Werewolf Institute

Prologue: The bat-winged serpent.

In the spirited part of Shibuya City, Tokyo.

Far past the central railroad, a busty atmosphere was currently in spot, the location was, in fact, a traditional Japanese restaurant, bagging more than 4 stars to its belt in the last few years. The name of the restaurant was Izanagi Kentu!, culled from a Japanese legend about a b****y warrior god who created the whole World...

And the main term of the restaurant is said to exist in one word, Meat!

Any recommendations of recipes could be found here, from skimmed meat buns with tea to holiday embutido, Lucban Longganisa, Ishi - ewu, peppered meat...

from festival broths to hot pots and several others from all parts of the world.

Today had commemorated its 50th anniversary and like any other star restaurant, with the backing of high-class businessmen and ladybirds... it hosted a quirky sale with free coupons and vouchers, hidden inside some of the take-home gifts were gift cards and series of palatable items.

"Damn, we missed most of it. France, do you think we'll meet the reception? " The pitched voice, which was one of pessimism, had been correlated to a woman with her arm tugging a guy in a tuxedo. They reached the walkway.

. The girl was in her late 20s, wore a tight handless dress opened at the middle thigh and continuing downwards, this revealed her soft creamy legs with white, smooth as slick skin. She had dabbed in her makeup moderately but exposed her upper assets in a not so pragmatic manner, bordering on nonreligious, to something that screamed 'b***h!'

without any b*a or padded clothe to smoothen it the edges, little was left to be imagined and the hot gazes of men at the sidewalks rightfully concurred that.

The man was a stark opposite. He wore everything to a downright business manner — Even for a dinner —, Royce Watch fastened on a healthy left wrist, Cleanly shaven without a bit of tweaking facial hair, tailor-made Tuxedo that ended on great costly shoes... And finally with a slick darker than black hair that did nothing but aid in conveying his handsome Ovoid face.

", welcome to the Izanagi Kentu! Which organ do you want to stay in today? It's okay If you don't know, everything you need to know would be answered promptly by yours truly here, you can just ask me anything." A waiter came forth and genuflected with courtesy.

"Aha! France, you never told me they greet their guest in such traditional Japanese style! Am starting to like this place even more."

"You never asked." Still, with a straight emotionless face, The man, France responded in a carefree manner. Focusing on the ushering host, he answered stoically "Bring me up to the X Factory. Am sure your boss Kyle would freeze when he sees me."

When he said this, the receptionist became stumped.

"I don't think that'll be poss—" The Young Man stammered.

"What's the X factor?" The lady, Tanya asked quizzically at both of them. Seeing this, even the clueless lady knew something was wrong.

And without even turning his head to look at her, France answered, "Let's just say it's the 'Organ' higher than the VIP stage. The highest one can ever go. Isn't that right?"

"Ahh, Yes sir, it isn't that I don't want to take you in, but I don't have the authority to. Sir, maybe you can take another 'organ?"

"France, I think you should. Us being here is already something I would be pleased about, there's no need to go that far to please me." The Kentu was a top-notched restaurant that opened its doors only to the wealthy. For Tanya, such a place can only be seen from afar, and not visited. There wasn't even a thought to cause mayhem.

France's face showed a look of displeasure, it wasn't known whether it was intended for the receptionist or Tanya.

"Tell you 'boss' there's a humble undertaker here to act as his inquisitor. Give him the code, K—67. " France brought out a dark painting brush and flicked it at the attendant.

Tanya's eyes glowed with a touch of fanaticism. It came as a surprise to her that her last-minute boyfriend would turn out to be such an influential, wealthy man... Most definitely a multi-millionaire of a huge company or the Son of a billionaire!

'My makeup is too light!' The only thing she could find consolation in was her dress was just right to entice any man. This was something she had always been good at, and it wasn't going to go down south today. Make him fall and make him mine!

Boss said you can come up... But he added 'watch your head." The waiter spoke in a confused tone.

"Haha! Kyle? Am coming up, let's see who can take the other's head." France's face lit up with a smile, he strode in front of the waiter to the gold-plated elevator.

'Ding! ' The elevator.

"France! I can't wait! Please you must take a picture with me. It takes me happy. Now I can finally brag to my —" Tanya shut abruptly as she noticed a tense and suffocating atmosphere diffusing out from the 'X factory'. This wasn't what she expected at all!

Inside the X factory, rows of seats were occupied by a class that screams 'Wealthy! ' all wore glittering jewelry that flashed while reflecting the light. Far back, a loud 'banging ' sound reverberated through a closed room... Most definitely the private kitchen.

Around her, all the guests seemed to be enjoying their delicacy, and from the corner of her eyes, it was evident that they all had the same dish on the menu. Red Meat! She couldn't be sure, but the Red did not come off as a type of food coloring or some sort of chilly seasoning, but it was bordering on fresh, b****y meat.

From nowhere, a feeling of dread washed over Tanya, she gripped France a little bit tighter for support. Her dreams of better days all lay on this man now.

"Agent France... The undertaker. It appears Green Cut Inc. is in the hot pot now. You suddenly coming here on our 50th anniversary, it doesn't tell of anything good."

"Kyle!?"

France let out a smirk and focused on the man who just spoke out from the kitchen door. The man who came out didn't look his name, he was a fat huge ' being ' and had a one-piece lens on his right eye. He looked comical as he exaggerated it by peeping at France through it with his other eye closed.

But as soon as he muttered these words, all his VIP 'guests' in the X factory had condensed looks on their faces some angry, some annoyed while same gloating... All directed towards France.

