Black List [A-Rank Job With Aerith]

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@aerith

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Natalia gazed at her companion as her lips formed a gentle smile. She then shook her head, her crimson locks swayed as her strands of hair was gently caressed by the cold wind of the dark night. "It is quite alright my friend... I will be fine traveling on foot" Natalia Vanhellsing stepped forward and gently took her companions hand and a gave it a soft pat. "Do be careful, I sense that there is danger near by. If you require my assistance just call out to me... and I in turn require you assistance then I will call for you. So please go ahead I'll catch up..." After reassuring her ally Natalia waited for her companion to leave before continuing with her plan. Once the coast was clear Natalia stepped back as she reached into her coat. From the darkness she produced a gleaming silver dagger. Natalia looked at her ally and gave her a reassuring look as if silently telling her ally that everything will be alright. Natalia then took the dagger and swiftly pricked her finger, a circular drop of crimson red began to pool on the tip of her finger that was wounded. Her lips parted as she began to softly chant in an almost in audible tone. The language she spoke was ancient and forgotten, the darkness around her began to writhe and shift around her figure draped with her large over coat. The shadows began to unanimously mummer and whisper at the same pace, tone and cadence of Natalia's words from her cryptic incitation. The clouds in the night sky began to sift almost like crawling corpses as they began to smother the pale moonlight. The air began softly wail as the temperature took a nose dive. The atmosphere became so cold that the midnight dew on each blade of grass began to freeze, creating a blanket of frost on the ground around where Natalia stood on. Despite these dramatic changes in the atmosphere her golden gaze of her brilliant eyes remained fixated on to the droop of blood that continued to gather at the tip of her finger. As she continued her chant her breath became clearly visible, as her warm breath after each exhalation and word muttered clashed with the frigid air.

The mana of the air began to condense into a black fog obscuring Natalia's slender figure. A dark choir of eldritch whispers began to harmonize with Natalia's archaic chant.

"Quia sanguis sanguinem, obumbratio, ut obumbratio occurrit, dona mihi sapientiam et animo, ne vocis me, non est me evadere, et ad mortem meam de campanis vectigal beckon a me gravis. Quia sanguis sanguinem, obumbratio obumbratio, ut convenerat, ne obliviscaris sapientiam laetificat juventum meam. Elegia ludo ludere vectigal vespere autem adspiret dies et nox desinit serpere. Audi mandatum meum, ut vobis levate manum. Et timoribus festum meo sanguine. Et vocavi te evadere ..." Natalia continued to chant, (which roughly translates to: "Blood for blood, shadows to shadows met, grant me wisdom and courage, do not let me falter, let me not evade, for the death's bells tolls beckon me to my grave. Blood for blood, shadows to shadows met, grant me the wisdom not to forget. Play the elegy, play the evening toll, when day break ends let the night crawl. Hear my command, I beckon you. Feast on my blood and fears. I summon you Evade... ")

After finishing her chant Natalia wagged her finger allowing the drop of blood fall into the pool of black onyx shadow that had gathered at her feet. The shadows began to warp once more and lurch as if trying to hold something back and at bay from the unknown nether. A pale bone white claw shot from the shadows, tearing and clawing its way out form its blackened shadowy confinement and prison. The Figure began to hoist itself from the depths of the abyss until its whole body broke into the surface of reality as the nightmare creature completely manifested itself before the beautiful young woman that had called to him to come out from the abyss. The Figure's white visage began to shift and darken until its true colors and pigments solidified into a solemn grey hue. The humanoid figure stood about 7 feet tall (give or take a few inches or so) a dark gray robe draped over its large muscular yet lanky body. A dark grey shawl hung over its crooked grotesque horned head. It hands rested on a large great sword which seemed to be made out of charred bone of sorts. The blade was about sixty percent of Natalia's height. The blade was so sharp that when a leaf from one of the nearby tree floated by and made contact with he blades edge, the leaf cut cleanly in half without the creature to use any force or even move the great sword resting in its hands. Each of the two halves of the cut leaf slowly floated to the frosted ground, and in a matter of minutes, no seconds, the leaves began to wither and decay as if it had lived countless seasons in a blink of an eye. As the leaf crumbled to dust the grim figure looked down at Natalia, although it did not have any eyes, the seemingly blind monster seemed to directly stare at Natalia. Its fanged mouth clenched in a perpetual twisted horrible grin for the damned creature had no lips.

A dissonant raspy whisper echoed from the perpetual darkness that coiled around Natalia and the creature "Simum appellare mihi es ... vis ad peto ne tam cito finis audes vocas?" (Which roughly translates to: You are very brave to call for me... I ask of you, do you wish to meet your end so swiftly that you dare to summon me?" ) the creature mused in a gleeful tone. Natalia laughed as if she was talking to an old and dear friend. She then stepped closer to the ghoulish entity as if approaching a close relative. The monster swung its wicked blade at Natalia. Natalia stood there unflinching unafraid. The Blade screeched to halt, the force of the sudden stop was so great a burst of of air. The torrent of wind rushed past Natalia, her crimson strands of hair swayed wildly until it slowed down to a gentle sway onto a gentle stop. Natalia chuckled as she brushed red hair tucking it behind her ear neatly. She smiled and began to spoke in the same language of the demonic creature.

"Non cogitas te in occursum meum, primum quando finis. Conscientiam es ex contractus. Ego dominum tuum et ad te et vocavi a officium ... et quod expecto victoria formam penitus non minus quam olim amicus meus .. . post omnes, non materia quam currere ieiunium et quam longe sunt ... vos mos reperio ea est quae non semper est causa amici veteris mea?" (Which can be translated to: "I do not plan to meet my end any time soon. You are aware of the contract. I am your master and I have summoned you for a job...and I expect nothing less than utter victory form you my old friend... after all no matter how fast and how far they will run... you will always find them is that not the case my old friend?" Natalia mused as the creature pulled back its blade away from its master. The Demon chuckled, its raspy laughed bellowing into the midnight sky