She had not arrived long ago in Dahlia, only in the early part of the night, she had a couple more hours before the sun would rise and before the two of them needed their sleep. There was a whole different atmosphere here than there was in Era and she was very certain which one she liked better. Nastasya and Victoire had first looked around for a place to stay, which was maybe a little more difficult considering she was used to a luxury of living people and most looked undead here, which was funny for she was one of those as well considering she was a vampyre. After looking around from place to place, they finally found one that fitted them and it didn’t have to be a big thing anymore as she had already lost all that. She could grumble more bad words every time she thought about it again. Her poor dolls, all burned, all gone. Her father’s life work. Which made her grin, the killing of her father was the most fun she had had for the last couple of days. Which was already quite some time ago, she was surprised how much she did not notice about the time going. Maybe the after effect of being actually a dead thing. She wasn’t sure if she should consider it in that way. She yawned as she placed her stuff on the ground, while she heard a knock on the door. She stared at Victoire for a second, hearing another knock before rolling her eyes and simply walking to the door to wait for a third knock and pulling open the door in that exact moment,
”What?” she asked to the undead thing that was standing in front of her, it said nothing as if it couldn’t and handed her a note. With a careful look at the undead thing she looked at the note addressed to the Scarlet Witch, how very interesting. It was a message from a person that called itself the Heretic and if she would want to meet him at the cemetery.
”Come on Victoire, the jewels are waiting.” Was her first answer after she was done reading, she pocketed the message and pushed the undead away from her door to leave her and Victoire out.
”Well take me to there, I am new as you should know.” It made some noise that wasn’t really anything but it started to walk and the two companions followed the thing towards the Forsaken Cemetery, what a lovely name that was. When she arrived, there was a fragile looking man and she narrowed her eyes but didn’t say anything, this man was probably the Heretic and she better not judge him before. When he spoke, informing her of the rest of the job, it was a very intruding voice, strong which showed more capability than his body. He simply explained that she needed to break caskets so he could use it for his new necromancy students.
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