Once again, Odin was standing with Nastasya waiting for Adarian the Heretic to show up and give them the details of whatever mission he required them for this time. Unlike last time, they were not standing on top of a root overlooking the cemetery, but they were just as close to the area: hidden in a dark alleyway where it was impossible to see them until you joined them, unless once possessed the same abilities as Nastasya, and her powers of perfect night vision, easily one of the more useful of the vampire's abilities, going nicely with being soundless no matter how quickly she moved. Losing sight of Nastasya in a fight would no doubt prove to be your downfall, as she would be able to see you no matter what, but you would have no way of being able to locate her, except by scent, something that Odin didn't have a strong ability with.

The Lich stood, arms folded, leaning into one of the walls that encapsulated him, keeping his eyes fixed only on the entrance to their alleyway, and waiting for when the heretic would appear. He had made them do interesting things, although nowhere near as interesting as the Bishop had asked of Odin. Perhaps, tonight, that would change.

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As usual the vampire was dressed in a complete black attire, her hair which was a dark wine red was up in a ponytail, which was what she did most of the time when she had a job, normally she wouldn't care too much what happened. She used to be very vain and insecure about her looks, especially when she still had two different eyecolours and used an eyepatch to prevent a lot of things. Since she had become a vampire, her eyes had turned to the same colour of red and the need for an eyepatch was no longer necessary. Every blemish on her body, scare or whatsoever had disappeared and she had become a prettier version of herself, only now she didn't care about it anymore.

She didn't lean against a wall she was hunched down and simply patted Victoire, who she had allowed to come along this time, she had no idea what the job was but if it involved some stealing bodies on the cemetery, she might leave Victoire again here in the alley where no one would see her. She had the feeling that her companion wasn't all too happy about the situation now that she worked together again with someone from the guild, however the fox couldn't talk so she wasn't all too sure.

She stood up when she heard footsteps and her red eyes could spot the old man Adarian coming towards them at the beginning of the alley, perhaps this time the job would be more interesting.

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There was a brief time of waiting for the two mages, and the fox Victoire who had come along with Nastasya this time. During their previous mission, he had not been present, but due to the nature of the quest itself, that had definitely been for the best. Whether Nastasya knew if her companion would be useful or a detriment beforehand, Odin honestly didn know, but he doubted that was the case. It was much more likely that Nastasya simply brought him out when she felt the need, a much more instinctual thing that actually knowing whether she'd need him. It was actually amusing, as Odin had known Victoire for as long as Nastasya had, give or take a few minutes. Odin had been there the day the two had met and, despite not having been there when Nastasya had disappeared, it was likely that Odin had known Victoire the second longest out of everyone the young fox knew. Simple thoughts like these flowed through the dark mage's mind as he waited for the heretic, who shortly followed after the thought had been completed, his sandals being the only noise throughout the town. Thankfully, Nastasya did not have any bubblegum this time, and there were no irritating popping sounds, instead just simple silence that was broken by wood on stone, and the footsteps of their client, who arrived and spoke with the authority and tact of a man half his age, and twice his weight, perhaps three times, as Adarian looked rather malnourished.

"I thank you both for coming once more, but this is not where you will find out the details of your mission. Instead, follow me."

Without anything more, the cultist began walking back in the same direction he had come from, giving the two dark mages no time to digest anything of what he had said. Knowing Nastasya would undoubtedly follow, and since Adarian had not given either of them any reason to doubt him, Odin followed the instructions and began walking after the man known as the Heretic. While he may not be able to hear it if Nastasya did or did not decide to follow, Victoire's footsteps would echo just as Adarian's and Odin's did, although Odin's were much lighter and made much less noise, as the four began making their way to wherever it was Adarian wished to take them.

