deadly divinations

Chapter Seven

He entered their sleeping chambers to find them empty. Everitte set the parcel he carried down on the table near the door. An addition that Sorrow had insisted upon since it at a stone dragon holding up it's crimson glass surface. He'd gotten it for her, an idulgent smirk painting his face as he ordered it delivered to the Palace of the Night. As he stood there now in their quiet sleeping chamber he realized just how used to having her sprawled out on the couch either reading one of the books that Phoenix had sent to her or just sleeping from sheer boredom he'd actually become. None of the other females really liked her very much for the sheer fact that she was his. They hadn't liked her when she was Sorrow, the Favorite Daughter of the Mother, Daughter of the Rainbow Skin, and Master of the Black Serpent . Now she was Sorrow the Slave of Slayer Everitte, Favorite to the Mother, Daughter of the Rainbow Skin, and Master of the Black Serpent. Daughters weren't supposed to be known for anything special. The fact that Sorrow was known for three things was something the other women didn't enjoy. The Untouched Daughters adored her but that was only because she was an outcast and they enjoyed the fact that she could become any color she wanted with a mere thought.

The sound of slashing tore him out of his thoughts and he looked towards the red curtain. Should he brave her anger and peek in on her? Or should he just let her come out and pray to the gods that she was naked? When a peel of laughter broke the silence, Everitte felt a sudden wave of anger wash over him and he charged into the bathing room without thinking. A scream like nothing he'd ever heard before met his ears and a sleek black figure shot through the water, hiding itself behind Sorrow's naked form. Everitte's ice blue eyes shot to her and he felt as if his entire body would be engulfed in flames.

He could see the anger clouding her face but his eyes didn't linger overly long on her lovely visage. Her skin was bright pink, her hair sky blue, and her eyes a pink so dark it bordered on red. He'd taken that much in before allowing his eyes to slid down lower. To her throat where the choker he'd given her a year ago rested always and lower to her ample breasts. They were rinsing and falling slowly in her anger, beconing him to nuzzle against the softness of them. His eyes carried on with their inspection. Through the water he could see a glint of a silver dragon fang piercing her navel. His eyes went lower still and he felt his lower body clench, his phallus hardening suddenly. There wasn't a single strand of hair anywhere on her lower body, her sex there for his viewing pleasure. He thought he saw a glint in the flickering torchlight but he wasn't sure. Squinting, he caught sight of it once more and his sex grew so hard he thought it would burst out of the restraints of his britches. There was a very tiny diamond piercing her clit.

Unable to keep his eyes upon her, Everitte avertted his face. Licking his lips he said, "I didn't mean to scare you." he said.

"You didn't." she said flatly.

The flatness of her tone made him look back at her in wonder. She was totally unbothered by the fact that he had just taken in the full view. The view that Phoenix had done a least a pound of gold worth of work for. "Um...Then what did I scare?" he asked, his eyes going back to the little diamond.

"Wrath." she said in the flat tone again.

Everitte brought his eyes to her face, reluctantly, and asked, "And what is Wrath?"

"The Tree Dragon that Phoenix gave me as a birthing day present." she said.

"He got you a... a Tree Dragon?" the Slayer said in disbelief.

Sorrow nodded, reaching behind her she pulled a dragon about the size of her forearm from behind her back and offered it up for his viewing pleasure. It was the exact image of a Dragon, only minature. Tree Dragons were very rare and costed a fortune. They fed off of insects and rodents so it wasn't hard to keep their little stomachs full. They didn't breath fire but they did have poisonous fangs and venom glands behind their lower canines. It was this venom that was put into the Honey Serum of the Sons. The little Tree Dragon now resting upon Sorrow's forearm was light brown in color with the golden spots of a Yew Tree Dragon. There were tales spoken among the Sons that the venom of a Yew Dragon could bring about True Sight. It was true that the Honey Serum of the Sons could bring about visions but one was never really sure if the sight he was witnessing was indeed going to come into existance. One would just have to wait and see how his light played out to learn the truth of what he saw.

"When you're done, I have something for you." Everitte said, forcing himself out of his thoughts and back into the present. "Something for your brithing day."

"Alright."

