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Here lies the majority of Lutetia's most important buildings down in history that show the same relevance today. Though the buildings carry a strong gothic feel, they are more pristine than the town surrounding it. Here lies the largest church of the Evêquec faith and several government buildings.
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Saint Lemeux

The administrative center and heart of Lutetia.

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Saint Lemeux is a part of Lutetia City.

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Ninette Segal [10] One of Lutetia's brave pathologists.
Eric Draven [1] Eric Draven, also known as The Crow, is an undead vengeful ghost and a vigilante who hunts down evil criminals; especially rapists and murderers.
Nicole Mitchell [1] Nicole Mitchell, also known as The Razor, is an undead vengeful ghost and a vigilante who hunts down evil criminals; especially rapists and murderers.
Giovanni Bistreo [1] Brother in Blood to Casren, child of Zosimos
Ty Hart [0] female, despite the nickname
Darion [0] A man on a mission.
James keyard [0] He is a engineer

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Marc sat on a bench in a secluded park. The sun had just set but he was sipping out of a warm to go coffee cup. It was nights that would be his day for tonight. He had talked to Alek the day before and set up to meet the man here. He had an offer to make to Alek whether or not he would take it was an entirely different story.

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Alek had waited until the night to appear. He would burst into flames in the sun, but he certainly wasn't at his full strength during the day. He didn't trust Marc fully yet, but seeing there was no news out for him yet, he assumed that Marc wasn't about to kill him.

Alek slowly emerged from the shadows, his golden eyes the only thing Marc could make any detail off until he stepped into the light. Lighting a cigarette and taking a draft, he would speak in Quelish. "So it seems you've come.. You said you had an offer for me..?" His accent was a bit rough and he spoke slow, but it seems he has learned the language well enough to use it and understand it within few weeks time.

"I'm pretty sure you already know what I am.." He said, puffing out the toxic smoke.

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Marc would nod, "I do and I have no inclination to kill you. I suppose you've peaked my interest. Would you mind if we chatted a bit before I extend my offer?" Marc asked motioning to the bench.


"I'm wondering what drew you out here, and what you are looking for in this city. If you tell me this I will tell you about who I work for and what to watch out for in this city. After this I will extend my offer to you." Marc said with a nod. The park seemed empty the exact reason Marc chose it open but with some cover but no hiding places. The perfect area to talk without prying ears or eyes.

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Alek would not move from where he was standing. "I do not dare sully the air of one deemed savable by my Lord." He said quietly. "I also have not fed in quite some time, and I do not know how well I can control myself sitting so close to you." He spoke honestly. "It seems your hospitals do not have a vampire feeding program like many other cities.." He grumbled.

His eyes grew brighter as he pondered Marc for a moment. "What draws me to this place is the darkness that is eating at the underbelly of this city. The church here has grown too slack and has let evil into this place. I am looking to cleanse this city.." He took another draft from his cigarette. "Already five have fallen. But there are so many more.."

"No one will stand in my way to achieving my goal of eliminating the corrupted.. And when my job is done, and if my lord has decided that my job was not enough to redeem my damned soul.. I will end my own life."

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Marc would listen but as he listened further his face would darken. The way he was talking Marc could help him with the feeding but the rest was starting to trouble him.

"Who, are these that are corrupted? Who have you eliminated?" Marc asked. He would be keeping an eye out now, in the bar he had misunderstood what this guy had mean't. He wasn't for helping others sure he seemed to want to put the bad ones down but this? No this was different, this guy was starting to trouble Marc.

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"Just a few ants that have killed hundreds of your kind without the thought or care." He slowly began to walk away. "The tainted. The damned... There is no hope for us.."

"The first one I followed for two days. A werewolf. Murdered an innocent girl after taking her innocence away.." He explained. "The second, a vampire, feasted on the men she lured into her bed until they were sucked dry.. The third robbed a man and shot an innocent bystander. The fourth, fed greedily upon young women. The fifth part of a gang of thugs that killed for initiation." He explained.

