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Chapter 1: Bad Moon Rising

Don’t go out tonight
It’s bound to take your life
There’s a bad moon on the rise.

A lone figure was chained to what looked like a pillar, coming to his senses he tried to yell out but to his horror he discovered that his mouth was sewn shut, preventing him from making even a slightest sound. The figure then looked around trying to make out where exactly he was or how he ended up here, he remembered having a drink with a few of his friends at the bar and after that he was gonna head home, but everything else was a blank as if someone removed a large portion of his memory. His place of location sure didn’t bring any memories back, it looked like a forgotten and decrypted building, seemed like it was a shopping mall in the past, the many old mannequins and plenty of closed stores would be a dead give away. So the question now was why was he here and who the hell sown his mouth shut and drove these hooks into his body, trying to struggle more only brought more pain and agony which the poor soul couldn’t scream out. Then, his ears twitched as he heard someone or something approaching his way, soon trough the darkness a figure showed itself wearing a dark crimson robe which obscured the figures head and hands, while the figure was muttering something then more such hooded figures emerged from the darkness as their talk was starting to become clearer.

“Saint of the flesh…satisfies our hunger from your crimson depths…Let your blood enlighten us….Nourish and feed us with your eternal wisdom…..” They chanted all together.

Then one of the figures began making his way towards the restrained figure, while the other hooded ones kept chanting. The one that approached and then revealed a strange ceremonial looking knife in his rather skinny and bony hands, the chained up figures eyes went wide as he kept muffling and struggling more against his binds, as the figure got closer and closer while the others still chanted on.

“Saint of the flesh…satisfies our hunger from your crimson depths…Let your blood enlighten us….Nourish and feed us with your eternal wisdom….. Satisfy our hunger from your crimson depths….Let your blood enlighten us trough the crimson depths”

The knife wielding raised his blade and then plunged into the captive’s stomach. The captive let out muffled screams of mix of pain and horror, as the attacker’s hood slipped off showing a bald head with razor sharp teeth in his mouth, and dark red glowing eyes.

“Trough the flesh of the blessed one…” He growled, cutting the figures stomach open.

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“Oi, Hopps wake up we're here.” A voice said, breaking the long silence.

Letting out a soft groan, the gray bunny opened her eyes, cringing a little from seeing the bright light of the police sirens. Sighing, she then adjusted her coat and climbed out of the car, her gaze finally managing to make out the old shopping mall looking around she saw a few more police cars, along with a hospital van and even some reporter vans.

Judy thought, but then shook her head as she made her way inside the mall.

Slipping trough the yellow tapes and ignoring all the paparazzi along with the annoying reporters. Despite what many wanted to believe or have claimed, Zootopia never really has changed and nobody would catch you if you ever fell, just because the mayor chased away the so called “scum” to the less fortunate parts of the city everyone started to believe things have changed for the better. But that was just an illusion created for all those middle and rich class bastards told themselves, so they can sleep well at night. While in the lower parts of the city all the evil festered and expanded like a virus, with the cops having to constantly keep that virus at bay. Judy knew that eventually this city would be swallowed by all the criminals, and officers like her will be blamed for it. That was the usual status quo.

Sneaking trough the police tape, the bunny made her way inside the rundown mall as she met with a medium sized Rhino, who’s horn which was somewhat busted up as he was busy checking his phone, while holding a cup of coffee until he spotted the female detective.

“Hey Hopps, decided to join us?” He asked, taking a sip of some coffee. “Here I thought the party was gonna get dull”

“Heh, you know me McHorn, always the life of any event” Judy replied, then followed after the Rhino “So, what do we have this way?”

“Two officers were making their rounds, when they found the body.” The Rhino replied leading Judy deeper into the mall “I'll admit, I've seen some fucked up shit Hopps, but even this made my stomach turn.”

Before Judy could ask what he meant, she stopped seeing the scene before her eyes. Chained up against a large pillar, was a stallion in his forties with his stomach cut open while hooks were in his body having pulled his stomach and chest apart exposing not only his internal organs but a shattered ribcage, oddly enough the hooks looked like they emerged from the floor itself without any means of cables or proper holding for them. Holding back the urge to vomit, Judy shook her head as she approached the body trying to study it better.

