We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood.

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Two weeks. Two weeks has left since the two immortals felt two massive magic clashes somewhere on Remnant. The first one is a magic they familiar with, magic from the Brother of Gods and the other one felt...ancient, cold and dark.

After that, they only felt one magic. The old one. What is happening in Remnant?

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A head flew in the air with it's eyes stared at the night sky blankly. The Hunter, Nathaniel Venatores-if that was his real name was- stared at the bandit's corpse with cold eyes. Slamming his curved sword to another bandit's shoulder, his cold heterochromiac eyes scanned at the remaining bandits.

pulling his curved sword from the corpse he darted forward, his blunderbuss barked, destroying a bandit's face. With one quick swipe, he cut a bandit in a half.

Glancing his eyes at the tent, he attached his curved sword to a folded staff on his back transform it into a scythe. Entering the tent, he was greeted by an unpleasant view.

A chained naked faunus woman and his prey, Jeremiah Rizal who holding an assault rifle pointed at him. Nathan dashed at the bandit and with one quick sweep motion he bisecting his head from his shoulder.

Picking the head of his prey, the Hunter smiled under his mask, admiring it like some kind of a trophy before putting it in a ransack along with three other heads there inside. Clipping the ransack on his back, he looked at the faunus

Looking at the chained faunus, he only shook his head. There are some bruises on her naked body, meaning that she was used for 'fun'. She didn't even looked at the Hunter when he approach her instead, she only stared blankly at the floor.

Sighing, he cut the chains from her hands and threw a blanket that covered her body. Her dull blue eyes slowly look up on the man who picked her. She only find a face covered in leather mask and wide brimmed hat, the only visible from his face are his terrifying black and red eyes.

Two weeks has passed since he arrived in Remnant and confrontation with two beings who called themselves Brother of Gods. He almost killed them before they ran away.

The Hunter scoffed, they said they don't like it when a god came to their world but they abandoned it. Hipocrates and stupid gods.

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Vlak was a village located in the southern part of Vale. At the west, deep in the woods stood the Hunter's Workshop. Opening the door of the guild, Nathan felt every eyes landed on him especially the bloody ransack on his hands. He ignored it and walked towards the front.

"I have a bounty," His raspy and cold voice said to the Guild Girl or woman who he learned that her name was Katherine Kurt. he put the ransack in front of her, she slowly opened it before her face turned into green and rushed to the bathroom.

Whispers filled the room, mostly of how brutally he murdered these bandits. Thanks to his mask that covered his lower face, everyone in the room would be terrified by his grim smile.

For a week, he worked as a mercenary on the guild and he's been called the Bloody Man or the Butcher. "S-Sir, y-you should know, you didn't need to use t-their heads as a p-proof."

Blinking, he looked down at the Katherine who came from the bathroom. "It's the only way to proof that the threads are slaughtered."

She want to argue but his terrifying eyes made her sunk in her seat. "I also found a woman," Katherine slowly look up to his face, "Raped by them."

"O-oh we was informed shortly after before you came in."

Nodding his head, Nathaniel counted the Liens on his gloved hands before putting it under his tattered caped coat. He tip hat at her and walked towards the door.

"Wait," Nathan stopped at his tracks. "What is your name? I need to fill the reports for a man who completed the bounty." Now that makes him think again, he never give them his name.

"Call me Hunter."