"Deep down, we have this need, this.. Dark desire to harm the human race, to bring them to the darkness, so they too cannot be saved.." He turned back to Marc, but stood in the shadows. "It is our nature to be killers." He said, his eyes glowing brightly by this point. "Lycan and Vampire alike. We are brothers of the darkness. But humans.." He held up his pointer finger. "Humans have the capability to choose.. To follow a lighter path, or walk the path of darkness. And I must preserve your race, for that very reason.."

He fell backwards onto his back suddenly, looking up into the sky with a sigh. "If we had hope.. If we could return from this darkness.. I would have done so a long time ago.." He murmured.

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Marc listened to Alek, he was clearly doing what Marc and the rest of the society did for a living but, there was something else about this man. He sounded like the Church. Marc didn't like this one bit, he could still offer assistance but that might not be the best choice here. He may have to take some preemptive action.

"And how do you hope to preserve our race?" Marc asked with a raised eyebrow.

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"By exterminating the threat.. By any means necessary.. Until there is a way to revert us back from the depths of darkness we have been driven to.." He murmured. "But that can only happen by the grace of our Lord.." He said barely above a whisper. Alek slowly slid his hand underneath his jacket and held his hand on the butt of his pistol.

By Marc's very questions, Alek had figured that Marc wasn't too happy with the answers. His golden eyes burned bright in the darkness around them. "So am I damned to you as well, my friend..?"

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"It depends how far you are going." Marc said, "If you are wanting to help your kind and only act against them when necessary then I believe I can help you. " Marc said

"But, if you just want the destruction of your kind then we do not stand aligned." Marc said pausing. "However you look hungry I can offer you a place and an alternative feeding method. You will have to trust and follow me to the university. We will have to check you in. After what you have said I cannot guarantee your safety if you want to eat without attacking a human you can follow me. " Marc said turning on his heels and leaving the park.

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Alek slowly stood up. The thought of sustenance without attacking a human was tempting, oh so very tempting. But following Marc may end to his demise eventually. "This is where we part ways, friend.." He said reluctantly. "I had hoped that you saw things my way, then perhaps there was some hope.. But I was wrong.."

He turned his back to Marc and started off in the opposite direction. "Next time we meet, we will be enemies.. And I hope to God you put the bullet in me first.."

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The chief medical examiner's office was a recycled, but well-kept building that had been an alchemist's lab long ago in the past. Its cold stone walls had been painted over in a very professional white. The guts of the building had all been redone and were quite modern, save for a side room here or there that lead to a closet or an unpopular bathroom. There were still many more parts to the building that hadn't been explored. Few people knew that the building had previously been used for necromancers to hide and carry out plans in secret. Many of them had been slaughtered and laid dead in the maze of rooms beneath that connected to the catacombs.

A pair of gargoyles were posted on either side of the doorway, snarling in warning, though there was no real reason for anyone not to approach if they had business.

In one of many rooms there were two people finishing up an autopsy during an unfortunate power outage in the dark. The same room Elodie had been sent to by the receptionist, who hadn't yet been sent the files of the murder case from the day before.

Room 12.

"Can you believe that one? You know, the first thing I thought of when I saw that thing was werewolf, but when you really pay attention, you're, like... naw, that's not a werewolf! Am I right? Like, wow."

A blonde girl chatted on her phone, braced between her shoulder and ear, as she dropped a bloated stomach onto a table.

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The office entrance boasted, but it was only when she was about a meter away when the beam from her flashlight caught the gargoyle which was perched on the left hand side of the doorway right in the stony face.

Elodie jumped and let out a small shriek, papers and flashlight falling to the ground in a clatter, swoosh and flump.

As her heart began to slow she let out a sigh and low grumble of “shit.”

It had taken a lot of fumbling about to get everything back in order.

