Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers

In an elitist Country, raised and dominated by Werewolves, a Werewolf– Especially one as promising and coveted as an Alpha mating a Human is an unforgivable crime.

Elizabeth Vilré is a product of that sin. A half Werewolf, half Human– a creature called a Myriad, hated and condemned by both Human and Werewolf kind, Elizabeth never imagined she would get her dream job- Finding the Werewolf Butcher Bleach- because she was the one thing that was hated.

But perhaps that dream job might have been a nightmare wrapped in candy, just like Oliviér Lé Fóix, her Alpha senior, determined to remind her the place of a Half breed commoner– Nowhere.

"A Commoner is worth more than a grain of sand, a Half breed is even worse, and you are both, the worst of two worlds, truly you are pitiful....but your fidelity happens to be worth more than both noble and commoner combined. Is that not an interesting fact?"- Oliviér Lé Fóix.

"I agree that aside from evangelism there is a sinful agenda but how can you judge my faith when you tempt me by standing in my house with your bare breasts in my sight?"- Sebastién Wright.

"You can pray we are interrupted so you do not say yes when I ask if I can rip your underwear and play with your pulsing little clit, Vixen."- Nicolas Dé Penthiévre.

"Haha, you've got me, I really have other plans besides seducing you into convincing that bastard for me, I want to fuck you, I mean the thought has been fucking me in the brain since I saw your bright and cheery face. I want my cock to tear that jaw."- Constantine Rousseau.

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A pair of blue eyes peered at the tedious environment surrounding the border of the legendary Hara Nation. The bold and angry sun cast down a ray of light at her head that leaned against the window of the carriage, illuminating on her blue eyes and making them twinkle like a hope diamond in the lake.

The moans and complaints from the other passengers resounded all of the carriage. Several male, female, and children clogged themselves in the much smaller carriage, smelling of piss and spit. The rough, and tanned faces held no warmth or happiness as they closed in on their final junction, merely scrunching into disgust that matched their complaining mouths.

"Finally, I don wait too long for this, yer boy must be hungry aye?" The thin, and frail woman, asked with her expression masked by her mud and sweat ridden face.

Her Vie accent cut through her words, reminding everyone she was not from the nearby villages. Villages close to Hara territory tend to adjust to the cultures and mannerism of the Hara people, including adapting to their accent.

Vie townsfolks had a less constrained and mannered way of speaking, their tongue was often described as the debunked version of English. It was broken, and crude, fitting of the Commonerfolks they were.

Commonerfolks from a Commoner Village.

A much younger girl, perhaps as young as the woman who leaned against the window with a relieved expression on her face nodded at the frail old lady, her hands tightening the hold on the little boy sleeping against her body.

She glanced at both the old lady and the girl with the boy. Her blue eyes cut from them back to the skies with a sigh. She had finally made it all the way from Vie town, so very far away from Hara, it was a miracle for Commonerfolks to make it this, let alone to the great city of Hara. That was a dream.

Naturally she was excited. Elizabeth Vilré had just graduated from the Junior Investigative Podium with excellent grades, earning her the opportunity and a letter of recommendation from her Headmaster for a job as a possible Detective in Hara Nation.

Now for a Commoner non-Werewolf, this was beyond a dream. When she was still a student in the Junior Investigative Podium, her classes had been filled with middle-class Werewolves, hoping to excel school finely and make it as an Investigator in Vie town.

But she had somehow received an opportunity to become not an Investigator but a Detective, not in Vie town but in Hara. It was unthinkable for a creature such as herself.

Her Mother has pleaded with her not to go. Stay in Vie town, perhaps with hard work and the prettiest of faces she would become a maid for a Middle-class Merchant, and if she was lucky enough he might even be a Werewolf who would take interest in her and take her as a concubine.

Yes Concubine. Werewolves would never be caught dead mating with a Human let alone something like Elizabeth. With her nymph-like features, delicate yet sinfully alluring especially with the mischievous shadow always dancing in her blue eyes, and her tempting lips that always smiled at others aimlessly, it would not be too difficult to garner the attention of a Middle-class Delta Wolf who would pick her as a treasured concubine.

Elizabeth shuddered at the thought. That had no place in her big dreams.

"Halt in the name of the Werewolf King!" A deep voice shouted from a small distance.

