Lucy was not seen for days - and perhaps even verging upon a week. The people of Rhy'Din perhaps would never had seen such a display of unusual luck! That annoying little girl apparently bent on world destruction - or, as it were people liked to assume of her had magically disappeared. The Den was silent without the noises of the Black Monk Army - Mina or the Twins were not seen. Not even Nana, the Moor Cat...
However, the Den was not completely devoid of all life. Humans walked the grounds as calmly as ever and over the next few days... Even the god damned homeless came to set up make shift camps within the clearing of such a brooding structure of death.
Of course they knew who lived there, but that didn't stop them! And strangely enough no death forsaked them for trespassing upon the unholy grounds. Not even the a yelp of anger from the small Queen of Shadow demons herself.
A week maybe, perhaps two had passed and the Den suddenly sparked up with life, however slight that was... The doors opened slowly and there before the church-arched like doors that was the entrance to the Den stood Lucy. Stareing out at the huts, fires, women and children - men - old aged adults that surrounded the Fort itself sleeping during the dead of the night.
3am to be exact.
And it unphazed her.
Lucy held her neck and closed her eyes thinking back to the reasons behind her massive inactivity as of late...
Lord Erich Von Locke...
A playful gesture - and forgetting of his skin condition against the light had almost killed him, she was taken into the booth by his rage and feasted upon by the man in his lusty advances. It was like someone else completely different - a monster - a hidden beast that caught her attentions...
She left that booth running back to the Den, crying, afraid confused of the rush of heat that overcame her dying body...
That was until she locked herself in her own Fort and never showed face again for days on end... And now she finally had summoned the courage to return back to the Inn, fully succumbing to the Death Blight and becoming that of the Undead, she searched for the same man that caused all of this to begin with.
But alas she did! Her questioning of local patrons - her Father, Lore, Sakura - even Charlotte once of his whereabouts and ironically he lived right there in the Inn a floor up...
Found, and confessing a strange and confusing likeness to him, the Lord took her under his wing. Like Renna to Jodiah all over again. But then this time something was drastically different in this exchange of services - Lucy now virtually becoming his pet, his thing... His... Something; Lucy wanted nothing more than to be his Lady, but, he would have many Ladies... So... She merely promised to be his for as long as her undead body may last - and forever how long he may had lived in this mortal world.
However, the Den was not completely devoid of all life. Humans walked the grounds as calmly as ever and over the next few days... Even the god damned homeless came to set up make shift camps within the clearing of such a brooding structure of death.
Of course they knew who lived there, but that didn't stop them! And strangely enough no death forsaked them for trespassing upon the unholy grounds. Not even the a yelp of anger from the small Queen of Shadow demons herself.
A week maybe, perhaps two had passed and the Den suddenly sparked up with life, however slight that was... The doors opened slowly and there before the church-arched like doors that was the entrance to the Den stood Lucy. Stareing out at the huts, fires, women and children - men - old aged adults that surrounded the Fort itself sleeping during the dead of the night.
3am to be exact.
And it unphazed her.
Lucy held her neck and closed her eyes thinking back to the reasons behind her massive inactivity as of late...
Lord Erich Von Locke...
A playful gesture - and forgetting of his skin condition against the light had almost killed him, she was taken into the booth by his rage and feasted upon by the man in his lusty advances. It was like someone else completely different - a monster - a hidden beast that caught her attentions...
She left that booth running back to the Den, crying, afraid confused of the rush of heat that overcame her dying body...
That was until she locked herself in her own Fort and never showed face again for days on end... And now she finally had summoned the courage to return back to the Inn, fully succumbing to the Death Blight and becoming that of the Undead, she searched for the same man that caused all of this to begin with.
But alas she did! Her questioning of local patrons - her Father, Lore, Sakura - even Charlotte once of his whereabouts and ironically he lived right there in the Inn a floor up...
Found, and confessing a strange and confusing likeness to him, the Lord took her under his wing. Like Renna to Jodiah all over again. But then this time something was drastically different in this exchange of services - Lucy now virtually becoming his pet, his thing... His... Something; Lucy wanted nothing more than to be his Lady, but, he would have many Ladies... So... She merely promised to be his for as long as her undead body may last - and forever how long he may had lived in this mortal world.