Sess: Hello world that has the power to breathe the same air as me...! We present this small Long-fic, a remix of the songs Servant of Evil and The Madness of Duke of Venomania.
Shade: My dear friend Sess... finally convinced me to make this version in English, having completed the original version in Spanish. If anyone is to blame, is she... and now that I thinking, also that I have some blame (?)
WARNINGS: + 17. Scenes raw and strong and trying very sensitive issues such as rape, polygamy, witchcraft and Satanism. If you are faint of heart, do not read it, so we avoided further damage and future quarrels
Disclaimer: Vocaloid is not ours, it belongs to Yamaha Corporation. The Evil and Deadly Sins Sagas aren't our property, it belongs to Mothy (I like this guy really bad ¬¬*)
Dark Lust: Servant of Venomania
Created by Shade Shaw Reilly and SessKagome4Ever
18 Slaves, in reverent fear of God submit yourselves to your masters, not only to those who are good and considerate, but also to those who are harsh.
1 Peter 2: 18
Servants, paid enemies
Creole proverb
Slight beams of light of the dying Sun it was the only thing that more or less was illuminating that desolate place; even at the early hour, a dense greyish fog had surrounded the place and the temperature had descended enough. It was a very sad day for the picturesque mountainous village of Asmodín, which already was starting to suffer the consequences of autumn, with the last summer crops already starting getting lost. Sometimes it was heard, distantly, the sound of the ravens and magpies overflying the yellowish wheat fields, already turned into rotten fields wherever you can look.
The young Len Kagamine ran down the long unpaved grove leading away from the village and drive to the home of the overlord of all this land and also, his master: Gakupo Kamui, the Duke of Venomania, a young man of long purple hair. He ran as much as his legs could. If he was late again, his master would punish him and he had enough with the two kicks in the shin that he gave him when he had forgotten to throw sugar in the cup of tea one afternoon.
Soon he saw the windows of an extremely luxurious and elegant building, half hidden between the forest and the lake, which made it difficult to see, unless you saw it from the mountains. It was a small castle of white stone and mauve ceilings, crowned with a bell tower, residence of the Dukes of Venomania for more than three centuries. Len extracted a key and opened the high black fence that guarded a large and elegant garden full of cedars and rhododendrons, including strolling peacocks and pheasant. He climbed the stone stairs and opened the double heavy door. He entered in the lobby with the soles of his boots full of mud and flatus on one side, as if he had knife buried between his ribs, but he couldn't wait longer.
The dark hallway, scarcely illuminated with candles wagered in the wall, was draped with a luxurious purple dark fabric. Finally he entered in an enormous room, also draped with the same purple fabric, with a chimney as big as to roast an ox; in the walls there were hundreds of objects bathed in gold and silver, exquisite paintings and tapestries. In a large armchair, from backs to him and watching the fire crackling merrily, Gakupo was resting, with the head resting on one hand and eyes closed, as if he appears to sleep.
―Almost late… again.
―I beg your pardon, my lord―Len replied, bowing―, I had an errand to...
―Yeah, yeah… I know where you were, servant―Gakupo interrupted him with boredom―; but that doesn't excuse you to be late… I'll discount that of your salary―He sentenced while drinking a half-filled glass of wine and emptied in one sip―. Oh yeah! Len: Prepare Luka and Miku for this afternoon― He ordered to Len, smiling so… morbidly. The servant's blue eyes darkened.―. You can now retire.
―Yes, master…―Len replied with another bow and retiring to the next room. He walked up the wide wooden stairs that lead to the second floor of the house, where refugees in their rooms, were the "guests"… to bring to his master whom he wanted today.
Len Kagamine had already been four years serving in this house; and in those years he learned to obey without questions to his master, but he always kept to himself, from the depths of his entrails, a sneaky and very well justified distaste:
The Duke Gakupo Kamui, he might seem a feudal lord like any other one of his epoch, but he had a dark and twisted secret that made Len the crossing sign often: In the second floor of his house he was sheltering chilling group of women, which the Duke bewitched them somehow, forming his own harem, which Sultan or Arabic Sheikh of one the stories of One thousand one nights. There were women of all the classes and of all the ages… all using a similar outfit: a light dress tied to the neck, exposing arms and legs... and their chests, decorated with roses of different colors, for delight of the Lord. Every day and every night, Gakupo chose to which he pleased, taking one, two… or four and even more women as he liked and he pleased, and when finished to have fun all he wanted, he leave her for another to start again… This continued until then, with every week appearing another innocent woman to fall down in Gakupo's claws, whereas in the village the people were wondering with absolute desperation where were them. Nobody suspected of him, certainly, because he shrewdly made sightseeing the people as a fair and pleasant overlord, charismatic and generous. How farce, gentlemen
Len's work as a servant included preparing the young women that the Duke wanted for that moment and bring them to him; and then, after his master is satiated, returning them to their rooms. It was a horrible and disagreeable work, but Gakupo managed to silence Len, giving him extra coins in his little monthly bag… or he began to insinuate subtle threats of dismissal… In that those Len stopped asking questions and being quiet.
