Jack looked into a mirror. He found that his body had shrunk. A corpse was lying beside him. He walked to the side of the corpse and all of a sudden, the corpse jumped up, dashed towards him, and stabbed the long pointed fingernails at his exposed neck...
Jack opened his eyes. Seeing the wine bottles scattered on the ground, he realized that he was in the back alley of a bar. He pressed on his forehead as he was having a headache, and thought about the dream he just had.
Jack the Gentleman: This dream again?
Ruffian: Hey pal! Do you know whose turf this is?
A gang of ruffians appeared in front of Jack. Jack was neither surprised nor scared as it was nothing special to see gangsters in such a place. He stood up to apologize and took his steps to leave, but...
Ruffian: Hey you! Did we allow you to go? Hand over you money first!
Looking at the bodies died from excess loss of blood, Jack shook his head.
Jack the Gentleman: No aesthetics at all... This doesn’t match up with my art.
Jack the Gentleman: Beautiful art should be reserved for interesting people.
It was a silent midnight when Jack entered the town. Smelling the stench of blood and looking at the scattered bodies, he was not frightened. Instead, he thought the whole scene was messy, dirty and not aesthetically pleasing at all. It defiled his aesthetic senses. However, Jack had received a commission to investigate the causes behind the brutal murders of the townspeople.
Jack walked aimlessly along the street looking down at the bodies lying on the ground. None of the corpses’ skin were intact. With a kick, Jack sent a dropped shoe flying off...
Three pumpkins, their expressions pained, gingerly felt their heads. One of them pointed at Jack...
Pumpkin Trio - Dracula: Ah! Do you wish to die? You dare kick things at my head? Me, Lord Dracula?!
Jack curiously picked up the little pumpkin...
Jack the Ripper: Little guy, did you do this?
Pumpkin Trio - Dracula: I am the notorious Dracula! These two are my underlings. The one with the nail in its head is Frankenstein, and the other is Howard!
Pumpkin Trio - Frankenstein and Howard: We are NOT your underlings.
Jack the Ripper: That’s enough. Who killed these people?
Pumpkin Trio: How did you know master killed them?
Jack the Ripper: Master? Well, since you have admitted to that, bring me to your master.
Suddenly, Jack dropped Dracula and leaped off the side. A bone rapier stabbed at where Jack had just stood. A purple-haired teenager sat cross-legged on a wooden crate not far away. He smiled at Jack. With a slight twitch of his hand, the bone rapier jumped back into his hand.
Ed: Hey buddy, you seem kind of interesting.
Jack the Ripper: You are their master? You killed these people, right?
Ed: Haha! Do you want to try this as well, buddy?
Jack’s eyes rested on Ed, who he had now pinned onto the wall. He scrutinized Ed’s appearance.
Ed: You are not going to kill me?
Jack the Ripper: Kill you? Why would I do that? I just want to tell you that killing should be aesthetically pleasing. Murder, after all, is an art!
Ed: Art? I am not sure I know what you mean. I just like murder. You would probably want to know that I can smell the same from you.
Ed: You reek more of death than I do. Do you also like to murder, buddy?
Jack the Ripper: Haha, who knows? You are quite interesting. I have to go. See you.
Ed: Wait, let’s go together.
Jack smiled, and walked off without answering. Ed told the Pumpkin Trio to remove the blade pinning him to the follow, before following Jack, the Pumpkin Trio in tow.
Jack drifted through the realm. Since the day he consumed those souls, a powerful force had been battering at his brain. It had fragmented and confused his memory. All he knew was that his name was Jack, and he remembered that ice-cold beauty, with long blue hair.
Jack followed his fragmented memories and went to Holylight City. There, he recalled how he felt when he murdered. He had thought it was so beautiful. Yet, when he plunged his knife into the person standing before him, he no longer felt that same joy. Instead, it was quite boring. He threw the corpse aside and continued roaming aimlessly across the street. Suddenly, an ice-cold body bumped up against him. Looking down at her, he grabbed her around the waist...
Death Artist Jack: Is that you?