Elizabeth blinked, and ejected from her trance after hearing the voice, finally realizing that the carriage had long stopped moving.

She stuck her neck further outside to see. The Coachman had descended from the Carriage and walked up to a built soldier in the silver armour of a Foot soldier.

The Coachman was talking softly but the Soldier replied with a loud, "No, the Nation is currently undergoing changes, no pass, no entry!"

He walked away from the Coachman, ignoring him and attending to other travellers.

A frown appeared on the olive colored face of Elizabeth. She pushed open the door of the Carriage, and her polished back boots dropped on the scorching hot rough ground of Hara's border.

She craned her neck to the Coachman who had taken off his front faced cap in frustration and whipped it on the Carriage.

"What happened?" She asked the Coachman.

The tanned skinned Coachman looked at her from over his shoulder. "We're stuck, he would not let us pass,"

Her frown deepened. "That's preposterous, I thought you had a Pass?"

The Coachman breathed from his nose and gritted out. "Mine is useless now. They have been changes, and Green Passes are no longer usable."

She did not say another word, simply walking towards the Soldier. The armoured Soldier abruptly snapped his neck in her direction with his face screwed into a hateful expression. "I do you Coachman, they have been cha–"

The Soldier was stunned. His shining golden eyes, complimenting the bright rays of sunlight blanketing the sky. They remained unmoving on her face.

The Soldier felt the words dry in his throat upon saying such a gentle face, smiling as wide as possible that her pink gum were all out in display. Her pink jaw length curly hair covered most of her left eye but her right eye did not hide her fascinating blue orbs.

Perhaps exquisite was not the word to describe her, her features were just enough to send a pinch into the hearts of men and women. Adorable? Yes.

"Good day sir," she bowed her head, but such an act did not fit her, especially with her wearing a long sleeve dress shirt, fitted breeches, black boots, and a portable luggage behind her back.

The Soldier cleared his throat. "Good day to you Ma'am, how may I help you?"

Her smile breaking the impossible widened even further. "Pardon sir, but I came from that Carriage, over there," she looked from over her shoulder and pointed. "You have barred us from passing, Sir."

For someone from Vie Town her accent was impeccably close to that of a Harian. The Soldier began doubting if she was from the slave Carriage, if it was not for the much darker color of her skin as compared to a Harian.

"My apologies, Ma'am but a Green Pass is no longer legalized. We received an order from the Crown Prince that only Purple Passes are legalized now."

Her eyes bulged and her chest jolted a bit. She gasped. "Good heaven, Purple Passes? Even for Commoners?"

She knew how hard it was for Commoners to get a Green Pass let alone a Purple one.

The Soldier nodded.

She bit her inner cheek before reaching her hand to her buttoned shirt, and released a few buttons before bringing out a pitch black necklace of a Werewolves with its eyes being two tiny rubies.

"What about this? Does this work as well?" She tugged the necklace closer to the Soldier.

The Soldier opened his mouth to release a sound of surprise. The girl was holding a Werewolf Pledge from a high-ranking Noble Werewolf.

It seemed as if she was on a mission sent by some High-ranking Noble Werewolf. He could have his head cut off if he restricted her from passing.

"I– my Lady, pardon, I did not know you were a messenger of a Noble. You can pass, after all it is only you and the slave Carriage." He stammered, cold sweat rolling down from his head.

Nobles were hateful creatures, especially Werewolves. They killed lower borns as if they were chickens. He was only a Beta ranking Werewolf, what right did he have to protect himself against a Noble?

She nodded, with a smile renewing on her face. She returned back to the Carriage, telling the shocked Coachman; "We're free to enter now."

She stuck her head out the window once more, aiming to enjoy the pleasant feeling that spasmed through her when her eyes glanced at something.

She moved her eyes back at the figure that descended from a pure white horse. They were wearing golden armor, with the inscription of two serpents fighting each other on the armor's chest.

The Carriage had already begun moving, so the moment the figure took off the armor's helmet the person turned their head, leaving her to see only golden blonde hair.

She concluded that the figure was a man, from their neck and build.

She has not seen the face but she could tell from her direction his features were above average. "Handsome," she whispered.

She caught a pair of red eyes shift to the corner after she whispered, as if he had somehow heard her words.

Her lips twitched, she was trying to not laugh as she yelled. "Handsome man!"