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She wasn't really in the mood to talk, she simply would see what would be going on, the thing was that they were waiting and she wasn't sure if she should say anything. You would never know if there were people eavesdropping but she doubted that. No one had been following them, she had checked that but they were simply waiting, which was boring. She would remain hunched down and petting Victoire so she had something to do, she wasn't entirely sure still if Victoire could help. As she heard the footsteps she got up and looked up the man. He seemed to look a bit healthier if that was the right word.

She raised her right eyebrow when he said they should head somewhere else to hear about the mission, why invite them to come here, close to the cemetery. So apparently they were not digging up graves this time. She simply looked at the man and gave a short nod and that meant that Victoire could follow her for this job for now. She still had no idea what the job was of course.

She followed Odin and Victoire walked next to her, her fox almost made the most sound but it was funny, it might be a difficult thing when she would talk people, but she could leave Victoire at some point, as she had done before for quests that were necessary. Adarian brought them into a house, and if she was right it was here in the basement that the resurrected the last person. She had not paid any attention to that because she couldn't care less there. She was still waiting for Adarian to explain what was happening and what this job was about.

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It seemed Adarian really had taken them to one of the Red Hades' bases of operations during their previous mission, as they returned to that same building where they had aided Adarian in the reanimating of a dead body only a few nights before. They did not enter the basement of the building, which could be described more as a shack with a cellar than anything else, instead going through the front door, all the while Adarian gave them the information required for their quest.

"Your quest this time may seem a lot easier than those past, but at the same time it is one I need completed with discretion. For you see, it has recently come to my attention that a member of the cult has actually been a mole for the Bishop Santos since the start. That damn Bishop is probably sitting in his study laughing smugly that I haven't yet discovered who he is. I can't let that stand, and that is why I am recruiting the two of you to send a message to that bastard..."

Adarian opened the front door and brought the two mages and the fox inside. Originally, Odin had considered their quest to be a 'search and destroy' type request: one in which they would have to search through Dahlia and find the traitor in question, before killing him in a gruesome fashion that pleased Adarian and pissed off Santos. But as the cultist opened the door, Odin realised his mistake. No searching would be required as a cultist, obviously the traitor, was chained to the walls, completely naked and crying out in pain. He was chained in a cross, completely unable to move and not even touching the ground. Standing around him were two more of the cultists, and in their hands were varying torture instruments, their tips wet with blood, as the man had a matching scar across his entire body for each. No doubt they had found out all the information that he had passed on, and they were now finished with his body, which came to Odin and Nastasya's part of the quest, whatever that may be.

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Nastasya made a chuckle when she heard about the mole that the Bishop had send, she didn't laugh because of Adarian that had failed to notice before, she had made the soft chuckle because those two were pathetic, fighting against each other while they both had a cause for no greater good. She was even sure the old man wouldn't even hear her because he was still going on and she and Victoire simply followed him. She held her hands behind her head, walking as if she couldn't care less but that attitude would change soon.

She closed her eyes just at the moment as the door was opened and her eyes flung open when she smelled it, wondering how she could have missed it a few seconds before. Her eyes started to glow and she had difficulty breathing through her nose because the smell of blood. She had to do her very best not to lose her sanity and she simply stepped inside, didn't notice the staring eyes of Victoire as she only stared at the dripping blood, not blinking, not doing anything else but stare at it, not hearing, nothing at all. She even licked her lips without noticing.

"All you need to do is take his body and bury it.. just like this, alive."

She wouldn't be able to get close to this person, not without completely losing it. She noticed that she was breathing with a lot more difficulty and she really needed someone to hold on. Don't.. she told herself time and time again, she couldn't just lose it here and now. She should have eaten something before she had gone on this job, this was absolutely ridiculous. But her vision narrowed to only seeing the red lines, the blood outside and still in the veins of the person, probably a vampire perk that she barely uses. Victoire had noticed, and tried to get Nas out of this state but she wasn't very careful about what her owner's feelings were as she was trying to push against Nas her legs, but it didn't work. She was more or less gone. The grin spread on her face with the sharp fangs visible, would people mind if she would take a sip first?


