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Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
981
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+|+Brother's Keeper, Sister's Slayer+|+
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Nicholai stood between two overstuffed burgundy armchairs centered on a sea of forest green carpeting in the middle of the large library, starring at the lifeless hearth before with cold unfeeling eyes that had shifted from a soft brown to a hellish black, his hands clasped behind his back, feet spread in a stance of superiority only a Lord of Hell could manage. The fireplace sparked with flames a moment later, spilling warmth into the room with its large mahogany shelves loaded with hundreds of books, pages old and yellowed with age and perfuming the air with a faint musty scent.
After long hours mulling over the best way to get rid of his irate daughter, it had seemed the best plan would be to marry her off, and if he could further his own motives in the process, all the better. He would gain an ally, and eradicate a weak link his bloodline's great chain. It had seemed impeccable! Absolutely flawless! But now, the little bitch threatened his plans with her insubordination and irksome defiance, and that he could not allow without some sort of penance from that little tramp. He slammed his fist into his palm and ground it angrily into the flesh, stalking over to the liquor table and pouring himself a shot of brandy from the crystal decanter into a glass and downing it in one hit. In process of pouring another, he looked up as the heavy oak door swung open and set down the brandy impatiently. " Taking your sweet time were you, Mephisto?"
Tall, dark, and brooding, with a heavy aura of danger and barely contained insanity, Mephisto regarded his father with glittering green eyes as he shut the door behind him. Dressed in an all black tailored suit and gleaming black Armani dress shoes, long black hair pulled back in a loose ponytail at his nape, he moved like a demonic shadow, silent, and deadly. Power rippled off of him in waves, the very fires of hell reflected in his gaze, pure evil clinging to him like perfume.
" My apologies, Father. " He replied, his voice smooth and deep, hypnotic when he chose it to be. Nicholai snorted and lifted the glass to his lips, drinking deeply.
" Apologies. Bah! I'm sick of apologies! Next time you get here when I summon you, understood?"
Face expressionless, Mephisto nodded and leaned casually against the bookshelf nearest the door," Perfectly."
" I'm sure you were aware of our visitor tonight. " at his nod, Nicholai continued. " As much as I despise vampires, Sebastian is an ancient, powerful beyond anything I ever witnessed in his ill-begotten kind, and his bloodline is of the elite. Anya is reluctant in accepting his son's offer"”"
" Just like a woman." He snorted, shaking his dark head. The very sound of her name sparked an odd, potent mixture of hatred and lust, made his skin crawl even as it made his body hard and hot with desire. His body's traitorous reaction alone was enough for him to hate her as much as he wanted to fuck her
Nicholai shook his head in turn and heaved an irritated sigh " If it's one of the few things she's inherited from our side, it's that frustrating stubbornness of hers," Nicholai fairly growled, turning with his glass in hand and walking over to sit in his favorite chair before the fire. " Ungrateful tramp." He muttered, " I should have killed her centuries ago."
Mephisto smiled, the wheels of his dark sadistic mind beginning to churn, to plot as he sauntered forward with eerily silent foot steps, " It is never to late, " he began, stopping behind Nicholai's chair, " To correct such a mistake."
"Mistake? Bah! I do not make mistakes!" wisely Mephisto did not comment, for Nicholai, with all his years and power, had been known to make some grave errors in judgment, some more costly than others, but being a Sovereign of Hell meant he never had to answer for them. Instead, he stared into the flames and silently awaited what he knew what was to come next, resting his hands on the back of Nicholai's chair.
"She has been given three nights to make her decision. Arrogant bitch that she it, I know she thinks to wheedle her way out of this somehow. If she accepts, then she'll be out of the way, with her own kind, no longer perverting our line."
Fingers tightening around the back of the chair, nails digging deep, a faint smile came to his lips, eyes glittering, " And if she refuses?"
Nicholai scoffed as if he should have known the answer to that already, fingers tapping impatiently on the side of his glass, " Kill her."
The words were like hellish music to his ears. Finally, the protection of the family had been lifted from her and now his was the opportunity to be rid of her. The blade of their rivalry had just been sharpened by the pending order to take her life, simply waiting for events to play out like he knew they would, and it would be the very blade that spelled out her end. He found himself wanting her to refuse, to embarrass their father. It would only make things all the more fun for him.
" Am I understood, Mephisto?"