“Quite a scene, wouldn't you agree?” A sudden voice said, making Judy jump back. The voice belonged to an opossum wearing a white coat, looking like he was in his fifties, wearing a pair of glasses with short albino hair, while sporting a somewhat twisted grin “I must say, rather impressive~”

“Tch...You would say that, Doc.” Judy muttered, huffing as she turned her head back towards the body. “What can you tell me?”

“Well, I can say he was cut open by a very sharp blade and the fact his ribcage was shattered by a strong punch” The opossum said, adjusting his glasses “And as you can see some of his organs were removed”

True to his words, Judy did notice of the corpse missing some of his internal organs, more precise it was his heart, lungs and guts. This made Judy think they were dealing with someone who was harvesting organs, but that didn't explain such a twisted way of execution, plus the hooks that emerged from the floor. Both McHorn and Doc were busy explaining something, while Judy spotted something in the figures mouth, licking her lips the bunny slipped on a pair of gloves and then tried to reach for the object also spotting that the stallion had markings on his mouth, but the flickering object drew her attention more. Licking her lips, she finally managed to pull out and saw that it was some sort of strange coin, which also had a scrap of paper attached to it. Raising her eyebrow, Judy studied the coin which looked like it was made from pure gold or least it seemed to have resembled gold; on the face front was am image of a strange creature which had an opened mouth which showed some really sharp teeth, while the flip side had an image of a raven with fire underneath it. None of this made any sense to the bunny, as she then opened the scrap of paper to see just two words written in blood “Nicholas Wilde.”

“Oi, Hopps you found something?” The Doctor asked, as Judy quickly pocketed the note away as she tossed the coin towards the opossum.

“Wacha make of this, Doc?” She asked, as he carefully studied.

“Hrm….Never seen anything like that.” The doctor responded, adjusting his glasses “I’m gonna need to look this up.”

“Yeah, you do that. I have a feeling this wasn’t just your common murder.” Judy murmured, heading towards the exit.

“You think it’s a cult or something?” McHorn yelled in her direction.

Judy didn’t respond this time, as she continued walking her thoughts on the writing in the note. Whoever this Nicholas Wilde was, he owed her some explanations. As she stepped into the cool air, Judy looked back and shook her head. Zootopia never changes; nobody will catch you if you end up falling.

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However, little did the citizens of Zootopia know that there was another side to their fair city that nobody even knew about or maybe they just pretend they didn’t wanna know and willingly ignored it? Something that crawled between all the nooks and crannies of the city, filling it up like venom, creatures that mother told to their little kids or those who just existed in stories in myths. But, all this was true and there were only a few of those who knew the existence of this other world. One such location was in a lone bar by the name of “Valhalla”, most of it’s patrons seemed like your usual animals, but a few did show differences for example a cheetah who’s tongue was more snake like, while a simple goat eyes were catlike. While most drank their drinks or watched the sports, some were eyeing a lone room which had the words “PRIVATE” written on it.

Inside a card game was going between four figures, with one of them being a orange furred fox wearing a somewhat dirty trench coat, shirt with undone tie and pair of pants. The second figure was a rather large warthog dressed as your atypical biker with the leather vest, jeans and tattoos covering his shoulders; the last two were a ram with an eyepatch on his left eye dressed in a somewhat casual suit and a panther that seemed like a small time street thug with a hoodie covering his face while his hands were bandaged up.

“Hehe, seems like I won again~” Nick murmured, blowing out a cloud of smoke as he tossed his cards on the table “Guess lady luck really does love foxes~”

“Yer just bein' yer lyin' selfe again Wilde” A warthog snarled, slamming his fist on the table “Yer be usin' dem fancy tricks of yers!”

“Now, now Louie you really think I'm the type to cheat?” The fox replied, flashing an innocent smile as he began shuffling the cards again. “Or to use magic?”

Louie gave another growl while his friends, a panther and ram were glaring at Nick with venomous gazes. The trio clearly wasn’t the types you'd wanna mess with or to anger, and yet here was a fox that was practically cleaning them out and yet looked like he didn't have a care in the world. Looking at them with a friendly smile, Nick then looked at the watch as he put the deck on the table.

