She had not arrived long ago in Dahlia, only in the early part of the night, she had a couple more hours before the sun would rise and before the two of them needed their sleep. There was a whole different atmosphere here than there was in Era and she was very certain which one she liked better. Nastasya and Victoire had first looked around for a place to stay, which was maybe a little more difficult considering she was used to a luxury of living people and most looked undead here, which was funny for she was one of those as well considering she was a vampyre. After looking around from place to place, they finally found one that fitted them and it didn’t have to be a big thing anymore as she had already lost all that. She could grumble more bad words every time she thought about it again. Her poor dolls, all burned, all gone. Her father’s life work. Which made her grin, the killing of her father was the most fun she had had for the last couple of days. Which was already quite some time ago, she was surprised how much she did not notice about the time going. Maybe the after effect of being actually a dead thing. She wasn’t sure if she should consider it in that way. She yawned as she placed her stuff on the ground, while she heard a knock on the door. She stared at Victoire for a second, hearing another knock before rolling her eyes and simply walking to the door to wait for a third knock and pulling open the door in that exact moment, ”What?” she asked to the undead thing that was standing in front of her, it said nothing as if it couldn’t and handed her a note. With a careful look at the undead thing she looked at the note addressed to the Scarlet Witch, how very interesting. It was a message from a person that called itself the Heretic and if she would want to meet him at the cemetery. ”Come on Victoire, the jewels are waiting.” Was her first answer after she was done reading, she pocketed the message and pushed the undead away from her door to leave her and Victoire out. ”Well take me to there, I am new as you should know.” It made some noise that wasn’t really anything but it started to walk and the two companions followed the thing towards the Forsaken Cemetery, what a lovely name that was. When she arrived, there was a fragile looking man and she narrowed her eyes but didn’t say anything, this man was probably the Heretic and she better not judge him before. When he spoke, informing her of the rest of the job, it was a very intruding voice, strong which showed more capability than his body. He simply explained that she needed to break caskets so he could use it for his new necromancy students.

It sounded stupid, necromancy students but she didn’t say anything, she would listen and would ask what it would give her and agreed with the jewels. Three caskets wasn’t that bad especially compared that almost a year ago she had been hiding bodies. As it was a perfect timing right now, the time were most people were asleep, she would immediately use the night to go on about the job. She and Victoire would walk around the cemetery to see if she could see where she had to go and to move past the gate. It was open and she looked left and right, her red eyes showing brightly in the dark night, there were still many people and she couldn’t understand that mere humans lived here after all the undead and the idea of necromancy students. ”Let’s pretend we are looking for a grave of a loved one as well.” and various names passed her mind but died down soon as she couldn’t remember faces and wasn’t even sure if she got the right names. The people here, it all looked like meals to her and she would have to clench her fist to focus on this job instead of killing and drinking blood of all the people here, she would take a few steps to some people but Victoire would correct her until they arrived at the mausoleum and she would find the three caskets that the Heretic had described. Now she had to find a way to open them and with the people outside, it made it a bit more difficult that she wouldn’t be able to simply hammer on it. She would have to pry it open with her hands, even if it would make her bleed, she would find another victim tonight, maybe two. She remained silent a couple of times to make sure no one would hear her, it sure did hurt but she was sure it would heal soon enough. It would take many minutes but she was as quiet as possible with small breaks so people wouldn’t hear her, besides Victoire kept an eye on the outside through the lower open space of the door. She wasn’t entirely sure what she should do else but once she was done, with bloody hands, she would make her way out of the mausoleum as soon as no one was around and hurried, with not a too quick step, back to the Heretic who stood with her jewels and she let Victoire take it, for her hands hurt too much and she let her companion go back to their room while she would go and feast tonight because her hands needed healing and she needed satisfaction and the like to remain sane even though she wasn’t much at this point. She wasn’t even entirely sure if she would be able to talk but they got their first job and they did it right so that was a good thing, they might be able to find more jobs later.