with vengeance, in order to prevent this they needed more power. Using their gifts, they began to tamper with the law of nature. Mages, Alchemists using their research they experimented and experimented through countless trials and errors, through countless numbers of lives they created their own monsters, freaks made to slay Monsters and the Gods. These Freaks opened the path of mankind, they were honorably knighted as "The Knights of Crimson Blood."

But what happened to them? Well, let's just say the same old melody played when Man met Monsters. Today, their story has faded throughout the passage of time. ____________________

A girl in a school uniform consisting of white and red, with long black hair and red eyes with a beautiful appearance was walking down a corridor. She continues walking before stopping in front of a hospital ward.

As she walk into the room she notice someone going under the beds of the two patients, startled by this strange action she called out; "Who are you?! What are you doing?!"

Surprised by the sudden voice, the person bangs his head on the patient's bed. "Ouch!" He cried out as he carefully maneuvered his head from under the bed.

She walks up to the person, "Who are you?" She asked with open hostility. The person that came out from under the bed, soothing his head was a young man, with messy black hair, and gray eyes, standing at 5 '10, wearing a red coat with an all-black attire underneath along with white silk gloves.

The man raises both hands to show he's not a threat. "Calm down," he said, easing her aggression, "I'm an Inspector sent by the Authority to check whether or not your parents are receiving proper care in this hospital." He reached into his coat and flashed his badge before quickly putting it away.

Understanding the situation better, her hostility dispersed as she hurriedly apologized, "my apologies I wasn't informed that the Authority would be visiting today."

"No problem," he said nonchalantly as he walked out of the room, "I'll be coming back tomorrow to do one more sweep around this place, until then, see ya kid." With that, he exited the room.

While the man walks down the corridor, he pulled out a black fedora and put it on. A crowd of chattering hospital staff walked past him as they did. The man halted in his steps, his eyes glowed red as he smiled eerily, baring his teeth as he then licked his lip in anticipation.

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Meanwhile, the girl, now wearing regular comfortable clothing, was sitting at a dinner table, browsing through the web on her laptop trying to find more information about the Inspector she had met in her parents' ward. She recalled the information she obtained a while ago at the hospital.

A couple of hours ago she went to the front desk where a woman in her thirties was working.

The woman looked up from the computer and said pleasantly, "Alice it's been a while hasn't it?"

"Yes," the girl now known as Alice replied sincerely. Alice had known the clerk since she was little as she have visited the hospital many times to visit her two comatose parents.

"Your brother is not here today?" she asks. "I'm afraid not today as he's busy, but that's beside the reason I'm here," Alice got back to the topic on hand, "I'm here to talk about the Inspector who came to visit my parents."

"Oh, you mean Inspector Wesson," the clerk realized who she was talking about, "Inspector Wesson?" Alice repeated.

"That's right, that's the name of the man in the red coat. But why are you asking about him all of a sudden?"

Startled by her question she tried to answer, "Well that's because. He. Well. I," Alice flustered around trying to figure out the right words.

"No need to say," The clerk interrupted Alice, "it's obviously because you're into him, even I could tell he was really good-looking on top of that his mature personality combined with that mysteriousness." She swooned over remembering him, "on top of that you're only sixteen so it's natural for you to be into guys, especially handsome men.

"That's not it!" Alice blurted as she hurriedly denied all accusations.

Just remembering what had happened gave her cases of migraines. Alice began organizing her thoughts, 'that's not it, that Inspector, he's suspicious in some way but I just can't seem to put my finger on it. He doesn't really feel similar to the people I've met.'

"But more importantly what does he mean by 'kid?" She muttered irritated.