The chemical stench that clung to the corridor just told Elodie that it was hiding something truly dire. She knew exactly what it was hiding, and she didn’t want to think on it too much. No doubt she’d see something she’d really rather had not. Elodie was beginning to realise that was a big part of the job. (And so was being a pigeon, apparently.) But by the stretch of light and the pool on the ground which was caused by the flashlight she had clenched in her free hand, at least she wouldn’t see too much of it. Her other hand grasped the file she’d been send down with.

As she walked, her shoes made scuffing, squeaky sounds which only sounded louder in the dark. Which was ridiculous. She knew. Elodie passed door after door, illuminated and only identifiable by the flashlight. Someone was chattering behind one of them. The voice sounded way too happy to have been dealing with dead bodies all day. And it just so happened that was in fact her destination. After a quiet snort, standing square before the door, she knocked.

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"Hey, who's tha-"

Spluch

"Ohhhh dear."

"Did you just...?"

"... yeah."

"Ninette, what did I tell you about talking on your phone during an autopsy!?"

"... don't do it?"

"Yes, don't do it, you clumsy-"

The door opened for Elodie after she knocked, revealing a blonde-headed young woman wearing a plastic cap, scrubs, an apron, and a very bloody plastic glove. There was a mask over her mouth and nose, but by the way her cheeks pushed up beneath her eyes, it was evident she was smiling widely.

"Hello, hello! You must be the one the chief sent to get the files, right? I'm Ninette! I'm an intern here-" She held her hand out to shake Elodie's own. Unfortunately she hadn't realized the one she'd offered was covered in body fluids.

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Elodie knew it was silly to be surprised by the woman’s appearance. All clinically dressed, professional looking… but from her demeanour, she didn’t strike Elodie initially as a professional type.

There was something infectious about her smile which was lit up by her torchlight, so she smiled back uncertainly. In office, there often weren’t people bouncing round, beaming and glowing as they performed their duties. Elodie hadn’t been expecting to a person of such ways in an autopsy room, of all places.

An intern. That explained it. Not so unlike her. But Elodie would never be caught so cheerful.

“Elodie” she introduced herself and reached out for the hand which had shifted towards her. She shone her flashlight in its direction, so she’d get her aim right.

Instead, she let out a gasp and retracted her arm suddenly.

“You’ve uh, got a bit of… someone.” Elodie used her hand to wave a finger at the mess that coated Ninette, rather than shake.

“The files,” she continued after making a face at the grossness “got them here. You might want to... wash up a bit.”

“Mind if I had a quick look around? Well, as best as I can with the lack of power. Never been down this end before.” Her tone had taken a turn and become enthusiastic. She waited for the authority to allow or deny her request.

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Ninette's eyes went down to the pink-stained glove. "Oh! Whoops. Yeah, don't think you wanna shake hands with Tom, too. Hehe."

Someone in the back heaved a sigh. "Ninette, just get the files from her and give her the autopsy results for Emeric Michael."

"Oh! Right!" chirped the girl, stripping off her other glove. She untied her apron from the back and tossed it onto a nearby table. "You wanna take around? Sure! Lemmie take those off you and I can show you some stuff. Right now we're doing a practice autopsy. So the parts are actually pig parts but the dummy is plastic. Cool, huh?" She held her hands out for the files. "But yeah, nice to meet you, Elodie!"

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Not covered in someone, then, just Mr. Piggy. That was some strange sort of comfort.

Her eyes lit up at the news that she was indeed going to be given a tour of a kind. Her excitement always rose at the sign of learning something new. Even if it was pretty morbid. ‘Cool’ wasn’t exactly the word Elodie would use to describe the pig and plastic.

“Insteresting.” That was closer.

With a smile, she flipped the file from under her arm and out towards the now reasonably clean Ninette.

