Under the cape of the pitch black night, the lively and quiet streets at even had hidden movements within them.
Click click click.
The sound of footsteps birthed from within the darkness in a narrow street. A women looked back at the approaching person and she spoke with a quick sharp voice.
"You're late!"
Clack.
The footsteps stopped as a man asked without a remark to her shout.
"Are you done here?"
The women looked at him like he was the last being she would rather lay her eyes on. She stared with open annoyance before turning her head away. The women looked down beside her feet and spoke.
The words as cold as a blade came out naturally even with her obvious annoyed tone.
"Look for yourself."
The man seated within the darkness did not move at all and chose to gaze from where he stands. His eyes were on the leaking red where the women has stood with bits of splashes of that red on her clothes. The overflowing lake of red, the blood was getting bigger as the blood was turning thickly black.
The leak was next to the women's white shoe that moved to step on a man's corpse. The corpse's eyes were still wide with horror as the dead man's face was paled to blue. It seemed that the man have lived a nightmare to his last token breath and his last seen scene.
However, that was not a sight to compare looking behind the man's corpse. As there were scattered parts of human flesh all over the place. Nothing could tell you of their identities as the terrifyingly shopped and cut corpses had brutally beaten faces.
The scent of blood was coming from every possible corner in that dark street.
After the man was done scanning the whole scene, he spoke with an annoyed and helpless sigh.
"Seiko, stop damaging the goods."
"Huh?!"
Seiko, the women covered with splashes of blood and flesh, growled hearing what the man within the darkness spoke.
She turned around and immediately crouched down near the corpses. Without await, Seiko soaked her hand with the blackened blood. Even though she wore white gloves, she did not seem to bother her face getting dirtied.
Seiko was looking mesmerized and crazed as the blood slipped from her fingers. It flowed slowly and sticky.
Drip.
And dropping on the dirty flour. With every drip, a grin grew wider on Seiko's face. Soon, she broke into a low laughter.
"Ha...haha...hehehehehe."
She did not bother to look back at the man when she suddenly addressed him.
"Hey, Einid. Don't you think blood is more beautiful when spilled?"
She spoke with a whisper as if afraid of telling the most hidden secret of her existence. She spoke so low like the dead around her would awake.
Nonetheless, her voice trampled, filled with madness and joy.
Then the man's voice came interrupting her crazed entertainment. He spoke flatly, not giving any interest to her actions.
"And won't the goods look better if they were not damaged?"
"Tsk!"
Seiko clicked her tongue loudly. She grew fierce as she jumped up quickly. Seiko swayed her hand to get red of the blood and then looked back at the man, stomping her feet with obvious frustration.
She spoke coldly, looking at the man.
"The inner organs are fine. Nothing there is damaged. The shopped off arms and legs has no broken bones. Everything is fine!"
She spoke her last words with a held back shout. Seiko pointed at 'the goods' and spoke calmly. As if they were not humans but mere subjects.
"Take your things and fuck off!"
Seiko hissed once more and Einid nodded simply, not bothering her not hidden hate towards him.
"Very well. Don't play around with the next group."
"Mind your business. I'll do what I want."
Seiko walked past him leaving the dark street.
All what the servant named Einid could do is sigh helplessly, watching her walk away.
And near a broken streetlight, fluttered away a beautiful stealthy butterfly. The blue butterfly have eyes in all the southern city. Small unseen creatures chased after every one of Earl Arinton's workers.
And Elora have witnessed similar scenes to those brutal murders around all the dark corners in the southwest.
It was unknown if those territories where the murders occurred were under the rules of the the underworld at night or not. That could be discovered later.
The information in hand was the repeated pattern of those murders. The number of murdered people has always been five for every murderer. Each one of the killers had their own way to finish these people. However, They had all avoided harming the inner organs. Afterwards, a servant called Einid would come to collect the corpses.
And strangely enough, all the murderers hated Einid.
Rivan fluttered his eyes open. They were wide ocean blue with raging waves flickering in them. Rivan didn't move his eyes for a while before his black eyelashes slowly lowered to cover his eyes. And once again, he opened his yellowish green eyes.
Rivan looked in front of him with a calm gaze. The blue butterfly in his hand went out of the window to once again be an eye that watch over the endless night.
Elora, the blue butterflies, has shared her vision with him. That allowed Rivan to see these dark corners of the night and thus he witnessed every murder every night for 3 days so far.
Rivan closed his eyes to think. He was suspecting something in those patterns. He started recalling the murders.
The murderers were clear about not harming the inner organs and bones. This means they were what they wanted from the corpses.
'Not human trafficking but Human organs.'
There was always five victims. If you connect that fact to the servants who came collecting the corpses, that means they were ordered to kill those people.
'A servant. This means it's a noble who gave the orders.'
Rivan narrowed his eyes at this thought. They were following the right path.
Einid isn't the real name of the servants. It could be the name of the organization that killed people in the pitch black night.
One the other hand, all killers were not fond of 'Einid'. This point confused Rivan the most. The murderers were not unpleased with killing the people but rather with getting orders and being controlled by 'Einid'.
A servant's clothes made it clear that the killers knew the statue of the one ordering them.
Could it be they hated nobles? Or maybe it was the client himself? They could be hating on the control of their movements.
In any case, they could not possibly be Mercenaries. The Mercenaries would not object the slightest after accepting a job, especially not in the face of their client.
The murderers, however, have perfectly done their jobs. They were not randomly chosen.
Rivan stared at the endless black. His mind thought of one thing connecting the murderers.
'They were...'
It didn't take a genius to point out this thing about them at first glance. And Rivan have spent 3 nights watching the same murderers killing five people each at a certain spot.
Killing with cutting parts.
Killing with smashing the people's heads.
Killing with chocking with a robe.
Killing pulling the throat out.
And much more others.
'...psychos.'
"Heh."
Thinking that the murderers were psychos made Rivan sneer. It was because a person who would deal with such people must be of their kind. After all, they have reached the sight of those murders after following the stealthy steps of Earl Arinton's servants. This could tell much of whose Rivan's target.
This time, Rivan could not help but smirk. His first mission is not as boring. He would soon be able to meet this head of human organs 'merchant' and make the calls of the miserable children judge him.
Rivan had a sudden thought. The Earl's servants ordering the psycho murderers could be Mercenaries. They were alerted and walked carefully. They had not shown any deject with the murders.
Rivan smirked once again.
But, was it the servants or murderers, they could never be careful enough to watch for a butterfly.
'If they were indeed Mercenaries, there's a way to make a perfect use of them.'
Just as Rivan was drowning in those thoughts, another dazzling blue butterfly flew from the window to land on his hand. Rivan's eyes have shone ocean blue once again.
End of chapter 26