A helpless shrug came to Lisa.^ This was nothing major, since Agensi and Gretchen were not at the fort; only the dull Mark and annoying Midgley was there. Lisa had not wanted to speak to them, and so, she had gone for a walk to clear her mind in Holylight City. Yet, she accidentally bumped into a man. Furthermore, that man now had his arm wrapped around her, and heard that man asked if that was her.
Cyborg Craftsmen - Lisa: Sir, you have the wrong person. I don’t know you.
Death Artist Jack: But blue hair, and an ice-cold body...
Jack was reaching for her face when Lisa reached back to slap him. He evaded quickly in the nick of time. Confused, he looked upon Lisa’s wrathful face. He did not know that that she despised having her body described as such. Jack’s words had hit her right on her sore point.
Cyborg Craftsmen - Lisa: Die!
Death Artist Jack: Wait...
Cyborg Craftsmen - Lisa: Pinocchio!
Pugnacious Puppet Pinocchio: Master Lisa, insufficient energy. We must disassemble.
Shocked, she instantly separated from Pinocchio. Losing her balance, Lisa fell forward but pain did not come. It was as if something supported her. She opened her eyes only to see that she had fallen into the man’s embrace again.
Death Artist Jack: Ice-cold bodies are my favorite.
Upon hearing “my favorite”, Lisa’s face and ear blushed red. No one had ever spoken to her like that. She felt warmth surging into her face...
Cyborg Craftsmen - Lisa: You... how could you... be such a scoundrel...
Jack opened his grasp and allowed Lisa to leave his embrace. For some reason, Lisa actually kind of felt sad. Jack looked at Lisa; his instincts told him that this was not the person from his memory. Yet, out of a gentlemen's spirit, he introduced himself.
Death Artist Jack: My fair lady, please, tell me your name!
Cyborg Craftsmen - Lisa: Lisa... Lisa Bufano.
Such familiar dialog, such a familiar embrace; yet, this was not the familiar person from his memory...
After the two met, Jack returned to Fort Stirling with Lisa. He spent everyday in the workshops watching as Lisa conducted her research. While superficially, Lisa did not pay much attention to him; when it came to the details, she was always very cared for his needs. He liked this feeling, and even felt that spending the rest of his life like this would be good. However, that night, Jack had a strange dream.
???: ‘My dear, please come back!’
Death Artist Jack: Who are you?
???: ‘Come back and stay by my side!’
Jack snapped awake in fright. He saw the blue-haired woman and her streaks of crimson tears. His heart ached as he recalled the woman’s name.
Death Artist Jack: Elizabeth...
Since Fort Stirling was completed, the scholars had always selected the best from their challengers to serve in the fort or for research. That was why the scholars found it very odd today, since there was not a single challenger. Hence, they decided to investigate at the entrance but the moment they arrived, a stench reeking of blood rushed over them. That was when they saw Jack killing a challenger with a lethal blow...
Impulse of Power - Lisa: Jack, what are you doing?
Death Artist Jack: Lisa... This is the real me.
Lisa looked at Jack, finding what she saw unbelieveable. Midgley stepped forward after patting Lisa on the shoulder.
Midgley the Fatal Fang of Cobra: Demons cannot change their basic instincts.
Jack gently lifted his hand to stop the cannons attacking him when Gretchen pointed Combative Whale Monstro at him.
Gretchen H. the Pant of Whale: You dare cause Lisa pain? Die!
Impulse of Power - Lisa: Are you still the Jack I know?
Death Artist Jack: I never was that person.
Impulse of Power - Lisa: Then kill me!
Watching as Lisa collapsed, Jack could not bear seeing her in such pain. Jack had thought that he would simply be someone passing through her life; yet, he did not realize that he had left a seed in Lisa’s cold heart over the past few months. He turned to leave, leaving behind the weeping Lisa...
Death Artist Jack: My beloved awaits my return...
Lisa looked to the shrinking figure of Jack. Her tears would not stop running. Suddenly, Midgley pulled her into his embrace...
Midgley the Fatal Fang of Cobra: You still have us.
Gretchen H. the Pant of Whale: That’s right!
Spiral of Firestorm - Agnesi: Lisa is the best!
Mark-II the Blitz of Bumblebee: “Friends, forever.”
On the other side of the realm, Jack only wanted to find that ice-cold figure. Yet, he did not realize two lines of warm tears running down his face...