Mephisto grinned, " Perfectly."
Nicholai stood between two overstuffed burgundy armchairs centered on a sea of forest green carpeting in the middle of the large library, starring at the lifeless hearth before with cold unfeeling eyes that had shifted from a soft brown to a hellish black, his hands clasped behind his back, feet spread in a stance of superiority only a Lord of Hell could manage. The fireplace sparked with flames a moment later, spilling warmth into the room with its large mahogany shelves loaded with hundreds of books, pages old and yellowed with age and perfuming the air with a faint musty scent.
After long hours mulling over the best way to get rid of his irate daughter, it had seemed the best plan would be to marry her off, and if he could further his own motives in the process, all the better. He would gain an ally, and eradicate a weak link his bloodline's great chain. It had seemed impeccable! Absolutely flawless! But now, the little bitch threatened his plans with her insubordination and irksome defiance, and that he could not allow without some sort of penance from that little tramp. He slammed his fist into his palm and ground it angrily into the flesh, stalking over to the liquor table and pouring himself a shot of brandy from the crystal decanter into a glass and downing it in one hit. In process of pouring another, he looked up as the heavy oak door swung open and set down the brandy impatiently. " Taking your sweet time were you, Mephisto?"
Tall, dark, and brooding, with a heavy aura of danger and barely contained insanity, Mephisto regarded his father with glittering green eyes as he shut the door behind him. Dressed in an all black tailored suit and gleaming black Armani dress shoes, long black hair pulled back in a loose ponytail at his nape, he moved like a demonic shadow, silent, and deadly. Power rippled off of him in waves, the very fires of hell reflected in his gaze, pure evil clinging to him like perfume.
" My apologies, Father. " He replied, his voice smooth and deep, hypnotic when he chose it to be. Nicholai snorted and lifted the glass to his lips, drinking deeply.
" Apologies. Bah! I'm sick of apologies! Next time you get here when I summon you, understood?"
Face expressionless, Mephisto nodded and leaned casually against the bookshelf nearest the door," Perfectly."
" I'm sure you were aware of our visitor tonight. " at his nod, Nicholai continued. " As much as I despise vampires, Sebastian is an ancient, powerful beyond anything I ever witnessed in his ill-begotten kind, and his bloodline is of the elite. Anya is reluctant in accepting his son's offer"”"
" Just like a woman." He snorted, shaking his dark head. The very sound of her name sparked an odd, potent mixture of hatred and lust, made his skin crawl even as it made his body hard and hot with desire. His body's traitorous reaction alone was enough for him to hate her as much as he wanted to fuck her
Nicholai shook his head in turn and heaved an irritated sigh " If it's one of the few things she's inherited from our side, it's that frustrating stubbornness of hers," Nicholai fairly growled, turning with his glass in hand and walking over to sit in his favorite chair before the fire. " Ungrateful tramp." He muttered, " I should have killed her centuries ago."
Mephisto smiled, the wheels of his dark sadistic mind beginning to churn, to plot as he sauntered forward with eerily silent foot steps, " It is never to late, " he began, stopping behind Nicholai's chair, " To correct such a mistake."
"Mistake? Bah! I do not make mistakes!" wisely Mephisto did not comment, for Nicholai, with all his years and power, had been known to make some grave errors in judgment, some more costly than others, but being a Sovereign of Hell meant he never had to answer for them. Instead, he stared into the flames and silently awaited what he knew what was to come next, resting his hands on the back of Nicholai's chair.
"She has been given three nights to make her decision. Arrogant bitch that she it, I know she thinks to wheedle her way out of this somehow. If she accepts, then she'll be out of the way, with her own kind, no longer perverting our line."
Fingers tightening around the back of the chair, nails digging deep, a faint smile came to his lips, eyes glittering, " And if she refuses?"
Nicholai scoffed as if he should have known the answer to that already, fingers tapping impatiently on the side of his glass, " Kill her."
The words were like hellish music to his ears. Finally, the protection of the family had been lifted from her and now his was the opportunity to be rid of her. The blade of their rivalry had just been sharpened by the pending order to take her life, simply waiting for events to play out like he knew they would, and it would be the very blade that spelled out her end. He found himself wanting her to refuse, to embarrass their father. It would only make things all the more fun for him.
" Am I understood, Mephisto?"
Mephisto grinned, " Perfectly."