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The faerie walked in the town under the moonlit sky. The streets were nearly empty, the houses were lit, the street lamps stood tall. The way they illuminated the path was almost magical, though Reina knew it was nothing compared to the wonders of her home. She closed her eyes and she saw it clearly. The leaves that dance with the wind glow lightly to light the way. The vibrant colors coming to life at the touch of the moon. Sometimes she'd stare blankly at the direction of their land, wondering if she should go back. It's been a while since she's been in the company of someone like her. Having these bothersome mortals around her fed her bitterness and rage more. She sighed lightly and opened her eyes again, getting sucked back into reality. She eyed the castle as she walked, wondering if she should attend the celebration hosted by the king. Getting in would be too easy. Mortals were nothing but ants. 





"Hey miss! Can you help me? I-I'm lost." A child tugged at her sleeve. Reina pulled away in disgust.





"Stay lost. May you never find your way home." Her eyes peered into the child's soul. And she saw her for what she truly was. The child tried to scream, but nothing came out of her mouth. She stared in horror as her vision started to fail her. She rubbed her eyes and she started crying.





"W-what did you do?" She sobbed.





"I took something from you. And you won't be getting it back." With a snap of the neck, the child fell... nothing but a lifeless body on the pavement.





 





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Elijah, after being shown to his room, knew it would be in his best interest to spend some time in the Ley. Giving his room only a cursory glance, he sat down in the middle of the floor, crossing his legs and slowing his breathing. Within moments, he had successfully gone into the Ley. The first thing he did upon entering, was to check to see if he had received any further communication from Feren. With an unheard sigh, he saw that he had not, and continued his walk deeper into his mind to analyze the current state of the Palace and it's occupants.


He saw hundreds of fleeting images of what the various servants were saying and seeing, and he absorbed them all. It was one of the benefits of using the Ley. Noting that they were speaking about House Lancaster, he concluded they must have arrived. He had done work for them once, he would have to give his best to Lord Jason. Next, he focused his search on what the more important occupants of the house were doing.


He saw Lord Thomas's vision, and wondered what he would think of this. Most people didn't fancy the idea of their eyes being looked through. Ignorance is bliss, I suppose, Elijah spoke, though no words came from his mouth. He saw that a ranger and a fellow named Orpheus had arrived. He was a tad surprised that one of them had come, as Elijah easily recognized him as one of them, but he knew it would be in everyone's best interest not to point this out to the king, but to just keep an eye on him. 


Then, all of the sudden, the image of a familiar face flickered into existence, gazing through the eyes of a young lady. He saw Seraphina. He lost all concentration and the Ley began blurring and spinning around him, and he tumbled out, gasping. He was not quite prepared for that. He both really wanted to see her and wanted to immediately leave the palace. He calmed himself and began breathing slowly and steadily. He would go see them. Only to insure Matilda's health was not in a dire state. 


And with that, he left to see Lord Arthur, Matilda, and though only a small part of him acknowledged it, Seraphina. He stood up and stepped out of his room, walking to where he sensed the presence of their minds. Eventually, he reached them, seeing the lot of them entering through the main doors.


"Good day, Lord Arthur," he made sure to say first, as was tradition, giving a subtle yet noticeably exaggerated mocking bow. He nodded in sincere good nature to Hedwig, smiling. "Hello, Sir Hedwig. Good to see you again."


He looked towards Matilda, a fond smile lighting his face. "Matilda, lovely as always, what a pleasure to see you again. I trust you are doing well?" Then he looked to Seraphina, and drew in a barely-perceptible shaky breath. She was as beautiful as she had been last he'd seen her. He forcefully pressed his smile back to a polite one. "Seraphina. Excellent to see you again as well." 


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A lone man floated in the middle of the sea, a shipwreck dying in the distance. As if the flow of the waves are being controlled, the man was brought to a group of rocks protruding out from the water. The waves slapped his weary body on one of them, blood continued to flow out from the wound on his side, attracting a presence from deep within the sea. 


The man heaved deep breaths, pushing himself so he could lie facing up. His eyes closed from the world, just focusing on his breathing. A little later he felt something slowly trailing his arm, a sultry hum of a woman filling his ears. He forced to crack his tired eyes open, revealing a beautiful woman with long red hair, her lips twisted to a tempting smile, her hazel eyes staring into his, slowly hypnotizing him. 