Everyone else turned beside him, but she could tell he had a reaction from the jutted vein on the side of his neck.

Elizabeth opened the Carriage and stepped out of the car after grabbing her baggage swinging it on her shoulder.

"We're here." The tanned skin Coachman said, leaning against his wooden Carriage..

Elizabeth glanced at him then stared at the massive construction in front of her. "Are you sure?" Elizabeth asked.

The man nodded. "Champagne district's Investigative Office right?" Elizabeth nodded at the question. "We're here." The Coachman confirmed looking to the side.

Elizabeth craned her neck at the building in front of her. Beautiful was the first thought that crossed Elizabeth's mind as she stared at the majestic building in wonderment.

The gates of the Investigative Office were toned gold tall bars. Elizabeth wondered if they were truly made of gold or just colored gold?

The bars had thin separation from each other, tall enough to share height with the entire building, with a silver metal template on the middle bars. You trust, and We serve, was inscribed on the template in a bold gold italic manner.

The Investigative Office itself behind the gates was a mix color of gold and silver. The roofing was a vintage styled design and colored gold, while the rest of the building spread out along the field behind the gates.

Elizabeth stepped forward in awe, and gripped the cool bars of the gate.

"Ere you sure tis where you're headed, little girl?" The tanned driver with a thick broken accent asked as he stepped beside Elizabeth dropping the rest of Elizabeth's luggage.

Elizabeth nodded, and glanced back at the Investigative Office. "Yes, this is my destination." With a wide smile on her face Elizabeth replied.

The Coachman dropped his hands from his waist and shrugged. "Whatever you say, child." With that he walked back into his Carriage and rode off.

"Great heavens...." Elizabeth muttered in Vieish– the Common language for Vie people, derived after they migrated from the once legendary Viean Country– grabbing her luggage from her side.

Elizabeth paused for a second, curious and confused as to how she was going to get in. Her bright blue eyes glanced to the end of the gate for someone minding the gate or something but no one was there.

She walked closer and stuck her head near the bars to look for anyone close by. How the hell did people get in? Elizabeth thought standing there.

"Elizabeth, Elizabeth Vilré?" A voice suddenly boomed startling Elizabeth for a split second.

Elizabeth inched closer. "Yes?" He responded to the voice.

"Welcome to The Headquarters of the Investigative Office." The voice replied then there was the noise of the cool breeze till there was nothing.

Startled Elizabeth tripped back a little as the gates suddenly began to open on their own. Great– Elizabeth who had grown up in the small Farmer town of Vie– eyes went wide in awe and wonderment.

Elizabeth swallowed, almost frozen on spot at the full sight of the Headquarters without the gates. She released a low haughty laugh as her legs began to move.

Her blue eyes twinkled in the sun making the specks of mirth in her swirl almost like liquid. Elizabeth's strange pink hair turned fiery from the heat of the sun. But that wasn't the true spectacular, no, it was Investigative Office Headquarters.

The lines of tended flowers rolled out all over the Headquarters. Each flower was different and vibrant, so Elizabeth almost wanted to reach out and touch the ones by her side moving forward.

She could see decently dressed persons up ahead by the water fountain of a merman on a rock releasing bright blue water from it's concrete mouth into the small pond.

The ceiling of the building had silver star-like four-point polygon designs that shone like actual stars on the golden ceiling with silver polka-dots along with the star-like design.

Elizabeth wished she could reach out to them just grab- "Miss Elizabeth Vilré?" A feminine voice snapped her out of her whirlwind of fascination.

Elizabeth turned to the side where the voice came from. A woman stood inside a small silver booth with gold roofing nearest to the walls close to the hall doors.

The woman with deep blond hair, and pale pasty white skin raised one blonde eyebrow at Elizabeth's staring.

There was a phenomenon for people with skin like this in Hara– Albino. In Vie town they were labelled as cursed though.

Elizabeth blinked, snapping out of it. "Uh...Um....Yes." She sputtered with a nod.

She stared at her blankly for a second or two before cracking into a soft smile. "Alright. Here is your number slot," She pulled out a paper with number 45 on it from the booth. "And your map. Now you must find the Chief's office first, he'll begin your interview."

She handed the map and number slot to Elizabeth which she collected and gave a small bow, before taking her quietness as a hint to get going.