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Despite how well she tried to hide it, from the moment they entered the room, Odin had noticed something different about his partner. He had spent too long with her, before she had disappeared at least, and he could tell that there was something on her mind. Glancing at her for a moment as Adarian spoke, Odin could almost hear her deep, primal breathing as he followed her eyes, which were fixated on the chained man, who's blood constantly dripped from his beaten and broken body. Even the fox knew something was up, as Victoire nudged against Nastaysa, hoping to knock her out of her trance. Odin decided not to bother with her at that moment, instead listening on to see what Adarian wanted the two of them to do.

If Odin had eyebrows, one of them would be much higher than the other at this moment, and his lips would have formed into a pondering pout. Obviously, there was no way for either of these things to occur, so instead it seemed as though the dark mage was simply standing, motionless and emotionless, as he received the new of what they had to do. It was something that Odin had never had to do, not to another at least, but he knew exactly how to go about it, and soon enough, his motionless skull widened, as his smile formed, and a hollow laugh echoed throughout the room, causing the chained traitor to wince as it was probably the loudest noise he had heard other than the sound's of his own screams, and laughter was hardly something that he wanted to hear from the man who was just told he'd be burying him.

"How interesting, this'll certainly be a first for me. I presume that, provided he is indeed buried alive in the cemetery, you don't mind what happens on the way there. Can we have some fun with this one, Adarian."

Cringing a little, obvious not used to being called by his first name, and more by a title, the old cultist unveiled a toothy grin as he replied, "But of course, fulfil the quest as asked, everything in between is your decision."

"Marvellous."

Taking the body from its chains, Odin slung it over his shoulder, noting that the man didn't seem to have the strength to do anything, and he lay there limp like a corpse already. Winking at Nastasya as he walked past, Odin began to make his way to the cemetery. As he approached the area, he would stop and lay the man's body down in an alleyway. Sensing what was coming, the man began to scream, but a quick jab and a broken jaw silenced him, not permanently, but for the meantime. Walking past his partner, Odin placed a hand on Nastasya's shoulder, before waiting at the end of the alleyway for her to finish,
"Just remember not to kill him."

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Her eyes had turned a tad bigger as she kept staring and she was trying to restrain herself from hunching over but the hunger in her eyes was obviously there. Her being addicted on blood made this ridiculous, she had not noticed that it had brought her into the state that she couldn't even see it anymore, although she had a good guess. Most people didn't bleed that much and she had seen people with little cuts and bruises from quite a distance but that hadn't reached her nose as it was doing now. There was no person there, it were just lines of red and that red was her food, blood that she needed so badly. Her insanity apparently was alright, she simply didn't jump on the body yet without anyone trying to force her away. Yet she didn't feel the nudge Victoire was giving her leg to try to get out of this state.

It was like two versions of herself were fighting each other, one wanted to cackle like some idiot witch and simply take every little drip of blood from this person and the other one didn't want to show any of this to the person near her. She needed to be able to keep her mind at jobs, in life in general or a vampire bounty hunter would find her in no time. She had always been careful but the last couple of weeks, perhaps months had made it very difficult. She had been okay in Dahlia, but if she forgot to feed or notice an amount of blood like this, she would lose it. She took one step forward but a loud No was in her mind and she stopped again, thank god the struggle took long, with no side winning, yet basically her sanity won because by dragging out the fight inside for so long made her able to step outside and perhaps get what she want.

She was a bit shaken out of her thoughts when she heard Odin laugh and her glowing red eyes looked away from the body but quickly looked back and she held her own left wrist with her right hand and pushed it against her chest, as if by holding her own hand could stop her. Her eyes followed, the grin on her lips, the fangs showing and piercing almost her own bright red lips, she followed every little movement, how he was lifted over Odin his shoulder and taken away from this room, she only would follow without actually noticing what the plan was.