"My, my... What do we have here?" Her melodic voice resounded in his ears, his eyes following every movement of her lips. Her fingers trailing his skin, as if caressing it. What he did not notice was the scaled tail of the woman swaying back and forth behind her. Her eyes looked to her other company, the smile never leaving her face. 


"Another tragedy befell in this sea." She addressed her.


@CharmyPie
 

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The lady with 19 years to her name strolled behind everyone else. Her father and her brother were holding a conversation with Sir Jarin. Matilda followed quietly behind them, taking in the design of the castle. Sera, however, walked gracefully. She enjoyed feeling the blue silk cloth that covered her body and rubbed against her skin. It was borderline decent. If she bent in certain ways, or turned in certain angles, her beautiful body would have been exposed. 
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Men have turned their heads like owls, watching her walk, seeing her body. A smile made its way to her lips, enjoying the attention that she was receiving. 
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"A masquerade? Does the queen intend on making all her guests participate in such?" The lord sighed to Hedwig.
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"Will you not conform, father?" He asked.
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"I have no choice in the matter, my son. But I have other matters to attend to. The time we used for travel could have been used for other more important tasks su-"
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"Good day, Lord Arthur," A familiar voice reached Seraphina's ears. Her attention darted to the people in front of her. Her eyes focused on the man that turned her down not too long ago. She grit her teeth lightly. Her father seemed too preoccupied to answer the man properly.
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"Yes yes, good to see you again, Elijah." He gestured before walking away.
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"Hello, Sir Hedwig. Good to see you again." The man smiled.
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"Likewise." Hedwig gave a charming smile before eyeing his father. In Seraphina's eyes, he seemed conflicted... then again, he always was.
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"Matilda, lovely as always, what a pleasure to see you again. I trust you are doing well?" He greeted.
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"I'm doing great! I can do much more now, and it's all thanks to you, sir." Matilda looked down, blushing at his compliment. Seraphina almost gagged.
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Finally, his eyes met hers. Seraphina gave a sultry smile. 
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"Seraphina. Excellent to see you again as well." He smiled politely.
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"Do you really mean what you say? Are you really pleased to see me again?" She took a step towards him, closer than the customs of any land. She felt eyes on her but she paid them no mind. Was she not a lady of House Rowan? "You did leave me some bitter memories a while back, I'm not sure if I can reciprocate your words." She leaned even closer, "But that's what we are, aren't we? Bittersweet." She smiled at him again before pulling away and blowing a kiss. 
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Dinner had been a loud affair, and supper was not any different. 


Though the nighttime dimmed the patron's enthusiasm quite, the inn was a mess of snarky comments, booming laughter and then some. Avani had absentmindedly noted a brawl before the meal had been served, between a pack of muscles and a lean, somewhat scrawny ginger-haired man, and judging by the gasps that followed soon after, he figured the latter probably won the fight.


Not even the food could raise his rather sour mood by then - it was a soup which tasted like water with a bit of seasoning thrown in for good measure, and it wasn't too farfetched to presume it was precisely that. Not that he expected anything, he thought inbetween half-hearted slurps, but he has still been let down.


However, the man was too hungry to remotely care (the heat was very uncomfortable for someone like him) and meekly raised his hand, trying to alert the innkeeper's attention who was busy running around the tables, serving beer and snacks. Luckily, she saw him, threw him a thumbs-up before returning to her previous task. She stood next to his seat in ten minutes, one hand on her hip and the other on the table. 


"What can I do for ya, lad?" There was something in her manner of speech Avani hadn't noticed before: Her voice was surprisingly free of accent for someone who worked at such an area and establishment. While he had trouble even remotedly understanding some of other folk, she spoke like someone who had been taught to poorly imitate the commoner's speaking habits. It struck him as odd, but he didn't deem it important enough to ask.


"Any second servings?", he asked, sounding vaguely desperate, and nudged his bowl in her direction. She took it, inspecting it for a brief moment, before she shook her head to his disappointment. "Sorry, all gone. The ginger to your left bought the rest of it and handed me enough gold to get me through the next two winters." On cue, both of them glancing in the direction mentioned, and there he was, merrily stuffing his face full while the woman next to him kept his mouth shut whenever he started talking. A big pot stood between the two of them.


"I doubt they'll finish it, though, you could ask for some if it's that bad", she suggested and the thought of begging to some strangers mortified him. "I'm not stooping that low", he huffed, "I'd like to keep whatever honour I have left." "Why would it be gone in the first place?", she asked, a hint of amusentment and interest both in her tone. "Long story and not one I'm willing to tell", he said with a shrug and she nodded in response. "I can respect that. Can't say I wouldn't like to hear it someday." "Sorry to disappoint, but I doubt we will meet again." She gave him a mysterious wink.