…Because in reality, Len hadn't another place to go.
His parents had died of the smallpox pandemic that flogged Asmodín almost five years ago. He hardly remembered (or he didn't want to remember) that time, which you can smelled and watched the disease everywhere, and every day, five or six bodies were thrown into mass graves in the already crowded cemetery. In the same epidemic, his mother and father fell down humbled in bed, covered with dark horrible pustules, panting and raving by a deadly high fever and finally succumbing to death… He never could understand where the disease had originated and why had taken his parents, because he was just a frightened child, futilely trying to comfort Rin, his twin sister, who was crying so much as him. After a painful collective funeral, the Kagamine twins were taken to the orphanage of the village, where they lived with other children and nuns for one year. Then, news came: Len was, for saying it this way "adopted" by the Duke Kamui of Venomania, who sponsored him and gave him work as a butler in his castle, while Rin obtained by the Sister Kaito, a scholarship to the Krypton Conservatory, located in the region of Enbizaka, more than 5000 kilometers of Asmodín.
The day of the farewell, was very sad. Len was ignoring how long it lasted hugging Rin, but he didn't care because he wanted to preserve her essence always with him. Rin cried huddled on his chest, asking him to never forget her and to keep in contact. Len promised it to her with a kiss in the forehead and giving her the locket that his mother had given him before her death, that had inside a tiny photo of the twins and to the side, in relief, the words "Anima mea tua est" ( 1)
Today, four years later, Len felt the same feeling of emptiness and abandonment on the first day. He was feeling incomplete without Rin, without her beautiful smile, her solar nature, her slightly bossy but generally sweet attitude, the smell of mature oranges that she has in her hair and her happy laugh… He was waiting with anxieties for the next letter. It is because since their departure, Len and Rin were sending letters of each other, telling how they were being in their homes and making clear how much they missed each other. This morning, he had taken his departure that his master gave him once a week to go to the town, to leave in the post office the following letter:
Dear Rin:
I hope you are well.
In Asmodín the fall isn't here yet and I have to walk with a heavy cape and a scarf, because if I will look like a wax statue; I'm so jealous: Enbizaka must be much warmer than here.
How are you doing in the Krypton Conservatory? In your last letter you said that you had a great presentation of the Story of Evil. I know you had the starring role as the Daughter of Evil, Rillianne Lucifen. I'm very proud of you. I would have given an arm to come see you and hear you sing, my princess.
How long we haven't seen each other? Four years? To me they are four centuries. Four centuries without seeing your beautiful smile, hug you and laugh with you… I miss you very much, sis.
I wait with anxieties for the promise of the Duke of Venomania to leave me time free this spring to going to visit you, so much so I already have saved almost 1000 golden coins for the long trip. I cannot wait to have fun!
He loves you with all his soul,
Your brother Len.
Whenever he left the postal office, he let the same sad gesture. Always he stared at the gleaming carriages of the rich and merchants who came and went constantly through the huge wood gates of Asmodín… Oh, how he would gave in order to take one of these carriages and go to the land of merchants and artists who was Enbizaka, to enter the Conservatory, navigate between the different girls until finally finding Rin and huge her into his arms…
...
It was a windy day. Women were eating sweet delicacies for breakfast in the dining room. Gakupo had not left his room yet. Len was passing the broom around the studio-room of his master, a nice room, full of books here and there. The servant liked that room very much, and he liked to spend free time (which weren't many), reading something that calling his attention, after cleaning: Mary of France, William of Aquitaine, Dante and Petrarch, King Arthur's stories and many more… It was the way he passed the winter in the castle, because when it was spring and summer, Len loved to walk through the master´s stable, take any of the steeds (being his favorite, a strong and dashing male with brown and dark manes and a white line on the forehead and which he could best handle, baptized him as "Innovator" (2) and take a quick walk through the woods.