“Welp, sorry boys it's been fun but I gotta run.” The fox said, standing up and slipping his coat on as he began pocketing the cash “You've been some good sports, specially for low class demons~”

“Hey! Whom are ya calling low class ya flesh fucker?!” The ram growled, his eyes turning into lizard like slits for a second “We can just easily tear yer carcass to pieces and have your soul for a snack!”

“Now, now why should we break such a great friendship?” Nick replied, flashing another smile as he pushed the card deck across the table “Here, since I'm a good sport have my lucky deck~”

The trio looked at each other as the warthog shrugged and then grabbed the deck; however when he did that a red circle appeared around them with chains grabbing the trio followed by fleshy hands.

“W-W-W-What the fuck is this?!” Louie yelled out as he struggled. “W-Wilde! What is this shite?!”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. Some of your friends from down below were asking for you three, apparently you've been long overdue for a return.” Nick said, as he headed for the exit “So, tell “hi” to me from your boss when you see him~”

“WILDE! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!!! DEAD YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!!!!” Louie yelled out, but soon went silent as he and his companions vanished underground.

Looking back, Nick smirked as he stepped outside finding himself in a rather noisy bar where happy hour was going on full spin. With hands in his pockets, Nick hurried towards the door but found out that it was locked, but then he noticed some of the patrons glaring at him, with a few hissing and growling as they were slowly getting out of their seats and making their way towards him. Flashing a faint grin, the vulpine began making a hand gesture.

“If I were you guys, I’d return to my drinks and card games. I’ll just need one final word to send this place to the moon.” He growled, as some of the customers muttered something among each other “Or at the very least catapult you fuckers to all the holes you crawled out from.”

Giving a few more dissatisfied growls, they all began returning to their seats as the door clicked open, with the fox stepping outside only to find himself under some heavy rain, sighing the vulpine looked up and flipped off the clouds.

“You fuckers have some shitty sense of humor” He muttered, making his way towards a lone van and got inside “Home Jeeves...”

“You know, I'm not your personal driver.” Finnick replied, glaring at Nick who tossed 100$ on the dashboard “Hurm....Fine...”

Nick didn't say anything, as he instead pulled out another cig and lit it up. Burring himself in his coat, the fox closed his eyes while the van drove away into the night.

Description
Chapter 1: Bad Moon Rising

Don’t go out tonight
It’s bound to take your life
There’s a bad moon on the rise.

A lone figure was chained to what looked like a pillar, coming to his senses he tried to yell out but to his horror he discovered that his mouth was sewn shut, preventing him from making even a slightest sound. The figure then looked around trying to make out where exactly he was or how he ended up here, he remembered having a drink with a few of his friends at the bar and after that he was gonna head home, but everything else was a blank as if someone removed a large portion of his memory. His place of location sure didn’t bring any memories back, it looked like a forgotten and decrypted building, seemed like it was a shopping mall in the past, the many old mannequins and plenty of closed stores would be a dead give away. So the question now was why was he here and who the hell sown his mouth shut and drove these hooks into his body, trying to struggle more only brought more pain and agony which the poor soul couldn’t scream out. Then, his ears twitched as he heard someone or something approaching his way, soon trough the darkness a figure showed itself wearing a dark crimson robe which obscured the figures head and hands, while the figure was muttering something then more such hooded figures emerged from the darkness as their talk was starting to become clearer.

“Saint of the flesh…satisfies our hunger from your crimson depths…Let your blood enlighten us….Nourish and feed us with your eternal wisdom…..” They chanted all together.

Then one of the figures began making his way towards the restrained figure, while the other hooded ones kept chanting. The one that approached and then revealed a strange ceremonial looking knife in his rather skinny and bony hands, the chained up figures eyes went wide as he kept muffling and struggling more against his binds, as the figure got closer and closer while the others still chanted on.

“Saint of the flesh…satisfies our hunger from your crimson depths…Let your blood enlighten us….Nourish and feed us with your eternal wisdom….. Satisfy our hunger from your crimson depths….Let your blood enlighten us trough the crimson depths”

The knife wielding raised his blade and then plunged into the captive’s stomach. The captive let out muffled screams of mix of pain and horror, as the attacker’s hood slipped off showing a bald head with razor sharp teeth in his mouth, and dark red glowing eyes.

“Trough the flesh of the blessed one…” He growled, cutting the figures stomach open.