"You'd be surprised." 


Before he had the chance to react, she had already left. 





An hour after their conversation, Avani left the inn, determined to take a stroll in the dark. Perhaps the cool air would help him sort his thoughts out.
 
"Do you really mean what you say? Are you really pleased to see me again?" She took a step towards him, and it was all he could he do to maintain his composure. He made an admittedly more forced smile then before and waited as she continued, seeing what she had to say. "You did leave me some bitter memories a while back, I'm not sure if I can reciprocate your words." She leaned even closer, and Elijah resisted every impulse in his body to wrap his arms around her and hold her as close as he could. "But that's what we are, aren't we? Bittersweet." She smiled at him again before pulling away and blowing a kiss. Elijah let out a shaky breath and spoke, collecting himself, her embittered words reminding him of the negative side of Sera. 


"I see you've managed to keep every ounce of subtlety I marveled in you when I first met you," his voice forcibly cold. "And  that you have certainly grown out of your desperate need for everyone to love you. Wait, sorry, I mean, desire you. There's no such thing as love, after all." His words were perfectly calm, but sealed within them was a heated fury. He glanced at the stunned Lord Arthur and entered the Ley at just a shallow enough level to replace his and the servants memory of the event that had just taken place with Elijah saying hello and leaving. And then, Elijah did exactly that, walking back to his room, seething with recalled memories. 
 
-time skip to the afternoon, @BalloonKing





Seraphina Rowan






Seraphina was alone in her quarters. She has changed out of her blue dress and changed into her white sleeping gowns. It was thin and almost see through. She has just finished taking a bath and she paced in her room, her arms around herself, her heart beating in her chest. She did not expect to see him here. How long ago was it? A few months? A year? She couldn't recall. She tried to make sense of the emotions that riled in her chest, but she could think of no explanation. The bittersweet memories that flooded her mind did nothing to ease her. She groaned lightly and took a robe and wrapped it around herself. She opened the door to be met my a knight, placed by Sir Jarin.


"Good afternoon~" She smiled sweetly.


"Where might you be headed in this fine afternoon, m'lady?" The knight asked.


"I wanted to walk around, is all." She let her hands go through her hair.


"Wearing that?" The knight eyed her clothes, a smear of red hinted on his face. 


"Hey now, don't you know it's rude to look at the body of a lady like that?" She cooed. "I see you, Philip."


"F-forgive me, my lady." He stuttered and looked down, clearly embarrassed. "Please don't tell the lo-"


"Oh just what will my father do when he finds ouut~" She tsked. "I'd hate to see you go, you were one of my favorites." 


"P-please don't tell." He sighed, defeated.


"Very well then, I'll just be going for a walk." She smiled. "By the way, where is the Ambassador?"She asked


"I-"


"Don't lie to me. I'm sure father would have had you find out. He 's so controlling that way."


Defeated, the guard gave her directions.


"See you later, Philip~" She waved goodbye and walked away, following the directions that the knight gave.


She reached a door.


She knocked.


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BalloonKing said:
House Merek 


The king sighed lightly and massaged his temples. The babe wasn't even a week old! He looked at the ranger and smiled sadly.


"Rise, Sir Alister." He said. "I thank you for your offer but I'm afraid that I cannot entrust my son to a man I've just met." He tried to explain. "I appreciate your concern and your words are heavily weighed, but I trust my son, Cedric, with everything." He paused. He thought of the odds of three men coming to see him in one day. The king grew suspicious. A knight entered and gave a bow.


"My king House Rowan has settled in their respective rooms. House Lancaster are by the gates. They wished to alert you that they've arrived." He bowed before giving his news.


"Heh, I see that Lord Arthur still sees the Viserp as a home to himself." The king grinned. "Do they wish to be in my audience as well? I'm afraid that I'm quite preoccupied at the moment. The queen would need me later in the day." 


"They simply told me to alert you, my liege." The knight frowned slightly, thinking that he should have asked the lord before going to see the king.


"Very well" He looked at the ranger again and gave a small smile. "You are both dismissed." He said before he left.