She remained behind Odin but couldn't help but lick her lips a couple of time as her insanity had won for this round, but it was exactly what was okay, only her sane side had to try and catch up with herself to make sure she didn't take every little drop of blood out of this person and keep him alive. When Odin was far enough she made some idiot sort of hissing side, which was definitely coming from the insanity side, changing it like she didn't know what she was, a beast more than a human. With every drop of blood she tried to catch herself a bit back and she could just pull her head away and look up at the dark nightsky and take raspy breaths because it had taken a lot of will power. Her shirt was bloody but she couldn't remember if it was because she had been careless or because he was already bleeding so much.

She stood up and looked at the body, person, he was almost falling asleep by the lack of blood but she was more into a panic state because her hunger was still there. What did she had to do? She coughed a couple of times because she had drank far too quickly and hasty. She tried to shake it off and drag the body with her but it was difficult as she had to avoid the blood.

Victoire wasn't even by her side as the fox had followed Odin, not wanting to be close to her owner's insanity moment. Such a companion.

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Odin stood far enough away to give Nastasya the privacy she no doubt desired, but close enough to her location to hear what was happening. After all, as much as he trusted Nastasya with his life, that was not who was in the alleyway right now, and Odin couldn't let her kill a man they had been hired to keep alive. He trusted Nastasya, but he didn't trust the woman currently feasting on the blood of a dying man. He had never met that woman, that beast, and he had no reason to suspect that she was, or would be, his ally.

The dark mage did notice that he was joined by Victoire, Nastasya's companion, who seemed more distressed than respectful. he wasn't standing here to give his partner privacy, Vic was here out of fear of what was happening, and because he did not enjoy what he knew was coming. It was an interesting dynamic, for a companion to fear what his master could do, but it was no doubt the same reasoning as Odin: the woman over there was not Nastasya Crowe, and she was not someone that either of them could trust.

Coughing suggested to Odin that she had completed her feeding, and so he walked over to join her, and sling the body once more over his shoulder, taking it off of her hands so as to prevent her from trying to finish the job and kill him. Nastasya's clothes, along with her lips, were wet with fresh blood, and she looked every bit the crazed animal that the look in her eyes suggested. The cultist too, was covered in blood, his own obviously, but there was still a faint breath in him, allowing Odin to walk over to an already open grave and lay the body inside it, before filling it with dirt, ignoring the groaning and crying of the man about to die a very painful death. There was no need to worry about the open grave being used for anyone, as it had been dug for someone who no longer needed it, that person being Odin himself, having used this grave to 'die' and return as the Lich he now was.

The job completed, both Odin and Nastasya would return to Adarian to receive their reward. The cult leader seemed very pleased at their handiwork, and happily passed on their payment, stating that the cult's plans would now be free to move forwards, but Odin was gone before he could caught any idea of what those plans were.

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Nastasya didn't look at Odin, the body was taken from her, or well the person was still alive so it wasn't just a body yet. She followed, she felt weak for admitting to her insane self that she needed the blood and yet now she was back to her sane side. It wouldn't show that since she was covered in blood, she cleaned her lips with the back of her hand and simply followed, making no sound. Catching up with Victoire who remained at the end of the alley and who followed them onto the cemetery. There was no one there, it was a bit foggy as well, but only so faint, it was nice to have it and be covered by it.

She simply followed, ignoring the wimpers that might be pleading for help because the two of them weren't sensitive for that. She disliked the Bishop anyway so as if she would want to save someone for that man. She watched how the cultist was dropped in an open grave and she wondered how it got here, perhaps Adarian had told Odin in a moment of her daze of insanity that it was here. She didn't plan to talk about it and simply started to work on getting the dirt back into that grave.

Once completed and yet not uttering a word she returned to Adarian, where the old man looked at her and she simply shrugged. Getting a bit back of her sarcastic demeanor but it was only a show, a mask for this man. She waved away the man his ideas as she noticed that Odin had gone already and she quickly followed to leave as well.


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