"Kyle! Letting you off before was a mistake on my part. One I've still not come to terms with " France replied without batting an eye.

"Sure, sure. What beings your ' lordship' from his green pet-house to my lonely abode."

"I've come to take an inspection, Intel told me there are some strays among you." When France said this, it wasn't only Kyle, all the guests stared daggers at him.

"Don't be Absurd! We have already been registered clean by your superiors, why would they bring this up again?"

"It's not in my power to question them, only to do their bidding, You of all people should know this, Kyle," France said this and proceeded to use a device that looked like a temperature checker on each of the guests, although their faces were scrunched up in disgust, none of them made any action to stop him.

"This is getting weird," Tanya moved few steps away.

"Aren't you done now? As you can see, they are all clean —" was it dragon s**t luck or something, as soon as Kyle muttered these words in dissatisfaction, the device beeps with blazing red. The culprit, a good-looking lady with a clean-cut gown and a silver mask that probably cost thousands of dollars decorating her face.

"Stray found, Proceeding with extermination" France spoke stoically amidst the flabbergasting looks from Tanya.

"France you bastard! My daughter isn't a Stray! She's never killed, anyone! If you dare —"

[PTUI]

It was then, as bright red color blood tainted the lavish floor; did Tanya knew she made a terrible mistake. Whatever she got herself into, it wasn't something anyone could save her from.

"FRRRAAAANNCCEE! Brothers, sisters! Kill this bastard for me, Ahhh!" Not stopping there, Kyle let out a growl and pushed forward. Seeing his daughter slaughtered without a reason drove him mad, mad enough to see red.

In that brief moment unbeknownst to all, France's eyes let out a dip of a sigh, but were soon replaced with fright and then conviction.

"For justice!" He screamed and matched Kyle's tempo, in his hands a silver sword materialized into existence.

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Tanya, seeing this brutal scene, knew then that her life was hanging on a thin thread. It was a sure kill to say that the side that came out on top would surely kill to silence all witnesses.

' I need to escape... Now.'

"Where did you think you're going, Princess?" A tall man blocked her view.

France became a blur, he zipped past the angered guests as fast as lightning, finishing the deed before they could even react.

"You even have THAT with you?! what have you done! Green Cut would never get out of this. What are you still waiting for? Transform immediately," Kyle ordered, at the same time, his already huge body grew almost double. Hair grew forth from his pores, his eyes turned a bright shade of red, and what would've been his fingers grew to a long claw.

"Werewolves!!" Aren't they a myth? Why am I seeing them? Impossible¿ Tanya screamed.

France wasn't fazed, he Instead tore off his tuxedo, a metalloid material covered his body, this looked way in the Sci-Fi movies but Tanya firmly believed what she saw was real...

"Dough, Bring her here... France, I hate to do this but you left me no choice. We have your girlfriend. Give up and surrender or prepare to watch her die in the most painful and humiliating way in-humanely possible."

In reply, France's eyes glinted with a sad light. He shrugged, swiftly threw a sharp blade without turning his head back, and charged forward to continue his battle against Kyle.

Tanya slumped to the floor in disbelief This wasn't how it was supposed to end. Her life... Had just started, t should've. Dying here... So unreconciled.

"France... What exactly happened. This isn't like you at all." Was the last thing Tanya heard before she closed her eyes.

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Kyle fuffed with deep breaths. Laying around him were several of his Pack members... And the sinner himself.

Kyle tore his heart out at the end, but by then it was already too late. Of the 50 brothers and Sisters, only 18 remained.

"Fear the power of an Augmenter. Pack up people well have to relocate Immediately human sniffers would come it here soon — Who!"

"Werewolves eh? Nothing to write about. Even your invaluable 'brawn' was so overrated. Haha! What a pity, a good seedling had to die to take out some many of you."

"You!!! It's you, bastards. Curse your kind, b****y bats."

"Ha-Ha" Within a blink of an eye, a man materialized from the formless void.

He wore a black jacket, the same color as his iris. Not a sound was made as his feet struck the ground.

"Don't be absurd. With your paltry ability? You won't be able to make it out alive." infuriated Kyle did not stay idle, he ran towards the Vampire with his b****y claw striking forth towards it.

"Then stopped three inches away from its heart.

"How? It cant be possible. Where did you get so much Holy Silver? Just how long have you prepared to loot out all Werewolves..." Kyle's body fell limply with no life in it.

The werewolves did not have their usual arrogance when they saw this b****y Silver Rapier on the Vampire. Don't know who let out a scream, but they all dove out of the 60meters story,

"Ke -ke -Ke! Men, go after them. Let no one live." From the dark, several shadows leaped out and disappeared with a flash. One moved close to the Jacket Vampire and ask. "Duke, What about the bodies? Shouldn't we..."?

" Of course! Get the ghouls to dispose of their bodies appropriately. With such high-quality nutritious meat available in packs... Their evolution is just around the corner. Soon we'll have the best ghouls in all of Asia."

"Sick Pigs... Must they be so b****y?"

"Conte, did you take the video of everything?"

"Yes my lord." Another shadow emerged to form a pale-looking youth with a pencil stuck between his ear.

"Great," Duke replied, "You know what to do, edit it to make it look like th Green Cut Inc were the masterminds, they send it as a present to the Major Pack in Tokyo... Along with these Gift Cards. Ke Ke Ke"

"f**k! Look at this, am stepping on them!, Make the ghouls clean this up quickly, or someone's going to puke. Disgusting b****y Pigs, I can wait for the day we extinguish them all!!"