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"Very well, I understand your concern my lord, but know this. these creatures have adapted to our language and watch us. they have deep hatred for us." he left the castle and back on to the streets. he soon came across people gathering around something. he maneuvered through the crowd to see a Mother sobbing with her child, dead, in her arms. no it can't be he thought as he examines the child. He could tell the neck was snapped, a method of the fae. it can't be a fae unless.... its gone. he thought as he walked up to the mother and her child. damn it it is. he thought as he ran back toward the castle screaming "Damn Fae are Here!"


@CharmyPie
 
 A guard of House Merek


The guard raised an eyebrow at the approaching ranger. He did not let him pass. 


"Nonsense. Get on your way; we were instructed to keep security tighter." The knight warned as he rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. His words were final, and he wouldn't hesitate to use his sword under the authority of the king. 


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Elijah, who had been sleeping fitfully, awoke to a knock on his door. In his drowsy state, he lacked the presence of mind to check the Ley to find who it was behind the door. He hastily threw a robe around himself, wandering who would be visiting him right now. He opened the door, and to his surprise, he saw Seraphina. In...for decencies sake, we'll ignore Elijah's thoughts on her clothing. He stared for a moment, his normally firm control of himself off-set by his drowsiness, as well as other distracting thoughts.


"Um, Seraphina..." he managed. He cleared his throat. "Is there something you need?" he asked. He examined her face, trying to discern regret or anger in her expression. He still felt angry from earlier, but his sleep had taken some of the venom out of him. 


@CharmyPie
 
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"Is there something you need?" He asked. She rolled her eyes and gave him a sweet smile.


"Honestly Elijah, you should work on your greetings." She let out a light laugh. "Is that any way to say hello to a lady?" She wrapped her arms around herself and she shivered lightly. Perhaps her clothes weren't the best choice. She put her hands on his chest and gently pushed him in his room as she took a step forward. It wasn't in her agenda to be caught sneaking into a man's room. Her father would be furious.


"Is there something wrong with wanting to have a chat with an old friend? An almost lover? Someone who could have had the night of his life but refused?" She closed the door behind her and plopped herself on his bed. She posed rather lewdly for him.


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"Honestly Elijah, you should work on your greetings." She let out a light laugh. "Is that any way to say hello to a lady?" She wrapped her arms around herself and she shivered. Elijah barely managed to restrain himself from wrapping his arms around her to keep her warm. "Frankly, Seraphina, talking about an embittered romance with someone the moment you see them again doesn't exactly strike me as a proper greeting."


She rolled her eyes and pushed him, walking in while saying, "Is there something wrong with wanting to have a chat with an old friend? An almost lover? Someone who could have had the night of his life but refused?" She closed the door, and cast herself onto the bed, striking a pose that, once again, caused thought's in poor Elijah's mind that we must move past.


"Nothing wrong with any of that, I suppose." Knowing full-well she would take advantage of the situation if he sat down on the bed, he elected to remain standing. He stood silently for a minute, before speaking again. 


"You know...I truly have missed you. I do care for you. I hope you haven't doubted that in my absence?" he remembered who was speaking to, and in a momentary slip of his usual poise, he said bitterly, "Or have you found some way to fill my absence?" 
 
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Seraphina's smile disappeared.


"You missed me? Really now. I find that rather hard to believe." Hurt echoed in her words. She decided to ignore his bitter words, not wanting to talk about the men she brought to her bed. Deciding that it's warm enough, she decided to throw her robe aside. A pillow found its way in her arms and she sighed lightly as she squeezed it. Out of all the men that the lady has encountered, none of them have left an impression on her. None except the man who was never hers, the only one that refused her. And she hated it. If she so chose, she could have any man that she wanted. But why was it that the one that she craved for didn't want her the way that she wanted him. She didn't know why she wanted hi-


No, Seraphina. You don't want him. She was in denial.


"Tell me about your travels, sir. I long to hear the happenings outside of Gaun." She stretched lightly and offered a smile along with a change of topic.


@ThisUsernameIsALie
 
Elijah, much to his chagrin, gulped as Sera cast off her robe, grabbing his pillow that he always kept with him (having a bag that defies the properties of space-time is useful for storing sentimental items), and this time we most definitely won't share his thoughts on this particular occurrence. Feeling suddenly weak in the knees, he elected to sit down on the floor, leaning against the wall and streching his legs out as he did so, giving Sera a forced smile as he did so. He was grateful for her change of topic.


"Well, I'm afraid I can't tell you exactly where I've been, seeing as that would most likely be a breach of protocol, but I can tell you some of what I've done. Perhaps wandering the Foronto Desert, traversing their lands, or rambling through the rolling fields of Sarg?" He let out a legitimate smile as he began to speak, grinning at Sera. He remembered having done this before, speaking with her about his travels. He stopped for moment, staring at the floor. He then spoke, saying softly, "I really have missed you, Sera." 