**************************************************************************************************

“Oi, Hopps wake up we're here.” A voice said, breaking the long silence.

Letting out a soft groan, the gray bunny opened her eyes, cringing a little from seeing the bright light of the police sirens. Sighing, she then adjusted her coat and climbed out of the car, her gaze finally managing to make out the old shopping mall looking around she saw a few more police cars, along with a hospital van and even some reporter vans.

Judy thought, but then shook her head as she made her way inside the mall.

Slipping trough the yellow tapes and ignoring all the paparazzi along with the annoying reporters. Despite what many wanted to believe or have claimed, Zootopia never really has changed and nobody would catch you if you ever fell, just because the mayor chased away the so called “scum” to the less fortunate parts of the city everyone started to believe things have changed for the better. But that was just an illusion created for all those middle and rich class bastards told themselves, so they can sleep well at night. While in the lower parts of the city all the evil festered and expanded like a virus, with the cops having to constantly keep that virus at bay. Judy knew that eventually this city would be swallowed by all the criminals, and officers like her will be blamed for it. That was the usual status quo.

Sneaking trough the police tape, the bunny made her way inside the rundown mall as she met with a medium sized Rhino, who’s horn which was somewhat busted up as he was busy checking his phone, while holding a cup of coffee until he spotted the female detective.

“Hey Hopps, decided to join us?” He asked, taking a sip of some coffee. “Here I thought the party was gonna get dull”

“Heh, you know me McHorn, always the life of any event” Judy replied, then followed after the Rhino “So, what do we have this way?”

“Two officers were making their rounds, when they found the body.” The Rhino replied leading Judy deeper into the mall “I'll admit, I've seen some fucked up shit Hopps, but even this made my stomach turn.”

Before Judy could ask what he meant, she stopped seeing the scene before her eyes. Chained up against a large pillar, was a stallion in his forties with his stomach cut open while hooks were in his body having pulled his stomach and chest apart exposing not only his internal organs but a shattered ribcage, oddly enough the hooks looked like they emerged from the floor itself without any means of cables or proper holding for them. Holding back the urge to vomit, Judy shook her head as she approached the body trying to study it better.

“Quite a scene, wouldn't you agree?” A sudden voice said, making Judy jump back. The voice belonged to an opossum wearing a white coat, looking like he was in his fifties, wearing a pair of glasses with short albino hair, while sporting a somewhat twisted grin “I must say, rather impressive~”

“Tch...You would say that, Doc.” Judy muttered, huffing as she turned her head back towards the body. “What can you tell me?”

“Well, I can say he was cut open by a very sharp blade and the fact his ribcage was shattered by a strong punch” The opossum said, adjusting his glasses “And as you can see some of his organs were removed”

True to his words, Judy did notice of the corpse missing some of his internal organs, more precise it was his heart, lungs and guts. This made Judy think they were dealing with someone who was harvesting organs, but that didn't explain such a twisted way of execution, plus the hooks that emerged from the floor. Both McHorn and Doc were busy explaining something, while Judy spotted something in the figures mouth, licking her lips the bunny slipped on a pair of gloves and then tried to reach for the object also spotting that the stallion had markings on his mouth, but the flickering object drew her attention more. Licking her lips, she finally managed to pull out and saw that it was some sort of strange coin, which also had a scrap of paper attached to it. Raising her eyebrow, Judy studied the coin which looked like it was made from pure gold or least it seemed to have resembled gold; on the face front was am image of a strange creature which had an opened mouth which showed some really sharp teeth, while the flip side had an image of a raven with fire underneath it. None of this made any sense to the bunny, as she then opened the scrap of paper to see just two words written in blood “Nicholas Wilde.”

“Oi, Hopps you found something?” The Doctor asked, as Judy quickly pocketed the note away as she tossed the coin towards the opossum.

“Wacha make of this, Doc?” She asked, as he carefully studied.

“Hrm….Never seen anything like that.” The doctor responded, adjusting his glasses “I’m gonna need to look this up.”

“Yeah, you do that. I have a feeling this wasn’t just your common murder.” Judy murmured, heading towards the exit.

“You think it’s a cult or something?” McHorn yelled in her direction.

Judy didn’t respond this time, as she continued walking her thoughts on the writing in the note. Whoever this Nicholas Wilde was, he owed her some explanations. As she stepped into the cool air, Judy looked back and shook her head. Zootopia never changes; nobody will catch you if you end up falling.

