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[b]A few days ago. Somewhere on the open seas...[/b]

The storm raged on. Thunder and lightning conspiring with the heavy rain and strong winds, creating a terrible symphony of Mother Nature’s wrath. Woe to all sailors caught within the turbulent waves. Alas, a medium-sized vessel could be seen rocking here and there, her crew currently being tossed against the cabin walls. Why would they deserve this? 

Well, considering this particular vessel were carrying illegal goods to the United States, perhaps Uncle Sam convinced Poseidon to enact divine retribution. Pirates and Smugglers didn’t deserve to live after all. However, one could just say they were shit out of luck.

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[b][i]”My Huntress, it looks like you have found yourself in quite a pickle~”[/i][/b]

[b]”Well, it is indeed so, Mistress.”[/b] A muffled girlish voice came from behind the pile of stolen cargo, echoing ominously within the storage hull. [b]”I had thought it’d be simple, just hitch a ride across the Atlantic, arrive at North America, go to Penrose, my next hunting ground. Sigh... why does everything have to be so complicated?”[/b]

[b][i]”Now, now, a good huntress knows when to adapt, and besides...”[/i][/b]

[b]”Yes, Mistress. These sailors will not survive the storm anyway...”[/b] A creeping taint, akin to shadows had they could move on their own, began to spread around the hold. [b]”Let’s have a little meal~”[/b] Ah well, it looked like she’d have to continue by herself. Sigh... right, time to eat up for the journey ahead.

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[b]Present Time. Penrose, United States.[/b]

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Perched on top one of the many rooftops around the block, a blonde young girl dressed in a casual goth-loli outfit looked down upon the commotion below. Slitted reptile-like red eyes narrowing in mixed concern and thought. [b]”Mistress, it looks like something or someone just unsleashed their spirit minions upon these humans...”[/b] 

[b][i]”Oh my~ just look at them, how despicable, how deplorable. They... they are wasting food, ‘my’ food! At the very least, they could have eaten them, use them, something. Not leave those precious morsels out there to rot... haaaa... I didn’t come to this realm to watch food being needlessly wasted with abandon.”[/i][/b] The exasperation in her Mistress’ voice was obvious, Noir could sense the seething anger just beneath her elegant exterior. To be honest, she shared her sentiment. These individuals who kill for no reason at all, they sickened her. There was nothing to be gained from a mindless massacre.

[b]”Good thing I’m here then, Mistress.”[/b] A fanged grin curled from the corner of her small lips, [b]”Let’s harvest them for ourselves.”[/b] With a mental permission from Mistress Hazak, the blonde leapt forward from her perch then spread her oversized chiropteran wings.

[b][i]”Most excellent, my Huntress, but always be prepared for rivals claiming our meal~“[/i][/b]

Landing on the streets near the concentration of massacred civilians, Noir’s presence alone was enough to unnerve the rampaging spirits, the Horror that was Hazak sent them fleeing away from the location, their genodical duties forgotten.

Her signature Effluvium began to spread from her body, spreading in the form of creeping shadows, enshrouding the general area in darkness, blocking sight and sound with a dome of tangible darkness. Having exerted her dominion over the bodies, Noir began feeding immediately, her shadows wrapping around each body like a cocoon, absorbing them into her. Once she was done, there’d be nothing left of them except for whatever clothes they wore, not even a speck of blood or a strand of hair.