"Welcome to the Investigative Office, Elizabeth Vilré!" She heard her say as she began walking away.

Side eyes cast her direction. Many of the golden eyed species were curiously looking at the small human-like creature that had found her way into the Investigative Office.

"Where did this one come from?" One of the Detectives with starry dark eyes, indicating he was a delta ranking wolf whispered.

"I do not know. Could she be our new cleaning services?"

"With that outfit, she might as well be fit for a farmer."

"Hm, but that face though? Could she be a runaway Noble?"

Elizabeth cut through the heap of loudmouthed gossip. They all talked as if she were not even there.

She followed the map and ended up at a corner with the plainest door she had ever seen. On the door the word– Chief was slapped on it.

She breathed before taking steps and knocking on the door. She had not even tried to open the door when it suddenly whined and opened on it's own.

"I refuse this!" A hoarse voice yelled at the top of his lungs. "I have worked on this case for far too long to hand it over to anyone let alone, that Foíx bastard!"

She hesitantly pushed her head in. "H-hello?"

A pair of blood red eyes descended on her. "Who might you be?"

She quickly showed the number slot.

"Come in," A cold voice ordered.

"You can not ignore me, Faustus, I have worked too damn hard on this to hand it over to, Oliviér Fóix! You know how the arrogant bastard can be!" The thin faced, golden eyed man shouted.

The first thing Elizabeth noted as she entered inside the Chief's office was it was cool, cooler than the average room temperature.

"So what might your astonishing history record be, for you to have a job here?" His voice had such a bored tone and his eyes were focused on arranging some stack of letters by his side, that Elizabeth was nearly not aware he was speaking to her.

"U-m, I–I graduated–"

"For fuck's sakes, Faustus this case is my life!" The other man continued shouting.

Elizabeth eyed her surroundings first. The decor of the room was white, a bride white, with silver strokes on the wall. A coat hanger close to the table.

Nothing much in the room, except for how bloody cold it was inside.

"Hm, I would say take a seat, but you are not looking very impressive already so I'll tell you now that you will not get the job." Elizabeth darn near tripped, startled by the sudden deep voice.

Elizabeth's hand squeezed her bag turning to the frightening red eyes that stared coldly at her.

The Chief sat across the table. Red hair almost considered brown, curly and oiled on his head. A squared jaw with a clean shave.

He looked quite old, but definitely very handsome for a middle-aged man.

The Chief was wearing a white long sleeve with the first button undone. The grey coat matching the long sleeve kept on the coat hanger.

He had glasses almost similar to Elizabeth's own on her face but Elizabeth could see that his were clearly way more expensive than his.

Elizabeth swallowed at the man's cold and scrutinizing stare.

"S-sir please, I have not even said my name yet," She did not understand how she lost the opportunity just like that.

The Chief touched the side of his glasses, fixing them a bit. "And what is your name? Even though it would be a waste of both our time."

Elizabeth shook her head and cleared her throat. "S-Sir I am Elizabeth Vilré–"

The man's thick but perfectly carved eyebrows knitted a bit. "Elizabeth Vilré? The Myriad?"

"Lord James told you?" Lord James was the Headmaster that had recommended her.

"Why did you not say so immediately," the Chief frowned a bit. "The job is yours, follow me."

The other words in her throat dried.

"How can you do this to me? How can you murder me like this?" The thin faced man hushly asked, no longer yelling, as if he was somewhat defeated.

Elizabeth darted her blue eyes in his direction, finally having the time to register his unkempt appearance. From his features, one could tell he could be the same age as the Chief, but somehow he still looked.... Older?

He had short brown hair, the style of an army man. There was a shadow beard on his thin jaw with grey strands peppered in it. His face was frigid, and looked unwashed. He was standing so one could tell he was a bit taller than the average height, but everything about his exterior character seemed very..... human. If it were not for his golden eyes, it was very easy to mistake him for a human.

The Chief stood up and sighed. "Murder? This order was given by the King himself, if you have a problem with it, Maximilian, then you approach His Majesty or to make things easier you can approach Oliviér and ask him to hand over your case back to you."

Elizabeth fell into thought again. The name Oliviér Lé Fóix, struck a chord in her. It was as if it rang a distant and old memory.

Why did it sound so familiar?