*************************************************************************************************

However, little did the citizens of Zootopia know that there was another side to their fair city that nobody even knew about or maybe they just pretend they didn’t wanna know and willingly ignored it? Something that crawled between all the nooks and crannies of the city, filling it up like venom, creatures that mother told to their little kids or those who just existed in stories in myths. But, all this was true and there were only a few of those who knew the existence of this other world. One such location was in a lone bar by the name of “Valhalla”, most of it’s patrons seemed like your usual animals, but a few did show differences for example a cheetah who’s tongue was more snake like, while a simple goat eyes were catlike. While most drank their drinks or watched the sports, some were eyeing a lone room which had the words “PRIVATE” written on it.

Inside a card game was going between four figures, with one of them being a orange furred fox wearing a somewhat dirty trench coat, shirt with undone tie and pair of pants. The second figure was a rather large warthog dressed as your atypical biker with the leather vest, jeans and tattoos covering his shoulders; the last two were a ram with an eyepatch on his left eye dressed in a somewhat casual suit and a panther that seemed like a small time street thug with a hoodie covering his face while his hands were bandaged up.

“Hehe, seems like I won again~” Nick murmured, blowing out a cloud of smoke as he tossed his cards on the table “Guess lady luck really does love foxes~”

“Yer just bein' yer lyin' selfe again Wilde” A warthog snarled, slamming his fist on the table “Yer be usin' dem fancy tricks of yers!”

“Now, now Louie you really think I'm the type to cheat?” The fox replied, flashing an innocent smile as he began shuffling the cards again. “Or to use magic?”

Louie gave another growl while his friends, a panther and ram were glaring at Nick with venomous gazes. The trio clearly wasn’t the types you'd wanna mess with or to anger, and yet here was a fox that was practically cleaning them out and yet looked like he didn't have a care in the world. Looking at them with a friendly smile, Nick then looked at the watch as he put the deck on the table.

“Welp, sorry boys it's been fun but I gotta run.” The fox said, standing up and slipping his coat on as he began pocketing the cash “You've been some good sports, specially for low class demons~”

“Hey! Whom are ya calling low class ya flesh fucker?!” The ram growled, his eyes turning into lizard like slits for a second “We can just easily tear yer carcass to pieces and have your soul for a snack!”

“Now, now why should we break such a great friendship?” Nick replied, flashing another smile as he pushed the card deck across the table “Here, since I'm a good sport have my lucky deck~”

The trio looked at each other as the warthog shrugged and then grabbed the deck; however when he did that a red circle appeared around them with chains grabbing the trio followed by fleshy hands.

“W-W-W-What the fuck is this?!” Louie yelled out as he struggled. “W-Wilde! What is this shite?!”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. Some of your friends from down below were asking for you three, apparently you've been long overdue for a return.” Nick said, as he headed for the exit “So, tell “hi” to me from your boss when you see him~”

“WILDE! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!!! DEAD YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!!!!” Louie yelled out, but soon went silent as he and his companions vanished underground.

Looking back, Nick smirked as he stepped outside finding himself in a rather noisy bar where happy hour was going on full spin. With hands in his pockets, Nick hurried towards the door but found out that it was locked, but then he noticed some of the patrons glaring at him, with a few hissing and growling as they were slowly getting out of their seats and making their way towards him. Flashing a faint grin, the vulpine began making a hand gesture.

“If I were you guys, I’d return to my drinks and card games. I’ll just need one final word to send this place to the moon.” He growled, as some of the customers muttered something among each other “Or at the very least catapult you fuckers to all the holes you crawled out from.”

Giving a few more dissatisfied growls, they all began returning to their seats as the door clicked open, with the fox stepping outside only to find himself under some heavy rain, sighing the vulpine looked up and flipped off the clouds.

“You fuckers have some shitty sense of humor” He muttered, making his way towards a lone van and got inside “Home Jeeves...”

“You know, I'm not your personal driver.” Finnick replied, glaring at Nick who tossed 100$ on the dashboard “Hurm....Fine...”

Nick didn't say anything, as he instead pulled out another cig and lit it up. Burring himself in his coat, the fox closed his eyes while the van drove away into the night.