Vileblood

The moaning wind rolled through the castles grounds, carrying curtains of pure snow. The castle was covered. Thick layers of winter rested atop the once great gardens. The beautiful blossoming gardens normally nestled between the rocky high walls, rested underneath a cosy cover of numb death. The cold seeped into Katharine's fingers, chilling them like the maiden winter had kissed her digits. The warm blood had quickly cooled and brought more cold. She was regretful for not choosing to learn the Chikage, such a reckless weapon had an upside to fighting in the snow. Covering yourself in warm blood might have helped, but she was getting distracted. Three of them stared her down, fools of the church.

 She had heard of the golden helmed idiots strutting around Yharnam, peacocks flocking about the stony streets, eager to please their Logarius. Other knights and nobles spoke of them. grey robed and comical, conical crowns of gold. She had already take one for the night, she would have three more before returning to the castle. Her queen was waiting, Katharine wasn't one to be late. Annalise would have what she desired, these executioners were nothing more then meagre dregs. The first lay before her his frame seemingly unmarked besides the one smooth slash across the stump of his neck, head and cone separated for easy transport. He had been fast, but the steady folding of crumpled snow had given him away. She had been faster, being so close he barely reacted to her series of slashes, smooth and elegantly his head toppled free.

His body crumpled under it's momentum and the uneven snow. The others had walked towards her, more weary then their blood thirsty friend. Steam rose from the steadily spreading pool of blood, the sanguine sap pumped before steadying slowing to a trickle. Pureness stained red, his unclean blood bold and retched. It lingered the breath of a dog and the blood of a beast. Filth of the church Katherine thought to herself, the sodden and rotten dressing in drapery and playing paragon. They claimed purity but carried the taint far worse then any Vileblood. She could smell it on them, in them, like the lost in old Yharnam. They were beasts wearing the skin of men parading around in the cloth of the church. Repugnant, Katherine had nothing but pity and hate for the lowly fools.

Rich and virtuous blood lingered in between. Their cloth bore the marks of past knights. She would avenger her kin, they would not go on forgotten. "Filth! thy kind will end here!" the nearest one spoke, brevity and self importance thick in his deep voice, it wasn't a bad voice. she couldn't fault it. If it had belonged to another owner, who else knew what she would have thought. It was a handsome voice, echoed by that fool's crown. The other two kept their distance clearly content on watching. Katherine smiled smugly at the men, she could have loved a voice like that. But she was distracting herself again. Dropping the smile she glared, straightening  her back she brought Clevinace to her side, the Reiterpallasch had served her family well. Gripping the edge of her skirt, quickly she curtseyed to the men. "I will be your executioner" She spoke delicately putting emphasis on the word they clung to so dearly.

Almost as dearly as the clung to those damn wheels. The two nearest held those bizarre weapons, arcane craftsmanship sat within those sanctified wheels. They defiantly stood out. Her Reiterpallasch felt light and steady, her breath coiled against the snowy sky flowers, it was a wonderful night to hunt. Skipping over the corpse in front of her she charged the wheel barer, he grunted loud swinging his damned wheel, he was sure of himself. Confidence steady in his veins, a surety he would hit her. A beastly grunt carrying a ring of his voice too, her roared out as he swung it splitting only the air. It met nothing she had relied on her speed while men adored their strength. He didn't even see her as her blade slipped across his belly and thigh. Painting the ground crimson she rolled behind him as he swung again aiming for behind.

 Blindly twist he put his entire weight into the swing. Blood flowed from the deep gashes painting his waist red. Facing her the wheel cracked the earth where she once stood, scattering snow and chiseled rock. He had seen her then. How she did not know, but his eyes had met hers through his gold veil. Breathing deeply he reached back for another slam. She could see his chest heave and shudder as she charged. Such unrelenting strength driven on by the hammer of hate descended towards her as she met him. With a tertiary slap it was misdirected, the key stone removed the wall collapsed as Clevinace found his heart. She was against him now holding up his heavy frame, the wheel lay against the snow a bloody stained relic. He shuddered and coughed his last words ragged, bestial and lustful even maybe for her even. But maybe for blood, for revenge. "Retched... Vileblood.." He grimaced out through his echoey crown.

Her head rested against his soft chest, the warm bundles of cloth quickly cooling. The lovely voice beholden to her. "Retched? Yes, Vileblood? Yes" she replied quiet enough for only him too hear, glancing up towards the tall man's face she could see his chin and neck. Sharply  Structured and defined. A thick sprouting of stubble sat on his face, blood dripping from him. Hard and rich and masculine, it drowned her mind. She could have loved him and his voice. But she was a Vileblood. Blade slipping free she dropped him. The others wasted no time with their comrade lost to the void. "Filth!" the furthest roared young, cracked and  rage sodden. The nearest silently spun his wheel, thick bloody miasma began coating the arcane weapon, steamy red heat rising from it. Maternal and feminine. Such a shock full sent. She couldn't be! Katherine thought too herself as the woman charged. Her glowing weapon destroying all it met, fleeing her with each dodge. Stepping and moving the executioner followed the second had joined yelling incoherently as he charged from the side catching Katherine off guard, dodging the wheel a slim blade slide down her back snaking down around to her hip, another scar to the worn canvass that was her body.

Gritting her teeth she slashed at the second, meeting blade with blade, before skirting away from a wide swing of the wheel. miasma seeped off the blessed weapon burning and setting alight the snow briefly. Flicking the delicate lever on the guard of Clevinace it's mechanisms swung free and folded her blade it's guard disappearing. The second executioner's swing ending early and whiffed through the flake heavy air. She aimed at the woman executioner defenseless from such a unrestrained swing. Pulling the trigger Clevinace erupted silver, deep in her stomach it dove. Katherine grinned as the executioner froze, the realisation to heavy to bear as she mopped her leaking womanhood. She should have know better to come to this place so, she would pay the price. Katharine glared death into gold crown as a whimper echoed free. "Why?" The woman muttered tears and sorrow deep in her voice.

The sobbing came as the second executioner twisted and delivered short stabs and slashes towards Katherine. Flicking her blade back Katherine ended him quickly. A strong stab through the heart and neck put to rest the young executioner. The woman's sobs echoed strongly as Katherine made the distance. "Why?" The woman sobbed again, hands pressed desperately against her bloodied womb. Katherine felt no pity for her as she drove Clevinace through her throat, tear chocked gasps escaped the woman before Katherine took her head. The thought of his voice still strong within her veins. For a moment she stood in the quite wind, distant shouts and screams did nothing to meddle with the image of him . She would have married him, maybe even bared him a child. She could have loved a man like that. But she was getting distracted, gingerly she turned two the remaining headed corpses. Maybe queen Annalise would allow her to keep his.