Well, she did ss it up, the city of rsood, being a junction, had more eyes on it than she could have expected. And the losses of certain n of so decent background would obviously be explored. It wasn’t hard for the involved parties to know that sothing was wrong, going on in rsood.
Of course, deaths and disappearances often happen in Azad, random killing caused by emotions or small spats. But a sequence of disappearances was sothing odd. It would an that so new organization involved, which would cause the already established powers in rsood to go on an edge. Or it’s so psycho that is killing for killing sake.
Then there are the occult sacrifices. Although voodoo doesn’t exist in the lands of Azad, the delusion and superstitious folks always happen to employ a version of it out of ignorance and fear. It wasn’t long before a man had killed his daughter, and then multiple other little girls, in hopes of conceiving a son.
Then there were the cults of various gods that had been popping up recently. Usually shut off before they can take root, but it doesn’t an they are not a problem that can be ignored so easily. So of their mbers are known to use coercive and outright criminal thods to increase the influence of their deity.
Which one is it?
Wondered Lausan Darde, an investigator who was dancing so blood around in his hand while looking at the cri scene. "The first one we found so fresh... it’s her again." The Nightlife Butcher was the ga given by those investigating the recent killings. A na that Lausan had been against, as it in a way glorifies this killer. However, due to how suppressed these incidences were in hopes of not causing any losses in the businesses, the city had kept the deaths to themselves.
Well, only for a little. "The reporters are outside." The one dead was a private investigator, a previous war vet, who had chosen to pick up his old clothes to attract the killer to him. And he seems to have succeeded, though only to a limit, for he lies down, dead and reduced to fool.
"Poison, Daedra poison..." The blood in his hand fell to the floor, turning dark and dead before his eyes turned toward the rest of the inspectors. "Shut down this establishnt, this poison is harder to hide... the killer should have kept it here sowhere." In Lausan’s eyes, the way the killer could ignore the eyes in this dirty establishnt showed that they had been familiar with this place and its people. It’s why they were ignored and had been able to easily enter the room of the victim.
Of course, for now, these very sa people claim to have never noticed such an odd existence. An answer that seed genuine on their end, as for whether this was true? That can only be learned at a later date during so "thorough" interrogation.
Though, think what Lausan wanted, the result of his searches bore no fruit, there were no traces of that poison anywhere in this den of degenerates. Just so recreational drugs that enhance your enjoynt in this place.
Drugs that made Lausan’s mood terrible. ’I hate this place.’ He said, looking at the young faces hiding behind the slightly older ones. ’Disgusting people.’ he was not calling the downtrodden prostitutes disgusting. But the people that exploited them.
Being the father of a young daughter, the hatred in his heart for this place can’t be explained. But due to his profession, he understood who owned this place, so there was not much he could say or do about it.
The most he can do is. "This place will be in lockdown for a week, no one is to touch the room." He will give these won a week of respite, a ti to rest. That’s all he can do.
As for the killer?
’What is your reason?’ The ritual angle seems to be the most plausible one, the perpetrator steals the heart, eyes, kidney, and liver of her victims. Common organs are usually used in rituals for fertility as well as purification.
However if there was one thing that was not part of the ritual, it would be what she does to the body. ’It’s personal.’ He thought, coming to a simple conclusion after so thought. "She is working for soone..., collecting these for soone else, but she can’t help herself and do this." He looked at the faces of all the victims they could find, so rotten and so even turning into skeletons. However, one thing was common among them all. All of their mouth was filled with their own junk.
’An old victim taking things in her own hands... or soone else was a victim.’ This was not important, what was important was the goal of these killings had been established, and it can be ascertained that the individual hunting all these n was nothing more than a puppet, the ones behind her were the real trouble.
’Would she strike again/’ Lausan hoped that she wouldn’t do it anymore, it’s better if soone like her ran away.
Because, even if he didn’t like all these n and the forces behind them, his job was still to catch a criminal like her. And if things kept on going the way they were, her throat would soon be in his hand.
And Lausan was not a foolish kind, once that happens, there is no rcy in his eyes. ’Run away girl... this is all I hope of you.’
******
After eting with the old man, Farhad ca to his small ho with a few figures that were darting around. Figures with familiar faces, so of whom were cooking so food, while others were cleaning clothes.
This was a group ho, sothing Farhad had established by himself. Usually housing around thirteen individuals, most of which were only n.
Of course, that was not the issue here. "Boss, you are back?" One of the won spoke, appearing older than Farhad, she bowed her head before going back to work. Which was holding an entire tree trunk on her shoulder and bringing it to the back of the house to be chopped for so wood fire.
"Hey, don’t overcook it... it will lose all flavor."
Ca another sound from the kitchen.
The scene is not too odd. These people were the group he had found. Each as lost as him, in a world that abandoned them. So for these directionless people, the least Farhad does is show them a path he had just started exploring, turning the life of uselessness into sothing to be proud over.
"After dinner, let’s have a small eting, I wish to inform everyone of sothing." Farhad felt lancholic at this mont.
’An uncle.’ It felt odd, this... this normality. It felt so odd that Farhad thought he was being made a fool. Or it was a trap built to deal with him. But why would anyone do that? His strength had long been established. And unless the people wish to bring Legends and even gods, none can stop Farhad.
And it didn’t seem beings of such level would bother to touch Farhad anyway. ’So I am really an uncle huh.’ At this mont in ti, he had long crossed the age of fifty, appearing still as young as he used to be with slight differences to his face as he had sowhat forgotten what he used to look like.
There is no based face of his, his face is what he wills it.
’Mother should have kept pictures of my youth... this can be an opportunity.’ He wanted to go; he wanted to et his nephew and the mother he hadn’t seen in a long ti.
As for Jester’s threat, it didn’t matter anyway. The intention behind his threat was for Farhad to grow on his own, beco sothing greater while accepting his gift and not dally over his family.
Which Farhad did achieve. Not to ntion, anything that Farhad owed to the jester had long been repaid and even so more. There is nothing holding Farhad from eting his family again.
Of course, besides his will.
He could have gone and t them a decade ago, but he held it in and lived helping people. ’What will they na him? Not dad. It will be so awkward.’ Farhad smiled, building up mories that didn’t exist and fantasies that he hoped would turn into reality.
Farhad had already seen the boy grow up, looking sothing akin to him but more manly. He grew up to be a professor, far from war, and entered a university that Farhad had always hoped to enter, before being thrown into the Mage Institute. ’I will protect you... just focus on stud...’
"Jester... playing with my mind like this."
"As experienced as always... few could break free from this fantasy of theirs, do you know?"
"I don’t care what others want. I paid my due, you have no right to visit or ask to do anything. I am free of you... of everyone."
"Do you think a friend will only co here when he needs sothing? Don’t worry little Grifter, I had no reason to co here besides congratulating you over the good news. How does it feel to be an uncle?"
"..."
"You ca here at this ti... were you aware of it?... no. That’s not it."
"Jester, have you been keeping an eye on all this ti?" No that can’t be, thought Farhad. Jester was not capable of hiding from him. He always knew felt Jester’s presence before, but for the last decade, he hadn’t felt much besides certain stories of the Cult Jester created.
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