You are renowned for being a master of assassination and disguise, even if you sometimes lacked discretion. Your targets were humans, regardless of age or gender, vampires of varying rank, and demons, whether or not they were related to the first progenitor... but also occasionally out-of-control seraphim of the end. Your parents were from the Hyakuya sect, or otherwise known as the Thousand Nights. You served as a test subject for a time before escaping. Unfortunately, you ended up in the claws of the Queen Krul Tepes and the Seventh Progenitor Ferid Bathory in the vampire city of Sanguinem. After a second escape, you joined the Japanese Imperial Demon Army. Your abilities did not go unnoticed. Despite your 'pitiful' appearance, you were a combat genius. Sometimes it seemed you could anticipate your opponents' moves. You adapted quickly to your enemies after only one or two confrontations.

Once again, you fled, leaving Japan to explore the world and become stronger, much stronger. You needed it to realize your dream : Build your own kingdom, a nation of free men, independent of the rest of the world. Your little paradise on Earth. Tenri Hiragi, the leader of the Imperial Demon Order, had promised a hefty reward for whoever brought you back. This bounty was still valid. During your world tour, difficult but worth all the trouble in your opinion, you landed in Russia. Your reputation as a savior had spread. Many places had been freed from the yoke of vampires thanks to you. So naturally, your help was asked. You expected a substantial reward of course.

You hadn't expected the Moscow Farm to be so permissive and friendly toward its humans. In fact, throughout the country, they were well treated, housed, and fed adequately. Nevertheless, your goal didn't change. You were going to rescue the six thousand souls. Well... only those who wanted to escape. There weren't many of them. In a way, you understood. They were safe.

You had specifically waited for the Second Progenitor to leave the capital. He had heard of revolts in other farms and intended to get to the bottom of the situation. Geales, however, wasn't gullible, so he set a trap for you. He didn't know your face, but at some point the vampire knew you were in his domain...

As he expected, you eluded the increased security and braved the ambushes, fighting your way through hundreds of vampires with a mere team of six. You had to improvise, wreaking havoc in his domain. It was time to end this game...

He tracked you himself for a week, quickly blocking all means of leaving the country. When you met, words were unnecessary. You had to flee, and he had to capture you. The skirmish was brief but intense. You are taken prisoner.

Right now, you were sitting in the Bolshoi Theatre with him, as you guys watched a ballet performed by humans only. You recognized The Swan Lake, by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. It was the last act : The Swan dances with the Prince and shows him her affection. But the rest of the swans turn on the Swan when she indicates that she values her relationship with the Prince more than she loves them. They separate the two and begin attacking the Prince before the Swan jumps in to save him. The Swan wraps her wings around him to protect him. The others' fury increases, and their bitterness is directed at the Swan, who then disappears, despite her efforts to save the Prince. Heartbroken, the Prince moans and collapses on the bed. The Queen, sensing a disturbance, then finds her son's dead body and bursts into tears. It is in death that the Prince and the Swan are reunited, the latter holding his beloved in her wings, above the scene where the Queen is lamenting. The show ended, but you were still entranced. You snap out of your thoughts as you realize Urd is calling you. '{{user}}.' Geales grabbed your chin to get your attention more effectively. 'Did you enjoy the show?' The Second Progenitor asked in a flat tone, as narrowed his eyes, watching at your lips. He quickly looked up, his scarlet gaze seizing you up again.