//A darker dream/ That has no ending/Something unreal/ That you want to be true//
//A stranger to my life/ Another mystery tale//
//The frightened princess doesn't know what to do/ Does she just run away?/ Does she risk it and stay?/ Either way there's no way to win//
//All I know is I'm lost/ And I'm counting the cost/ My emotions are in a spin//

-Dangerous Game

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Tenebrae 1906

Flinging the doors open, they flapped about like angel's wings, and Dance stormed in. Louis had got away. And he had taken the boy with him. The boy that he had great plans for.
His great oak desk, covered messily in files and paperwork stood at one end of the room. At the other was a great window, which allowed a stream of dancing sunlight in, and was also the place that Keres stood, eyes curious at his anger. He ignored her, taking to the desk and throwing the papers off with a sweep of his arm.

"Hissy fit, much", Keres commented, rolling her eyes. "I take it that Louis betrayed us then". Dance was still looking down, then realised, and looked straight at the Death Spirit.

"You knew?" he asked, in a furious tone, that only grew in intensity.

"He was a loose cannon, that knew from the start what we wanted those children for", Keres answered, and walked towards him, her dress sweeping behind her. "I don't think even Louis could be that bad a parent".

"I had the chance, Keres. I could have killed him on the spot. And I wasted that opportunity on... sentiment".

"Patience, officer, your time will come", Keres lulled, putting a hand on his shoulder. "One day you will have the sight of his blood on your hands, and that moment will be the best of your life".

"Maybe I don't have to wait. And I may have a way to make the moment all the more sweeter". Keres tilted her head with a curious gaze, and Dance smirked, clicking his fingers. A Vetala slunk up to his side, tutting in its own indistinguishable language, and Dance turned to it. "Bring out our guest, will you?" Bowing, it moved backwards, and Keres's face twisted into one that bore heavy concern.

"'Our guest'?" she echoed. "Dance, what have you done?"

"I have solved all of our problems", he answered bluntly, and a Vetala came into the room, followed by a young girl. She looked around with wide eyes, her curled, blonde hair flying in her face. A simple, grey smock adorned her thin frame. The Vetala positioned her in the middle of the room, in front of Dance, then slunk away.

"What is this?" Keres asked, prodding the girl with a lengthened fingernail.

"This is Olalla", Dance started, looking for any sort of recognition in the Death Spirit's face. He found none. "Olalla Hyde". Keres eyes widened, stepping back from him.

"You caught a Hyde? A Hyde that we can use?"

"The very same". A smirk appeared across Keres's face, and she moved towards the window.

"Then our goal draws nearer by the second", Keres murmured, looking out over the headquarters. Her empire. The dusty yard stretched out in front of her, peppered with various forms of creature, all training with sword and bow. She gazed across her soldiers, and she couldn't help a jolt of optimism soar through her veins. "Train her", she murmured finally.

"I'm sorry?" Dance replied, and Keres turned to face him, her silver dress twisting in long streaks.

"Train the girl to be a soldier. Turn her against her family".

"But-" Dance started, but was cut off abruptly by Keres's harsh stare.

"Hush!" Keres hissed, and smiled at Dance's uncomfortableness. "Do it, Dance. Make her one of us". Dance sighed, straightening his back to show he had decided to maintain some of his dignity. After all, whatever Keres said, went. He had no choice. Though, the more he thought about the idea of a Hyde under their control, the better it seemed. So he nodded once, making a smirk cross his senior's face.

"I will try my best".

"I have no doubt that you won't", Keres lulled, and eyed the young Hyde. After moment, she took a short handled blade and handed it to Dance. "Start now".

"Of course", Dance said after a moment, taking the knife in between his fingertips. With a sweeping motion, Dance threw it so it buried itself into Olalla's shoulder. Keres hoped this girl was who Dance said she was, or he may have just damaged a potentially great weapon.
The wound bled for a second staining her clothing red, then she looked down at it with eyes that burnt ice blue. She roared, like no six year old had before, and tore the knife from her shoulder swiftly. Throwing the blade, it landed at an angle in the tiles, then clattered to the floor. Dance looked on, and hummed.

"Needs some work", he murmured, and the girl looked up at him with wide eyes. "But there's potential".

"Children of her age absorb everything they hear, and it lives with them for all their life", Keres replied, and opened the tall doors that Olalla had come in by. Before leaving, she looked straight at him with a stern look. She nodded towards a case that had been sitting by the desk. Dance had noticed it when he came in, but didn't choose to ask about it.  "Remember that", she added before leaving. Dance sighed, watching the door close. It was going to be a big job; training Olalla. And it didn't help that their family, their kind were rather... erratic. Turning to Olalla, he noticed she was toying with the discarded blade like it was some sort of plaything. There was something there, he had to admit. Swiping the case from beside the desk, he opened it to five small vials of red liquid. Monocane. He knelt down beside her, and smiled maliciously. He knew what Keres had meant for him to do.

"You're going to be my student, Olalla", Dance started, and the girl turned, her eyes still ringed with blue. "But first of all". He took one vial out, and attached a needle-point to it, then abruptly injected it into the wound that was now barely visible on the young Hyde's shoulder. "Louis Hyde will be powerless against us. It will be me and you against the might of humanity. My Olalla. My... daughter".

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