The Demon and the Deadman

The moment your fingers wrap around the handle of the door an icy chill vaults down your spine, a supernatural shock bolting through your body almost causing your hand to jump away from the door in surprise. However, steeling your nerve you take a slow breath, your fingers tightening around the knob and turning it soundly moments before pushing the door inwards with a slow and uneven creak.

The sound of the rusty hinges greets your ears as you open the door half way, the low growl of rusty metal grinding against metal resonating around your destination in a myriad of echoes and tremors. Once the door is fully open you take a gaze inside, your eyes adjusting swiftly to the dim light and coming to the bitter and somewhat terrifying realization that you are knee deep in what you would best describe as one enormous crypt.

From wall to wall the room is made of solid stone blocks, the musty atmosphere only serving to be accentuated by the myriad of dust, cobwebs, and coffins littering the ground, “Wonderful...like something out of Bram bloody Stoker…” Reluctantly you take a few steps into the room, the heavy clomping of your boots matching Star’s own heavy tread while Luppi only seems to glide across the ground, her thin soled shoes sending a quest scuffling noise to compete with yours and Stars thundering.

“J-John-s-sama,” Luppi stutters, the fact that her reiatsu has returned completely skipping her mind as she clutches to your one free hand with all of the might of her tiny little body, “Wh-Where are we?”

“I wish I could tell you Luppi-chan,” you mutter as you gaze around the murky dusk of the silent chamber, “but the urn just takes me places, it doesn’t really explain where…”

“Th-This feels familiar,” Star whispers, her shivering far less obvious than Luppi but the fact that she is without her weaponized partner does its fair share on rattling her nerves, “Like the evil from Tsubaki’s Uncanny Blade mode…”

Taking another long look around the room your notice that some of the coffins seem to be less dusty than the others, the old and rotting wood of some coffins not reflected in the finely polished and freshly dusted pine of others, “Can’t say I know what that’s like Star-chan…but I have a feeling that we’re going to have company very soon.”

“You don’t say?”

A sudden deep and feminine voice speaks up from behind your group your body spinning on a dime as Luppi and Star do the same, each of them settling into an attacking stance despite their frazzled nerves. Standing behind your group, between yourself and the door, is an incredibly tall woman, her body cloaked in a blood red coat and a wide brimmed crimson hat alongside a pair of bright orange and oddly designed glasses. The woman’s face is lean and cut at an almost extreme angle, her beauty seeming beyond unnatural and reaching toward something almost otherworldly as her long flowing tresses of midnight black hair cascade down her back like raven colored silk. As the woman gazes at your group from left to right a wide smile appears on her lips, row upon row of razor sharp fangs lining her gums as her gaze finally settles upon you, “Big, strong, and dashingly handsome…makes me wonder how you taste.”

“Mistress!” A new voice joins the fray, a slightly annoyed tone causing your eyes to turn and come upon a sight that makes you double back just a bit. Steadily stomping over to the tall red cloaked woman is a much shorter but equally as beautiful young woman, her body clothed in a rather tight fitting tan uniform which only serves to accentuate her miraculously large bust line, “please stop trying to frighten our guest!”

The tall woman’s smile widens and she lets loose with a low and imposing chuckle, the blond haired bombshell of a woman stomping up to her apparently a cause for great amusement as she speaks, “Ah, Police Girl, who knew it would only take a handsome face and ungodly power to get you to stand up to me.”

“M-Mistress,” the cute girl blushes, her gaze shooting from you to the ground as she tries to hide her face behind her short blond hair, “please, this is serious!”

“Of course, of course,” the black haired woman shakes her head with another dark chuckle, “shall we continue without the Kraut?”

“Nein, nein!” another voice rises up, a decidedly German and feminine tone calling from the shadows as a tall and lanky woman appears from the same area the large breasted blond came from only moments before, “Wait for me!” In seconds the thin woman stands beside the shorted blond beauty, her hands on her knees as she takes a few deep and gasping breaths. With a quick gaze from head to toe you can tell the woman is very slim, her fine deep blue suit seeming to adhere to her very skin as a ridiculously large rifle settles itself on her narrow shoulder. A few deep breathes later and the woman stands, her bespectacled gaze turning toward you as she gives you a sharp toothed smile, “Ah …G-Guten Tag…I am Rip Van Winkle…”

“Seras Victoria,” the blond haired bombshell announces, her blushing cheeks and shy smile revealing a pair of cute little fangs on either side of her lips.

“Alucard,” the tall red covered woman says, that eerie grin of hers never leaving her lips as she speaks, “and there is a great deal our organization would like to discuss with you, Mr. Deadman Shinigami.”