The thin face– no, Maximilian looked like the color on his thin face had suddenly drained from him. "You-You have finally drained me of everything and now I am no longer–"

"I have given you options, Maximilian, the imperial orders on my desk will not read themselves so please allow me to handle this Young Lady before you cry me a river." The expression on the Chief's face was an exhausted one.

The Chief walked from his table, his height a shoulder taller than Maximilian. "Come, Elizabeth," he ordered, not looking back as he left his office.

Elizabeth forced her legs to move from the spot, and followed the Chief. He moved faster without looking back at her shorter legs that had to add pace to manage to keep up behind him.

"Tell me, Elizabeth, how did you make it to Hara from Vie Town so quickly? I received a letter from James saying you would be here in a week time, you are several days earlier."

She ran forward, as the Chief's eyes searched for her from beside him. "S-sir I boarded a Slave Carriage," she said in-between heavy breaths.

"Hm," the Chief nodded. "I will inform you that your job will be tedious..... no the circumstances around your job will be tedious, you must persevere if you wish to keep your job."

Creases formed on her forehead. Hm? Circumstances? She did not understand why the Chief had said that.

A pair of red eyes looked down at her shorter frame. "You will be a part of the Private Bleach case. I assume you have heard of Bleach."

Her throat became drier and itchier than it already was. B-Bleach? The Legendary Greatest Swordsman? The Mysterious Werewolf Butcher? Amongst Commonerfolks, Bleach was some kind of twisted hero, a Vigilante that would rid the world of the diseases that were Werewolves.

How could she not have heard of Bleach? She nodded. "Yes sir," she answered. "I-I will truly be a part of the case?" She did her best to restrain the excitement in her voice.

The Chief paused, before nodding. He moved his hand, and Elizabeth watched him collect a rip blood red apple from the basket of Apples hung on the wall.

"Take this," he brought the succulent apple before her.

Her first instinct was to ask what it was for, but having been trained by her Mother to become the Concubine of some wealthy merchant, she knew not to ask.

She simply collected the apple, and as she looked back in front of her she realized that they were in front of an enormous hall door. On the highest point of the door it read–

"O-oli...." Her eyes strained to read what was written so high on the door.

"Oliviér Lé Fóix," The Chief breathed before using just a hand to push open the hall door.

As the doors were opening, revealing what lay inside, the Chief glanced at her with the exhausted expression he gave Maximilian. "I implore to look past the..... negative circumstances." He told her before walking in.

Elizabeth shrugged off the statement, and followed the Chief inside. Her eyes went wide in an instant.

Without thinking her legs carried her forward. She had expected that she was walking into someone's office, but this..... this was not an office.

It was a whole library!

Rolls of massive shelves with books of different colors wove around in an abstract shape. The golden chandelier illuminated a serene and peaceful light that matched the atmosphere.

And.... Was that music she heard? Yes, music. A low and somber music, chilling, yet alive, it definitely added to the already solemn yet serene atmosphere.

She giggled as she looked at all the books. She was not exactly a book lover, but as someone who never had books provided for her and had to perform manual labor to support her education.... Books had somehow woven a spider net in her heart.

She placed them at high importance, and had gained a certain excitement whenever she saw one.

Her empty fingers traced on one of the shelves as she unconsciously moved. She had expected with so many shelves around that it would be dusty at least but it was actually very clean, and smooth.

She sighed, leaning towards a shelf to take a better look at some book when–

"Hello?" Said a deep voice. It was gravel yet like the atmosphere somber and serene to the ears.

The sweet-sour taste of berries wafted her mouth as she sucked in a breath from shock whilst the exquisite yet fresh smell of blackberries attacked her senses.

Her eyes followed the voice, her head leaning back in surprise when her blue eyes met with the golden-red eyes staring right into her.

They were the deepest shade of red she had ever seen, yet the touch of gold corrupted the majestic yet unholy sort of red. The red were simply dark-red rings around the bright and enchanting gold pupils.

Never had she seen a Werewolf with such eyes. Her heart could not help but palpitate.

"Hello...." She replied hushly, afraid the Perpetrator might remove those absurd eyes from her line of sight when she wanted to understand them, unravel the mystery as to how anyone got those eyes..... they were simply...

Alluring.

"You reek of human scum."

She blinked, snapping out of her self-imposed daze.