Maroon stood beside Cynthia as he watched the moon turning red. Everyone in the town had also stepped out from their houses. Those who had stood outside all stopped whatever they had been doing to look at the sky. Clearly this was the first time such thing happen to them; where the entire sky turned dark in a bright afternoon where the moon had turned so bright and red, as if it was boiling with lava.

"What's happening?" Cynthia questioned while looking at the moon. She also couldn't understand the sudden shift of the red moon. "The moon had been red since night and I know that but this is... this is beyond red and the sky... where is the moon?"

Maroon looked at his pocket watch for a moment to make certain he hadn't seen it wrong but the time was clearly in the afternoon. Suddenly he remembered the words Harriet said during the night. 

"The blood moon is the end of every happiness," uttered Maroon aloud, recollecting those words that Harriet had told him.

Cynthia looked at him with an utter look of confusion, "What?"

All of a sudden Maroon suddenly stopped talking and his eyes widened. "I have been called. Cynthia I will leave that man to you. We haven't been able to find him the whole night but I can tell he is still near here but is hiding."

Pushed with a new task, Cynthia nodded but she was still confused. "Wait, tell me where are you going!" Cynthia looked at her side where Maroon had disappeared from the thin air, leaving only small sparks of red. She clicked her tongue.

"Milady, we have found some place that might be strange," said the guards. At the moment they were standing at the side of the town, at the foot of the forest. Cynthia decided to finish this task before following Maroon.

Once Maroon apparated to the White Mansion, he immediately could feel the deaths around him. Both the smell of death and blood was so thick that he could tell there must have been more than twenty people killed there. With their large castle, there were more than fifty servants, male and female. 

He made haste entering the door only to see a woman crouching at the end of the staircase. Standing before the entrance door, Maroon saw the woman pushing in her hands into a vallet's stomach. She dug out whatever organs she wanted from inside the man's body before stuffing it inside her mouth. 

Maroon closed the door behind him with a louder thud to earn the attention of the woman. Her head twisted back. A better look of her face could be seen now that she had turned her head. Maroon saw the woman's mouth had been colored with blood, her eyes curving like a crescent moon flipped down while her mouth grinned widely.

"Oh my, I don't know there would be such an eye candy inside this house. Did you lost your way and come here? How unlucky for you to meet me here," the woman chuckled while pushing herself off the ground. "Don't worry, I often take easy when I kill handsome man. Like virgins, they taste so delicious when they are handsome."

Maroon assessed all around him by his eyes. He noticed how most servants that fell on the ground had no more saving in them. A chuckle passed by Maroon's lips, "But I am not a virgin and like you, I am a man who value beautiful objects or people. Beautiful things just need to be preserve, don't you agree?"

"So you do share my taste!" The woman rejoiced, wiping her mouth with her dress's sleeve. "What a pity we are not on the same path. With our taste, I was so certain we could be together as a partner who is a fan of beautiful people. I will kill you before adding your head to my collection."

"For certain," Maroon offered the woman a dead smile, "But I am more of a protective person. I like it when the beautiful people are well protected from the hands of ugly things," Maroon then looked at her, "Thus, I will have to protect myself from this ugly woman."

In one instance, the woman's smile fell. It appears to Maroon, he had hit the sorest mark of woman, hurting her pride that was so fragile. 

She spread her hands against her side, pulling the two daggers that had a unique shape. Instead of having a straight shape, it was made to a full circle with only some opening in the handle for her to fit her fingers. "You will regret this," cursed the woman. "You will regret calling me ugly and I will make you beg before me."

Maybe the woman expected fear from Maroon but she had failed as she had looked at him with a deadpanned look. "Don't bark, do it." 

The anger the woman had in her was akin to a blazing fire and added with the taunt, it only became worst. She took a step back, staring at Maroon all over. She didn't see any weapon from him and this human; this human was so weak. How can he not get scared or tried to flee as the rest of the humans.

While the woman works with demons, she wasn't able to differentiate between a human or a demon, letting her make the mistake of looking down at Maroon as the weaker one.

The woman ran forward and when she reached him, she moved her hands left and right, creating many swings of back and forth that was terribly dangerous as the woman had aimed for either his eyes or neck. Her purple dress had slits on her hips to show her long legs while her skirt was thin and flowy so she could move more nimbly.

Maroon dodged each each of the attack when suddenly from below, an electric current zapped him by his feet, leaving his whole body covered by the frizzling dark blue electric. 

The woman watched him and laugh, "I hope you are not done yet, right? And here, I was hoping to toy with you more as you seem to have a smart mouth."

The zapping on Maroon's body then stopped the woman watched, waiting for him to fall down the stairs but instead, Maroon stood straight like a pillar. "Did you hoped for me to fall on my knees? A shame, I don't feel like proposing you." Raising his hand a little and the fire on the candles inside their room flickered as if gust of wind had blown over them when the door and windows had all been closed.

The woman watched Maroon closely, seeing that slowly, his eyes turned from dull gray into a bright red color.

"Playtime is over. I'm in a hurry or my master will scold me."