“I tend to feel sorry for myself having to look at so much blood on a daily basis, but maybe that should go out to you guys; I’m not getting elbow deep in guts.” She joked, having guessed this woman would be appreciative of some banter. “Still, just to think, the process really can find the answer to the most mysterious of cases.” Her approach had grown thoughtful. "It's all in what we can't see. The thought... the insides."

She shook her head.

"Anyway, examining inactive body parts is my new favourite thing for the next ten minutes."

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The girl couldn't have seen happier. She clapped her hands and grinned so wide her eyes closed. "Ahh! That's so great! I know some people can be really queasy, but once you learn, like, all the really neat bits and work with it for a month, you really don't even realize how icky it is!" She reached out for the files and walked to the back of the room.

"Oh, this is Doctor Dubicki-" She tried to wave her hands over to the right side of the room to a white-haired woman with olive skin. Her hair was short, not an inch long from the top, and her bangs stopped right before her thin brows in a neat line. She had hints of Losenyu heritage in her face, particularly in her lightly slanted eyes. She seemed clean, cut, and professional, though she only wore the apron from the uniform, and not the gloves.

"Hello, Elodie. It's nice to meat you. I apologize for the inconvenience. We've just finished the results an hour ago, but we don't have a generator and the power's out. We have to use up some of the tools from the back fridge, too. Useful for a surprise autopsy lesson."

"But real ones are funner," piped Ninette as she set the files down and took another from the desk.

Dubicki rolled her eyes.

"Oh, so Elodie. You're an officer, right? We can tell you some details?"

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“Oh, I get queasy alright. Just got some practice at how to keep it down.”

Elodie stepped inside after Ninette, sweeping the area with her torch to make sure she wasn’t going to bump into something hidden from her eyes by dimness.

She regarded the Doctor with respect and smiled as she spoke.

“Really, it’s been quite the pleasant inconvenience so far for me, at least. And, yes, an officer. So please do.”

Barely an officer.

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Ninette pulled a file from the table, opening it as she came next to Elodie. She opened it up, scrolling her finger down the paragraphs.

"It was sorta weird. There's no fur or anything that we found, either on clothing or on him. There was a lot of saliva in and around the bite, but we weren't able to identify it. And... there was... a particularly large amount of seminal samples found... and, uh. On the right pant leg, there was a handprint. We took what we could to try and figure out if we could find any DNA samples or finger prints, but... there were none."

Eric Draven materializes from the void.
Nicole Mitchell materializes from the void.
Giovanni Bistreo materializes from the void.

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. . . Lutetia City, the rat swamp, as some called it. Some parts of the city were absolutely gorgeous, especially near Saint Lemeux, with its old history and timeless buildings. During the day, the downtown area of Saint Lemeux was absolutely marvelous to behold with its carefully crafted old gothic-styled grey stone architecture and hanging green vines and air plants, large statues and menacing gargoyles, beautiful cherubs and angels, and bright red thorny rose gardens. Here it looked like Paris, with its cobble stone roadways and sidewalks, and the large St. Lemeux Cathedral with its enormous blue church staples, yellow clock tower and vivid multi-colorful stained glass windows. Saint Lemeux made downtown Lutetia look like a peaceful, busy little sanctum. At least during the daylight hours.

. . . But at night, this was a different place. It was dark, shadowy, cold, quiet, a little foggy and spooky. Saint Lemeux seemed like a ghost town at night, with the only real street activity being the presence of the parting monks in their black hooded robes and bone chilling vocals as they sang together in harmony without playing any other music, sounds or instruments. Their angelic voices echoed their Evêquec faith, giving the downtown area an aire of gothic mysticism and sanctified holiness that rivalled even the best gospel singers of the time. All the colors in the city faded to black, and the only light besides the moonlight came from the old black lamp posts on the sidewalks and whatever other hues could be seen cascading from the stained glass windows on to the cobbled streets.