@CharmyPie
 

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Jason looked at his siblings and nodded.
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"Head to your chambers" He said "Ser Gabriel, please escort them." He then looked at Ser Bryan and grinned.
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"Now you Ser will be coming with me to meet the king" He said as he looked at his face. It was rare for Bryan to be shocked. They heard footsteps and saw the king walking towards them. Jason smiled and approached the king.
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"Greetings, Your highness" He said with a smile and a small bow. 
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Sera listened with wide eyes, a smile, and enthusiasm. She enjoyed listening to his stories; she loved imagining things, as she's never allowed to leave the comforts of the castle. Elijah always leaves many unanswered questions, but this is something she's already gotten used to.


"I really have missed you Sera." He said again, after a short pause.


"If you miss me all that much, why won't you come sit beside me, at least. You stay away from me as if I'm struck with an incurable disease... do I repulse you that much?" She sat up and stared at him with pleading eyes. The pillow was still in her arms; covering what needed to be covered. "I would be lying if I said that I haven't longed for you in your absence." She hated admitting it.


@ThisUsernameIsALie
 
House Merek


The king was heading to his queen; she seemed to need his presence. He came upon a lord and his knight. The distracted king skidded to a stop and managed a smile.


"Do get up, sir knight." He said. "I see you have arrived, I must apologize for not having the luxury of time to have welcomed you myself. Please, if you need anything, the servants would be more than glad to assist you." The king was surprisingly alone, without any of his guards, not even the king's hand by his side. "Is there something you need to discuss with me?" He asked quickly.


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The afternoon was quite a bore for the fae with the gift of insight. Her mind was racing with the voices in her head. Such was her curse. She could see what the ordinary could not, though it is brought about with the insanity that rests in her head. The madness plagued her head. The personalities in her mind clashing against each other.
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"The lady of the night seem to be taking her time to befall us all."
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(The sun is taking too long to set.)
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She sighed lightly as she continued her stroll, ensuring that all the mortals that she passed was under her spell. But a certain someone caught her attention, a woman who seemed too familiar. She looked ahead of her and saw her standing alone, a traveler... a fae.
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"Tidings to you, sister of the night, might I peek in the lobes of your brain?"
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(Good afternoon, fae, can I bother you for a talk?)
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"If you miss me all that much, why won't you come sit beside me, at least. You stay away from me as if I'm struck with an incurable disease... do I repulse you that much?" Sera sat up and looked at Elijah with eyes that would have made a normal man do just about anything she wanted. But Elijah wasn't quite a normal man. He held himself from rushing to her, using all his willpower, when she said,   "I would be lying if I said that I haven't longed for you in your absence." That admittance broke through Elijah's forcibly cold heart, and he let loose a genuine grin, the kind he always really wanted to be wearing when he was with Seraphina. He stood up, walked over to where Sera had thrown her robe, picked it up, and given it to her, smiling. 


"Fine," he said, "I'll sit next to you. But at least put this on first, it's hardly a step above you're current state of dress." He smiled at Sera, giving her a knowing look. "You're all too capable of taking advantage of your lack of clothing." He laughed lightly. 


@CharmyPie
 
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Seraphina's heart burst in her chest, finally seeing his grin. She missed it a lot. He made a detour and picked up her robe, handing it to her. 


"Fine," he said, "I'll sit next to you. But at least put this on first, it's hardly a step above you're current state of dress." He smiled again, but with more meaning than before. "You're all too capable of taking advantage of your lack of clothing."


Obediently, Seraphina took the robe and draped it on her shoulders. 


"Will this be enough to satisfy your wishes?" She asked as she sat properly; it seemed as if she would behave herself. "I came to talk, I wouldn't do something you wouldn't want me to do." She smiled brightly and kept her hands to herself. I could try though She thought.


@ThisUsernameIsALie
 
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He held the dagger firmly in his hand, his father cowering in the corner, hands out in a desperate attempt at conveying fear. 


What is fear?


Not wanting to die?


A natural response to a dangerous situation?