Clearing his throat and licking his lips, Everitte turned in a swirl of black fabric and hurried out of the bathing chamber. As he stood in their sleeping room once more, he tried to catch his breath. He'd never seen anything so beautiful in all his life. She heard her laugh again and groaned as another wave of heat crashed over him, his sex growing harder still. He looked down the line of his body, frowning down at his erection. Now was not the time for his desire to cloud his mind. There were other things that needed his attention and this one thing just wasn't one of them at the immediate time.

He was still standing there when she came out of the bathing chamber some five minutes. Everitte turned to her, his breath catching in his throat. She was wearing one of the robes he gotten her that day out in Town. It wasn't belted closed so he got a clean view of her body (now deep gold in color) from the hollow in her throat where the Dragon pendant rested, down the smooth line of her stomach where the Dragon fang glittered silver in the torchlight, furthing down where the tiny diamond beconned him. It was here that his eyes remained.

"Phoenix thought you might like that one." she said softly, bringing him out of his stupor.

"P-Phoenix suggested this?" he asked and was rewarded with a nod from her and a screech from her Yew Dragon.

Everitte's ice blue eyes and was greeted with a mirror image of his own eyes staring back at him, her now-violet hair falling into her face and obscuring his view of her right eye. He broke eye contact first, turning to the table and the parcel he'd lain there. Picking it up, the Slayer inhaled slowly to strengthen his resolve. Phoenix had suggested it after all. When he'd brought the idea before their Mother she had aggreed with the scarred Magician. Everitte turned back to the girl standing behind him. He held it out to her and she took it, looking at him skeptically. She tore the brown paper away from the box and pulled the lid off of it.

A look of wonder came over her face and his breath exploded in a rush. He hadn't realized he'd been holding it until the moment it expelled from his body. She liked it! It came as a surprise despite the fact that Phoenix had told him that she would like it. Their Mother, too, had been sure that she would love his gift once presented to her. Sorrow wasn't like the other Daughters after all. She'd tasted the Honey Serum of the Sons after all. That's what their Mother had told them. She's been given a vision in which Sons lay dead at her feet and a pair of daggers lay blood-drenched in her trembling hands.

Sorrow looked up at him. "Won't you get into trouble for this?" she asked.

Everitte burst out into laughter. "Worried about my 'worthless hide', are you?" he asked.

A frown creased her brow. "No," she snarled. "I just don't want Mother raising every level of Hell when she finds out."

The Slayer gave her his customary one-sided smirk. "Mother told me to get them." he said and savored the look of surprise that came over her face.

"Don't think that those are just for looks either, Sorrow of the Rainbow Skin." he said after silence streched on for several minutes. "I'm going to teach you to weild those beauties as they should be weilded. I am a master of the dagger after all."

Sorrow let the box slip from her hands and she lunged at him before he could do anything else. Wrath launched into the air, screeching his defiance and perching upon one of the four post of their bed. Her damp body pressed against his, her warmth surrounding him and sending him into a world of painful desire. It was the first time that she'd touched him. Ever. He allowed his arms to slip around her slowly, pressing her more firmly against him and his bulging phallus. She tensed for a moment and he experience a horrified moment when he thought she would pull away from him. Thankfully enough she didn't pull completely away but she did put some space between them. They looked down into one another's eyes, Everitte wanted so badly to close the distance between his lips and hers but he wasn't sure how she would react. The last thing he wanted was to tick her off when everything was going so well.

I did get the view after all, he thought and his one-sided smirk pulled at his lips just as his phallus pulsed.

This was too much for Sorrow. She pulled away him so gracefully that he was shocked when he realized his arms were empty and her body no long pressed against his. Everitte watched as she belted the robe and bent to examine her gift once more. Turning away from her, he turned his full attention to the large bookshelf. "So we'll start in a week." he said.

Sorrow looked up at him, a frown back on her face. "Why not tomorrow?" she asked angrily.

Everitte whirled on her, his eyes snapping with anger. "Because I said so!" he growled.

Without waiting for her to respond, he hurried out of their room and charged down the corridor. He had work to do. Thank the gods for small things. It would be nice to take his frustrations out on his victim. The poor bastard didn't stand a chance. A sick smile twisted his lips as he took the stairs up to the sitting room two at a time. Blood would pour forth like a flood and he would relish every crimson second of it.