Episode 9

Last time

The sun set gave the sky an amazing scenery. The wind breeze was just the right temperature. One the sea, a cream and golden coloured cruise ship sailed. The sail gently moving. The crewmen carried out their roles in silent, some whistling a small tune. Near the steering wheel of the ship a tall lean muscled male was looking through a telescope.

He had a long black tail coat with a white cotton undershirt. Two swords strapped to his side. His long silver hair with black highlights let down and flowing in the breeze with a bunch of hair placed on each shoulder, his fringe clipped back in place and his perfect hairline giving his that extra definition .

He had plump cherry lips and narrow crimson red eyes. His pale cheeks and nose painted with a hint of red. He has a gold chain around his neck and a golden X shaped earring on his left ear.

He was tall, 6'5 in height. He shortened the telescope and looked at his advisor next to him. He was golden honey skinned and had long white hair. His eyes were turquoise and large.

He stood at 6'5 too and was had more muscle than the pale man next to him. He wore a golden and blue suit with a white fur coat over it. "We're not far from home, Miguel." The pale man spoke, his voice seductively deep but gentle. The advisor looked at the man before smiling.

"I guess we aren't...Kornelio."

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"Oof, this place smells like cum and shit." A female voice stated. "It's a whore house Bethlehem, what do you expect it to smell like?" A male voice answered back rather flippantly. Bethlehem was a short, petite girl that stood around 4'11.

Her long red hair was tied into a braided ponytail. She wore a cropped black silk shirt that hung around her b cup breast, a pair of leather trousers and leather combat boots. Her skin was snow white, some parts of her arm covered in scars. Her lips were pale but moisturised her eyes were big and emerald in colour. A scar running through one eye.

A whip was attached to her belt and two swords on the other. "I don't know, I'm not a whole Nathaniel." The said male stood at 6'2 and hard shoulder length black hair. He had olive skin with freckles decorating his cheeks. His voice was soft and his accent thick. He wore a white cotton shirt with leather trousers and combat boots. He had two swords on his side and a whip, just like Bethlehem.

"Come on, Lord Lyon asked us to investigate the recent killings." He walked passed the naked passed out men and women on the floor. The pungent smell of alcohol and opium filling the air. Bethlehem looked around, glaring at the women that looked at her like hungry wolves.

"The Lord must have lost it if he thinks a whore house is what's going to give us the clues to the mass murders going on." Nathaniel rolled his eyes before approaching the house owner. She looked like any old hag that'd be running a whore house. Ugly shade of red painted on her lips. A gold tooth in sight when she smiled and a disgusting dress hugging her fat rolls. Imagine being this ugly and exploiting people.

"What can I get a handsome young lad?", "Some information." The house owner looker at Nathaniel confused. "Information? What kind of information will you get from a whore house." "Information on the recent murders that's been going on in Bemore. If you have any I'll like them out of your mouth now."

The hag kissed her teeth, before she could say anything, a yell came from Bethlehem. "Oi Nathaniel, come and take a look at this." He walked over to one of the houses rooms and saw magical symbols and pentagrams written over the walls in blood. "Seems like there's more to this house than what meets the eye." "It seems like you two overstepped your boundaries." The hag stated menacingly.

"Ah shit."