'Pierrot'

Standing in front of an abandoned building, Sabastian questioned.

"Is this really the place?"

Beside Sabastian was Zulkernyn.

Checking the note on his hand Zulkernyn confirmed nodding his head.

"Yes... For an underground fight club, this place is suitable. The area is remote and secluded, not many people come here because it's too haunting and abandoned. Why don't we go inside and see for ourselves? If there's anyone inside then we are in the right place, if not? Then your sister gave us the wrong address, I guess..."

"You're right. Let's go see inside but before we go any further, we should be careful! My sister is kind of sadistic, who knows what's here." Sabastian cautioned Zulkernyn.

Nodding, Zulkernyn prepared some blades under his sleeves.

Entering the building, both of them checked the surroundings.

The inside of the building was a complete mess.

But there were signs of people here.

A pathway leading to somewhere was pretty clean.

Following the clean passage, the two of them came across a few people guarding a door.

Arriving in front of them, one of the guards asked the two of them.

"Password?"

Finding out that they were in the right place, Sabastian nodded to Zulkernyn.

"Rumpelstiltskin." A grim voice resounded in the hallway.

Everyone except for Sabastian felt a chill run down their spine.

It was Zulkernyn's voice.

Zulkernyn was wearing a black hooded trench coat made of special material. The coat was bullet-proof and sharp objects won't be able to cut or pierce through. Underneath he was wearing a black skin-tight compression shirt and a black fitted pant with a pair of combat boots that have hidden blades. The pant also had some blades strapped around.

There were many kinds of projectiles and blades inside his coat too.

(A/N: Sometimes I feel that Zulkernyn loves knives and blades more than people. But I guess his love for animals trumps all. Lol. He is pretty scary though!)

Everyone turned to Zulkernyn, his face was hidden behind a mask but his eyes looked grim.

The guards gulped seeing his chilling eyes.

"You two may enter." The guard who asked for the password said opening the door.

Getting inside, Sabastian and Zulkernyn saw a reception booth with a couple of guards and a woman receptionist with a smile on her face looking at them.

An elevator was on the other side of the reception booth.

A guard was sitting on a tool inside, he was probably the elevator man Sabastian and Zulkernyn thought.

The two walked towards the reception booth.

"Welcome to Lucas Bartholomew's underground club! Please, if both sirs have any weapons or any harmful devices, you have to leave them here in the reception bank before entering the underground club." Giving a professional smile, the receptionist said.

Zulkernyn frowned hearing the receptionist and Sabastian too made a face of annoyance, muttering out "That will be difficult..."

Hearing Sabastian's words the guards slowly approached them.

"I'm sorry, we can't do that miss. But I'm sure the 'Pierrot' won't mind. After all, we are his honoured guests."

The mentioning of the name Pierrot made every guard and the receptionist's face pale in fear.

It's their master, Bartholomew's name in the Abyss world.

Not many, people know about their master's Abyss name unless they are comparable to their master or stronger.

Taking out a black and white imprinted coin of a Yaksha mask.

Sabastian gave a friendly smile to the receptionist and said.

"Please, I'm sure your master won't mind. We will wait here."

The receptionist with a forced smile took the coin and left the booth.

She went inside the elevator and went downstairs with the coin in hand.

"Is this okay? Your sister won't screw you, right?" Feeling a bit sceptical, Zulkernyn asked.

From what he heard of Onyx Heilige, She is wacko in the head!

She always bullies, Zulkernyn and her tales in the Abyss world are full of myths.

"Probably not, so far we are doing good. My sister won't flip me over for something so serious...I hope..."

"Even you are not sure of it! My God, I hope we get out of here alive in one piece!!!" Zulkernyn messaged his head in worry.

~~~

Downstairs inside a room, few people were talking about a fight and making bets.

A man wearing a burgundy suit was talking with some people regarding some deals.

"I thought, the people from the east were busy with what's happening with the take over of Changsin group? Yet, you people are here jumping on the wagon for this new shipment coming from Russia. Haha, I don't know what to say! You people parade around telling, we are concerned for our leader who is ill. But here you are, stealing from him making a profit without him knowing." The man with the Burgundy suit said smoking his cigar.

Feeling embarrassed, the person in front replied.

"Well, we have to keep on moving forward, Mr Bartholomew! We truly are concerned for him but you see, he is ill and currently recovering from his illness. The Changsin group are tending to their master, they won't be able to make use of this opportunity. So we have decided to take it for ourselves. Of course, if the master of Changsin group asks of us? Then we will sell him the resources at a fair price!" The man was seething in anger! Bartholomew hinted in his words that they are traitors.

"This is simply business, Mr Bartholomew. Wouldn't it be a waste for us people from the east, if we don't participate in this shipment?" The other person who was sitting beside the man asserted.

"Yes, it would be a shame but I heard the Sakazaki clan are also here. So I don't see why the need for a second group from the east when Sakazaki's are also attending."

The smiles on the people from the east froze when they heard the name of the Sakazaki clan.

Suddenly, the receptionist entered the room and walked towards Bartholomew.

The receptionist whispered some words in Bartholomew's ear and gave him the coin.

Lucas Bartholomew was surprised hearing the receptionist and furrowed his brows in thought.

Taking the coin from the receptionist, he inspected the coin.

Seeing the symbol of the Yaksha mask imprinted on the coin his face paled in fear!

Bartholomew's blood turned cold remembering the owner of this coin.

"Let them come in..." Bartholomew said to the receptionist.

"It's okay, let them come in. They are our honourable guests."

The receptionist nodded and bowed to Bartholomew before leaving the room.

Bartholomew sat down on his seat.

His face still had a hint of fear that can be discerned easily.

The people around him were puzzled and confused by his state.

"What's the matter, Mr Bartholomew?" Asked a young man in his mid-20s joining the table.

Bartholomew hearing the man started telling a story.

He put the coin in the middle of the table and said.

"There is a woman, who is feared by people of all status in the Abyss. Her mythic tales could be heard around everyone but those tales are to this day, watered down too much that the people of all status gradually forgotten the terror and horror she brings every time she wears that mask imprinted on this coin."

Everyone in the room fell silent.

"Those are just stories, Mr Bartholomew. We heard of that group but they lost to several organisations back then. The monster that people tell stories about, were exaggerated! The woman disappeared in the end. Hahaha!"

Many people nodded and started talking about that particular group led by the woman of those mythic tales.

But those who know about the real story weren't smiling but had a hint of fear showing in their eyes.

"You shower yourself with riches and pleasure, how would you know until you see for yourself. Ignorance is a bliss, that saying is right!" Bartholomew said chuckling.

Raising his voice, Bartholomew yelled at the people around him.

"GET OUT!!!"

"IF YOU DONT WANT TO DIE THEN LEAVE!!!"

After shouting, he nodded to his chief of security.

The guards pulled out their guns and told them to leave the room.

Even with the air conditioner on, Bartholomew's head was full of sweat.

Taking some napkins, he wiped his sweat off and waited.

He waited for the two guests that the Yaksha sent to collect his debt.