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- I loved Luna, I would never leave without her, I would do everything to be with her, but she couldn't face it, at least I'll deliver the flowers to her, you know I'll do it when you're gone. - He said.

- I won't let you, I'll cremate my daughter, I'll never allow you to ever be together. - He said.

- Cursed, spiteful old man, not even in death, your daughter gets rid of you. - He said.

- I will dedicate my life to destroying yours, I will never accept it. - He said...

In the audience, Sasha said. – See you, nobody's going to do anything. – He looked towards the old ladies.

- If it ends up in a fight, at least the world would get rid of that old grumpy old wolf, we wouldn't have so many problems.

Those who see it think, but knowing that the old witches really ruled there, no one would move a straw to prevent what happened there.

- I see. – Sasha said, looking at the fight that evolved into something worse.

At that time, the old werewolf drew a sword from his belt.

So how and when did he carry a sword in the 21st century?

- Cursed, I will kill you, you will turn to dust, you will never join my daughter. - The old werewolf said, investing for an old wolf, he was agile, fast and had good reflexes.

- Old bastard, I should eliminate you from the face of the earth, before you cream my beloved. - He said.

He used his long nails to defend from a sword strike straight in front of him, parrying the sword, before pushing him, then the old wolf leapt up, one sweep of his feet knocking him to the ground, between tombstones, when they turned around, when everybody walked away, in the middle of it.

When the vampire was knocked down between a grave, the old wolf caught a sword, by a few centimeters, did not cut his groin, sticking the sword with everything in the ground, piercing a concrete grave between his open legs, the vampire in turn, gave a back somersault, with a flying one, knocking him off, pushing the old wolf, as he threw his sword, as the old man caught what he had in his hand, a scarecrow.

Then, thrown there with a huge stake, it narrowly missed piercing the boy's groin again, apparently, that was more his intention than simply piercing his heart, in the midst of the fight, when the boy, tried to impose home the old wolf , narrowly dodging his forehead.

With each blow, then, the vampire was piercing his shoulder, giving the old vampire the chance to kick him in the groin, this was his chance, when he realized too late that this was his target, he wanted to eliminate from the earth. his progeny.

- Don't do anything, let's take the body, before it creams, that will keep them busy at least for now. — The old wolf beside her retinues of godmothers.

- Do you know something? – Sasha questioned them.

- You noticed, then. – One of the old vampires said.

- Yes, if he is the murderer and he is the one doing this, then... - Sasha was saying.

- Well, we'll take it in our hands. – The old vampire said.

- How are you going to do that? – Sasha questioned them.

- You will know how we will do it. - The old wolf said.

- He is the murderer himself, so, without a diplomatic accident, how am I going to bring him to justice? – Sasha questioned him.

- Call the witch Circe, I have something to ask, and of course, call the goddess Eris, I want to ask something for her. – An old vampire spoke for all.

- What are you going to do...? - Sasha questioned.

- Well, do you want those cases of the murdered women to be revealed? - One of the vampires questioned him.

- I'll give you the resolution of it on a platter, in exchange you must let us treat the culprit in our own way. - The vampire woman said.

- Take it. – An old vampire said, when they looked from the audience, while their security guards were obeying their orders, while they fought, amid sword strikes, jumping over tombstones, destroying public and private property, in addition to cutting some tombstones along the way .

In the midst of starting a fight, both drew their swords, with a duel in the cemetery surrounding several witnesses who did nothing but watch and listen, as they fought around the cemetery, very entertained, busy and distracted by the unfolding and the result of what they did there.

In the midst of carrying the body of the maiden Luna, with the coffin towards the mausoleum, two goddesses arrived at the cemetery, one in green, the one with long red hair, tall and thin, it was Circe, at her side, a fat woman with dark hair. long and purple, pale skin, was Eris the goddess of discord.

- Hey, Sasha, how's it going. Eris questioned.

- Hello dear. – Sasha said.

- Is it a friend or an ex-girlfriend? - Alexander questioned him.

- We are just occasional boyfriends, we both drown our sorrows and loneliness together. - Sasha said with all the naturalness of that situation.

- Well, you are open and sincere. Romulus said, pulling him into a hug.

- He's ours now, girls. Alexander said.

- It's until the next time you leave them alone for a trip. Eris said.

- Damn it. – Romulus said, fretting over the lonely nights to come. – Women are all the same, they always want something from us. - Romulus said.

- I'm always available for a woman. – Sasha said.

- Well, let's see what the old ladies want. – Sasha said.

- Well, let's see. - Circe said.

- You know, girls, the bodies of all who are here, are not just those of wolves and vampires, further down the ravine, there is a human cemetery, where all the bodies that were found in the series of murders are buried, they face a case of injustice, it happens that we want to give them the means to avenge themselves, without having to face the justice of mortal man. - The old wolf said.

- What do you propose? – Circe questioned her.

- In search of the disagreement of the whole family, in addition to revealing the truth, I want them to give life to the dead, without them leaving their cemeteries or their tombs, I want them to use the scarecrows and dry mummies that live here, use the crows and crows to scream and look for the real culprits. – The old vampire said.

Both goddesses laughed, as they cast their spells towards each tomb of the ravines, bringing the scarecrows and the stalks, when the crows flew through all the cemeteries, bringing and flying each scarecrow, planting them in their tombs, among the mummies that they were embalmed, walking there with the faces of their murderers.

For the next few hours, the crows and bodies perched on the arms and legs and stems of the plinth of each scarecrow planted under the grave, calling out various names that had nothing like their family names.