Black Roses

Chapter 1

December 22nd, year xxxx, in a village on the outskirts of Sneznaya. For quite some time, there have been reports that a mystery death has been discovered in that village. What's strange about these deaths is that they all appear to be asleep, yet the frequency with which they occur in such a small community is unusually high. The demise of these victims has caught the interest of some people. These people are members of Fatui, a group that specializes in dealing with demons and other matters related to the Abyss.

The Fatui carried out with the investigation, which went off without a hitch. With a few sacrifices, they are able to be lured those demon inside a mansion surrounded by mountain. About 5 of them were apprehended. Everything went according to plan except for one thing and that is one of their targets managed to slip away.

"Did we lose one?" “I think we lost one” As panic and tension began to rise in the room, muttered whispers could be heard flung between them.

"You're all fucking incompetent!  can't even do this job correctly," someone in the dark side of the room said. His hair and eyes were as dark as the night sky, as his eyes stare pierced his subordinate coldly. "Fuck this shit, why do I even have to be here supervising these dumb incompetent recruit train," he curses loudly, loud enough to silence the entire group, which is around double his size.

"Aww come now scaramouche~ no need to be so cruel to the new recruit," said a tall man with ginger hair and an ocean-blue eye as he stepped from the side to join his coworker, whom he referring to scaramouche.

"Fuck you childe, your presence only makes everything more annoying" Scaramouche snarled back at childe, who simply shrugged them off.

"Hey, how about we catch this rat that managed to flee? Unless you're too afraid to lose to me with those short legs~" childe says with a grin to his statemen. He knows how to entice Scaramouche to join him in his ridiculous games, which irritates the man even more, but he agrees nevertheless, followed by another cursed word.

Soon after, they began their little game of hunting down a demon that had managed to escape from their incompetent subordinate, who they purposefully let go for the time being to observe how their new recruit performed their duties. To a high ranked Fatui like them, pursuing such a small pray is like a child's play. The thrill grew with each passing moment for both of them, but Scaramouch was the one who felt it the most. He enjoys how his prey is still attempting to flee from him. He can't stop himself from laughing. In the dead of night, his laughter becomes even more menacing. A laugh that was accompanied by a growing blood-thirsty in his chest. Oh, how he wishes he could see his small prey in despair. To be terrified of him. To beg for his forgiveness.

Scaramouche doesn't waste any time in pulling out his special weapon. A gun with enough power to harm a demon but not enough to kill a human. As though he's getting ready to eat, he licks his lips and points his gun at his prey's leg. Childe, on the other hand, lurked in the rear the entire time, watching everything. He may be taller than Scaramouche, but in terms of agility and mobility, no one in the fatui rank can beat him. Besides, even if he catches up, he doesn't want to bother this crazy man he refers to as comrade fun games. He should have known better than to bother him in such a state. And it amuses the man to see his friend enjoying so much pleasure in this little game.

**BANG** a loud gunshot could be heard cutting deep into the night's silence, along with his target tumbling into the thicken snow and blood slowly pooling beneath them. Scaramouch's lusty gaze is drawn to the figure who is still resisting. "What a bitch" he thought as he yanked his target over to examine their terrified expression.

Oh, that terrified expression, he adored it. Every time he does his work to exterminate these demons, he never gets sick of it. He aimed his gun at them once more, but this time he aimed it towards their forehead. He, on the other hand, waited. With his typical grin, he waited for his prey to plead for compassion, but all he got was his prey passing out beneath him. He was taken aback by this.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA What a performance, comrade. I can't believe a demon passed out right in your presence" Childe breaks the silence with his laughter as he claps in amusement. "Who is the demon now?" He continued, but was met with only a scoff.

"And here I was thinking I could have more fun torturing this one," Scaramouche mutters under his breath as he prepares to murder the demon in front of him, but his coworker just responds with a quick "Wait up comrade."

Scaramouch, on the other hand, is not delighted. He gives Childe an irritated look, which Childe shrugs off as he walked over to them and knelt to examine this miserable demon.

In closer inspection, it reveals that the demon is a female demon with (hair color) in (hairstyle) and two broken horns affixed to her head. The horn on the left side is almost fully fractured to the base, while the other side appears to be half broken. And childe saw that, unlike the previous succubuses and incubuses they'd encountered, her figure had very little sex appeal.

"This one seems a bit odd," childe remarks after completing his examination of her.

"What does it matter?" "Do I look like I cared?" Scaramouch scoffs back. "Are you Done?! He continued to point his rifle at her, and said in irritated tone "I want to finish this already."

“whoa there hold up. Don't you recall Dottore's request for an experimental subject? Let's not kill her yet because she has a special case, and let Dottore deal with her." Childe reacts, While he tending to the demon's injured leg.

“tch whatever. Im leaving. you all so damn annoying." Scaramouch replies as he puts his rifle down and walks away, leaving Childe alone with the demon.

And that's how the Fatui expedition in that village concluded, with a surviving demon joining them or rather being captured.