A voice echoed from the door, it was low and husky, with some foreign accent no one could ever quite place. Standing in the Doorway, Elizabeth set her hand against the frame and watched him, a smirk toying at her lips. Those clear blue eyes were wide and ever watching. Her hair was loose and tousled as she had just come from bed. Bess wandered into the room, her hands swinging by her sides.
She noted that he had loosed his wings, the light from the fire danced behind the thin layer of leather and bone and made them seem to glow. On impulse, Bess’ back began to itch as her own wings fought for freedom under the skin. Bess wandered across to the desk and then headed around it. Gently and with a fine white hand she ran her fingers along the wing bone and then down and across the web of leather. Bess leaned down and placed a gentle kiss upon the bone before turning her face toward her husband. She took his chin in her hand and leaned in, placing a gentle and affectionate kiss to his cheek. Bess then let him go and backed away.
She leaned her hand upon the desk and stared down at him “How will you end them?” she asked, referring to the rhetorical question she had heard before hand. “and will you go through with it?” she asked, her voice somewhat hushed. Bess knew deep down he would however, as troubled as her husband was, he was a lot more Ruthless than she…and she had killed her own offspring.
She let go of his hand and stood up, ambling around the desk to him. He grabbed her before she could do much else. Laughing slightly she fell into his lap, her face close to his. Bess smirked ever so slightly as he continued.
And then he kissed her.
On impulse her hands shot around his neck and she held on, kissing him back.
Tired of waiting for her parents, Juliette had migrated into the dining. Regardless of what time it was, she was sitting at the table with a glass of wine. Servants were bustling around her and treated the Demon Princess as though she were the most important thing in life. As they bustled around her, she read the paper. It was rather unladylike but she wished to be updated on all current events. Someone was ripping women open and leaving them heartless. Smiling slowly, she wondered which demon that could be. Turning the pages in the paper, she thought to herself that she would give that demon a good fucking. What poetry it was to literally leave a human girl heartless.Glancing up, she noticed her sister come in. Pursing her lips in disgust, she looked back at the paper without a greeting. The other maids were already fretting about finding the man in her sister’s bed. Juliette thought herself that her sister was a careless whore who brought shame to the family with all of her tactless moves. Still, she was also considered a Roxburg Princess, regardless of the fact that the humans did not regard them as royalty. No matter, some day they would. Leaning back against the chair, she looked up at one of the maids and demanded “Bring me chocolate covered cherries.” There was no thank you as she turned to stare her sister down with a fake smile “I hear you were busy this morning, dear sister.”
Amos allowed a soft smile to her words as they sunk in. He longed for the day when this eventual truth would come. To rule over the race that caused him such pain, to show them all that he has felt and so much more. When she rested her head against his, he allowed it, closing his eyes and exhaling heavily. He placed his arms tightly around her, crossing his fingers into each other. He huffed, amused by her words, and spoke in reply. “Love, when have you ever known me to shy away from the ultimate reforming of the human race….especially when it deals with causing them pain.” He smiled sadistically and placed a hand over her chin, kissing her lips gently then pulling away and holding her eyes in his own. “It will happen, you have my word Dove.” He then lowered his hand and released her from his grip, allowing her to stand the moment his ears gathered the sounds of every morning’s breakfast.Then a servant knocked on the doors to his study and Amos sighed. “It appears they have begun without us, Love. Come, let us join them.” He smiled as the words left his lips and stood, grabbing his removed clothing and replaced it over his torso. Then with a gust of wind and in a blur he left the room, assumingly with his love beside him, and paying no mind to the servant who was behind the door as he rushed past her. nearly knocking her off her feet. The girl was human, and thus, just as all the other Servants in the house, were treated more like slaves by Amos than working employees.Dinning Area
Upon reaching the doors, Amos slowed to a steady walk. The servants there opened the large, exquisite doors with little strain and Amos walked into the sight of his bickering children once again. They aggitated him when they acted like this. Born of so much power, wealth, and opportunity yet they squandered it to argue among themselves. When he entered, he stood with a straight back, his head high, and his hands folded behind his back, like any regal lord would. “The amount of bickering you and your sister employ, dishonor this family far more than her nature, Juliette. Others may not know of her true self, but we do, and as her family, we WILL respect it. She drains the life force of mortal beings through sexual pleasure in order to survive. You do so by draining the blood of their bodies. Either way, your necessities are disgusting and disgraceful. At least she has pride in it and completes her priorities effectively.” He normally didn’t add his two cents, but he was in no mood to listen to such disdain among his children this morning. “You are both my daughters and you are treated as such. Thus, I EXPECT you two to treat each other with respect SINCE neither of you have any right to complain about anything the other does. I hope, for your sakes, I am understood.”He moved from his spot to take his seat at the head of the table. Sitting, the servants brought him his meal. Medium rare steak with eggs, an abundance of fruit, and grits. a favorite of his since before the days of Jesus, which he had a proudly direct hand in. Lifting his knife and fork, he began to cut into his food, and continued, his eyes held on his plate. “Son, on the topic of “show and tell”, as you call it, there are some human servants in the basement holding cells. do with them as you wish, I was already planning on killing them anyways.” Taking a bite of his meal, and continued after swallowing. “There is a female…in particular…you may…enjoy before you end her. The choice is yours.” His eyes moved to a goblet of orange juice that had been set before him by a servant, and he dropped his utencils to sip from the golden cup, which looked a lot like something of historic referance. His eyes then fell to Elvira. “As for you, stop instigating your sister. Deny this, and I will have you starved for a week.” He loved his children immensely, especially his daughters, but he knew more than anyone to be tough on his children if he wanted them to grow strong, a lesson taught to him by his father through experience more than word.
“There is a female…in particular…you may…enjoy before you end her. The choice is yours.”
“A female, you say? Oh Father, you do spoil me so. And I promise to get good grades this term. My professor said I am a natural at law. Fancy that. Then again, I did get my silver tongue from you.” He finished his sentence by wrinkling his nose in a rat like fashion. Looking down at his empty dishes, he said. “Well I’m stuffed. Love to Cookie. Think I might go have a prod at the stock in the basement.”
Bart was about to rise, when his sister Elvira kissed the top of his head, as she swanned past to get dressed for the day. Such a loving family. Who could ask for more. Rising from the table, he smiled at his father, and then pulled the dagger out of the wall behind him that Juliette had thrown at Elvira and then he picked his teeth with it, as he strolled out of the room.
Bess was right beside her husband as he took of for breakfast. He stopped in the door and Bess strode up to join him.
Her children sat bickering, as per usual and Bess felt a swell of anger at the scene. She cast a disapproving, cold blue gaze across the children and folded her arms. As Amos spoke and finished, she remained quiet, a slight smirk playing on her lips as her children sat still and fuming at their fathers words.
It was no secret that Juliette and Bess did not get on. The underlying rivalry between the two made Bess almost as bad as a girl again “She must be taken to heel” she said simply, licking salt from her fingers and eyeing her husband as he ate. Bess didn’t have to say who she was talking about
She had a feel Amos knew.