An ancient city has an ancient legend, since the 1810s, there have been several disappearances of children, many of them were found dead, without blood, with strange marks.
The city of Lovecraft had long suffered from numerous crimes, including murder cases.
On the street in question where the children were found, around 1810, in Arco de Tales, when they came to visit, many soldiers and police officers went to visit the place, when investigating the case in question, many enslaved blacks were wrongly accused of the crimes in question, but the murders and disappearances did not stop.
In truth, they never found the real killer, but in 1770, an Irish woman immigrated to the American colony with her husband.
Her name was Deirdre Eileen, whose nickname was the beautiful Deirdre or Queen of Pleasures, her beauty preceded her, there in that city, she had a husband who was a great businessman, who worked with imports, he had large ships and factories, but his wife cheated on him, in this regard, with an enslaved black man, who she asked her husband to buy.
It turns out that she was jealous, she wanted everything for herself, but due to stories that said, she killed her husband, she went to trial, but blamed another black woman, who was the enslaved wife of this black man that her husband bought, during this trial, she was acquitted, for that, she lived with this man in his mansion.
What happened was that she was a witch, who, in order to maintain her youth, according to rumors, sought advice from a witch in the city, and that's how it started.
None of the authorities paid attention to the children she took to kidnap and bathe in their blood, so when the black children were not enough, she ended up taking other children, who began to condemn the enslaved blacks.
Due to her jealousy, she ended up killing her black man's lover, along with him, who tried to defend him.
They said that in the mornings, on cold nights, between dawn, she wandered around , hunting men and seducing them, posing as a prostitute, then attracting them, if they had children, she convinced them to introduce them and take them to her homes.
So, she had sex with each of the men, then killed them along with their children, she bathed in the blood of her lovers and the children of her lovers, if they had wives, she sacrificed them, even eating their hearts.
As she posed as a prostitute to attract a rich clientele, she seduced them, men paid for hours of pleasure, being known as the Queen of Pleasures, where she always had a captive clientele, never aging, always young and beautiful.
The night they would have with her would be like the last night they would have in life.
Betrayed women looked for the Queen of Pleasures for many years, up until the present day, she found the most varied clients, from men who had to be sacrificed, to when betrayed wives looked for the queen of pleasures.
She walks these streets to this day, when she managed to convert many of the women in the profession to join her.
Thus, creating the sisterhood of the queens of pleasure, the professionals of love, who maintained eternal youth through the sacrifice of children, born of these impure men, as well as of other men who betrayed their wives .
She enticed the younger women of that city, in the Tales arch, to attract men to be kidnapped, trusting that the impure men would be kidnapped, used as her sacrifices.
Some said that she was advised by a witch who sold spells, a woman from hell, who asked for sacrifices to keep her young forever.
Meanwhile, in other of the lost cities, small sections and alleys lay in ruins.
In the midst of exploring and organizing an expedition, in the middle of a city in ruins, far from the city, at an entrance to the south of the highway between the forests.
There was a lost city, whose road was blocked by some objects, among fallen trees, which were heading towards blocking the roads, among the various crows, isolating the roads.
Some said that there were deaths and disappearances in this ghost town.
Long ago, this was a business town, a rich and diverse area, but something happened, so that's why the smell of death became so muffled.
The woman in question, one of the explorers and the hunted at her side, was tracking some monsters, even demons, which could only be said to be their nightmares, in which things even worse than death lurked there.
As they walked alongside her through corridors, roads, alleys and trails, the young woman stood next to her colleagues, being called by her surname only, as Perkins.
What they knew was that she was one of those who survived that city, it was really problematic and hard work to convince the guide to go back there.
Even though, as he approached nearby, other graves had been scratched and opened by the claws of an animal...
But he wasn't sure if it was an animal that somehow resisted attacking Elizabeth Perkins...
Even if one warrior, who they called only Rusty , had any doubt that Monroe was their man, that doubt disappeared in the moonlit night.
This was a cemetery made by victims who arrived there, a cemetery made by monsters, but previously, they were made by men, not beasts or madmen, like now.
Good thing she did, she thought, as matter-of-factly as a plumber about to start an unpleasant but necessary job, it's time for Monroe to pay for her crimes and for me to have a decent meal.
During the early morning hours, at about 2:45 a.m., Friday, November 4, 1960
There were several disappearances, with many people not returning from the trails.
The seasoned cop supposed he would have preferred if the system had managed to take care of the sadistic and perverted trainer or the legend of the pleasure queen.
Even though this time there were countless crimes committed by other beings, which were not just children, unfaithful men, even young women from schools where the place became a ruin of what it once was, but for an uninhabited place, there are many stiff and paralyzed bodies there, bitten, scratched, and incredibly, dead as if they were mummified, frozen by time.
The worst part of it all was that it was the middle of a hot spring, amidst the drizzle of a hot day that drastically changed the temperature.