Seraph felt fear in this very moment, his father's heart should have stopped beating by now with a dagger pierced through his chest. Seraph had all the control in the situation, there was no risk, yet he felt fear for his own future. If he kills his own father, what kind of future would await him in a life of assassins? Assassination is a tough job. Not with the law, not with morals, but with human nature. Whose life am I ending? Does their life hold enough weight or merit where I should be the one deciding their time of death? Most assassins kill to feed a vile urge of ending lives, and while it's a not-so-noble profession, it does hold a sense of grace. Only true assassins are never caught. Seraph's hands shake, his own future is riding on this moment. What kind of future will he have? Is there anyone who can see into the future? Is that a curse or a blessing knowing the future events, only for them to not be changeable. He raises the dagger, the steel glimmering in the moon casting through the window in the rather dark room. He can't throw it down, Seraph can't do anything but think loudly in his head and hold millions of arguments with himself at the same time. He tosses the dagger to the floor, the man in the corner wincing at the motion and noise. 


His eyes rip open.


He lie on a pile of hay in an old barn. He supposed it wouldn't hurt for him to take a nap in a run-down place like this, so he helped himself into the window, slipping into slumber in the comfort of another man's building. Seraph didn't have any place to rest his head, he simply either bought a hotel room or slept around in dark, abandoned places. What kind of future did he hold with the present he's living in now? His magic is the only thing he's found use of in this world. Not his potential to kill, not his immunity to many different lethal poisons, not anything he was trained for a majority of his life, but the thing he had been teaching himself from a very young age. 


He thought to himself: Maybe this could be used for better purposes? 


He has been in this large city for a long time, making no impact at all on anyone or anywhere in this place. The kingdom was at least always a large amount of steps away, always in view in its majesty. The kingdom could have need for him and his talents. A healer could be much appreciated, right? 


He's decided, he will be going to the ball. Not to waste time, not to feed his boredom, but to show his talents and make himself a future. He would have to take the initiative for his own destiny. 
 
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She heard a voice she knew too well. Ah, yes, the melodic voice of peculiar language all those years ago. Never had she thought that she would meet the fae she was looking for quite long time in a human city. A knowing smile rose upon her hooded face. She turned to the origin of the voice she heard, lifting up her head, revealing icy blue eyes. She let out a chuckle, lifting up her hood as she spoke at the fae.


"Oh my, oh me. Such a pleasant sight to see. Never had it crossed my mind to have meet your presence in the domain of beings that you loathe. Have you been well?" She asked, walking towards the fae, despite her tall stature, humans did not glance in her direction indicating that her illusion was still in its full effect. The buzz of town covered their silent exchange. 


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"The ants are tiny compared to the boot." The fae sang. Looking for you. The voices whispered.
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"This one is waiting for an opportunity." She smiled deviously. She walked ahead of the traveler, expecting her to follow. She had a skip to her steps, and her wings were exposed, not even bothering to clip them. Her abilities were able to conceal her from the world... no one saw her if she so chose.
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"My, my... What do we have here?" Her melodic voice resounded in his ears, his eyes following every movement of her lips. Her fingers trailing his skin, as if caressing it. What he did not notice was the scaled tail of the woman swaying back and forth behind her. Her eyes looked to her other company, the smile never leaving her face. 


"Another tragedy befell in this sea." She addressed her.
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Luna licked her lips almost seductively. 
"A beautiful tragedy, love." She hummed sweetly. In the distance, beautiful songs and wails of their sisters could be heard. It was eerily beautiful. "What fate do we bestow upon our visitor? Quick and easy, long and agonizingly perfect?" She listed them. Luna took the man's hand and let him touch her smooth and cold face. She took a finger to her lips and kissed it gently. She opened her mouth and licked.
"Slowly mmm" she started, "It's making me want... it's torturous." She sighed.
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The fae followed her footsteps, every three skip to her step took two long yet slow ones to the traveler. She stayed behind for it was only natural. For a master and a servant. "And may I ask what of this favorable time?" Though she had an inkling on what the answer will be. 




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The siren stretched her smile, showing the glutton behind the mask of seduction. 
"I believe we should take it slowly... Otherwise our love will not be reciprocated in such an endearing manner..." She looked back to the man, his face in a panicked question, to which she just caressed with her cold hand. She may be smiling, but her eyes told another story. A story of hunger and desire playing with each other. A deep chuckle escaped her closed lips. 


"What ever is the matter, love?" She hummed a hypnotic lullaby, the man lulling to a mindless human. She brought her head down, her soft lips kissing his as she released the man from his worries. Her hand trailed down his body and stopped, hanging dangerously on his lower stomach. Her nails dug in slowly, pleasure arising from his body.


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