. . . Nicole Mitchell Shang was sitting on the steeply pitched rooftop of the very tall clock tower as it began to chime, it's loud automatically functioning internal clock bell echoing over the city, signifying that it was now midnight once again. She watched quietly from the shadowy eaves behind a stone statue of a small hooded angel with its outstretched wings, somewhat bearing the likeness of the blessed virgin mother. Nicole wasn't a very religious person herself, having come from Tianshi City in Shintenchi and hailing from a family of mostly Shinto practitioners like her father. She had been buried at her family's ancestral tomb, which was a large stone rectangular sepulchre which sat above ground at the Tianshi Grand Temple, unlike the individually marked crosses and gravestones she saw at the Saint Lemeux Cemetery where her friend Eric Draven had been laid to rest.

. . . Nicole sometimes visited the church's cemetery in order to pay homage to Eric's grave, as well as to Sergeant Darryl Albrecht's grave. Officer Albrecht had been a police officer and a detective of the LCPD who had been killed in action while helping Nicole and Draven to take down a powerful crime syndicate, and Nicole sometimes left red roses by their headstones to pay her respects. Terra in general was a dangerous place to roam about at night, and Lutetia City was no exception. Especially here in Saint Lemeux, where werewolves and vampires like Alec Constantine of the Vankoryth Détente lingered, hunted by people like Marc Favre of the Ardalean Society, and where Lutetia City Police sirens and cruisers echoed throughout the night, followed by rushing firetruck engines and the occasional ambulances originating from Saint Abelard Hospital, usually to clean up the mess.

. . . It was here where pathologists like Ninette Segal worked together with officers like Élodie Blanc to try and solve some of the many cases that came pouring in every single day, some more stranger than others. Luckily for Nicole and Draven, they didn't have that problem. Sergeant Albrecht had taken the liberty of scrambling their case files and deleting all evidence of their existence before he died. The other detectives down at the LCPD were already aware of Officer Albrecht's misconduct and had planned to do an investigation on him after the Van Drake case, but unfortunately he was murdered in the line of duty before they could even put the pressure on or squeeze him for information. Darryl Albrecht had taken his secrets to the grave, which meant that nobody would go looking for Nicole Mitchell, or start suspecting her of anything, especially since she was already dead.

. . . But Nicole was not a vampire, or a revenant of the undead. She didn't bite people, drink blood or perform lycanthropic acts of cannibalism on unsuspecting victims. Nicole was something else entirely, like a ghost, a poltergeist or something beyond the normal happenings throughout the city. She had been summoned, brought back from the dead by a white cat named Gabriel in order to avenge her sad and despairing soul. Was her body possessed by an archangel? Nicole Mitchell Shang wasn't entirely sure what had happened to her, or how it all worked out, but she was absolutely certain that there had been a genuine reason for why she had been risen from the dead. With her father's killer now behind bars at Saint Lemeux Prison, she wondered how long she would be destined to continue roaming the planet, bouncing from city to city, fighting crime and taking out the bad guys until she could finally rest in peace.

. . . Nicole Mitchell gazed ahead at the giant yellow moon on the horizon, overlooking the nightly lit city streets below. The church's clock tower was amazingly tall and gothic, with its yellow clock face appearing almost as large as the moon itself, several tens of stories high where the wind blew evermore intensely with no buildings to obstruct it. Nicole's dark almond colored hair blew wildly behind her as her long black leather trenchcoat flickered and flowed along with the chilly breeze. Most people would have been able to see their own breath as they exhaled from that high up. But since she was already dead, when Nicole sighed heavily, no air came from her lungs. It was as if she had only been reinacting what natural breathing habits she had in life, for the act alone was useless. Nicole didn't need to breathe. She could neither drowned nor suffocate. She could not be harmed by flames, stakes or even silver bullets, for she had become something else entirely, something supernatural which could not be explained so easily. As the white cat Gabriel jumped up on the ledge of the rooftop and laid down beside her, Nicole began to pet him quietly while lost in her own thoughts, or what she could only perceive to be her own memories.