Len carefully marked the page of a work of Duke William IX of Aquitaine (3) that had trapped him:
About Love I cannot speak,
I do not even know it,
Because I don't have the one that I want...
It has been always the same,
Whose love I did not enjoy,
Neither joy nor rejoice...
These poems made him think of Rin, sitting on a log, singing a beautiful lullaby… What increased his nostalgia and his desire to be with her. He passed the rag of the worktable of his master, where there are a pile of papers and books. Suddenly he noticed a handwritten sheet folded, leaning on an encyclopedia… He extracted it, smoothed it and brought it over to the candle.
My dear Len,
How have you been? I also have missed you, a lot!
The conservatory is extremely boring. Only there are rules, rules and more rules. I miss those days when we used to play jokes to Mom and Dad dressing up in the same way to provoke them headaches… Here, I cannot even slide down the banisters without any of the governesses scold me.
But it already doesn't matters. You know why? I'm on vacation! I will use this Christmas to come to see you in that castle where you work; I already dying to see how big it is and see where we can have fun! I'm dying so madly to see you, my brother!
Loves you with all her heart,
Rin Kagamine.
Len was surprised. Although he was very happy to have a letter from his twin sister, there was something that was not fitting: "I will use this Christmas to come to see you..." When Rin sent this letter? He checked the top of the letter and froze: The letter was written two weeks before! If his calculations were correct, (and he couldn't be wrong, because he was good at math), considering that the Conservatoire was to 10 days of Asmodín in a fast carriage, Rin… She should have come since yesterday!
― Rin! ―Len exclaimed, dying in joy―, Rin is here!
Len ran for all the corridors of the castle, opening the doors of each room, only finding the other lovers of the Duke, but no trace of Rin. He threw a glimpse to the gardens and there was no sign of her. He waited in front of main entrance door for several hours… and nothing. After several hours, Len began to feel dejected and discouraged. Perhaps he had been wrong of date, he thought himself said while was having a little rest in the small bed of his room, without stopping thinking about his twin sister, but then...
―Len! ―It was his master's voice, from inside his room―, come here! I need a cup of tea!
"The master calls me" Len thought, getting up from his bed. He went to the kitchen and poured and served a tray with cups of tea and a pitcher of milk.
He climbed the stairs again, but when he was almost reaching the half of them, suddenly he stopped, thinking of the letter of Rin, with an absent-minded expression. Now, if that letter was written to Len… Why he found that between the Duke's documents in his office…? And also, why the Duke hasn't left his room yet since last night…? He felt a horrible feeling, impossible to explain. A shiver went through his back, as if a frozen blizzard had hit him. He ran quickly to the threshold of a carved mahogany door that was closed. With his heart pounding and almost stopped breathing, Len opened the door.
It was a huge room with large windows covered by heavy mauve curtains. The room was almost dark, except for a few yellow candles of church that were stationed on the night table and elsewhere. In the center was a tremendously huge bed, with transparent canopies on the roof in a medieval style, completely cast aside, revealing the inside. On the bed were…
The tea tray fell to the ground, breaking into pieces the cups and the pitcher, spilling the liquid for the whole carpet.
His sister Rin, a frail and thin girl, almost identical to Len, with blond hair and big blue eyes, was lying face down on the bed, completely naked and bathed in sweat, panting heavily, with her eyes closed. Her blond hair fell disorderly on one side of her face, almost covering her, while a long-fingered hand with purple nails stroked her indolently: Gakupo.
Len remained fixed in his position; completely stiff, unable to believe what he was seeing His… his beloved little sister, who he swore to protect her from everything and everyone, even with his life, in front of the deathbed of her parents… She had turned into another acquisition of the collection of the Duke... And that was proved with the blood in the white and in messy sheets, revealing her former condition of virgin... Now raptured.
―Rin... ― Len whispered, in the edge of absolute desperation―. Rin, no... No...
―Useless servant! You ruined my Axminster carpet that costs 30,000 golden coins! ―Gakupo yelled him with angry―; even you know how much that cost, brat? Not even selling you at the triple of your head you would manage to obtain enough money to buy one! Well…―He ran his hand over his face and changed his expression of anger at a cruel smile, seeing the desolate face of the blond boy―. I present to you your sister, Len. I had the pleasant lucky to read her last letter… I think it was… hum… eight hours ago, yes, she came to see you, and… well, a beautiful preciousness wagered on my door should not be wasted, you know…? Now retire, because you ruined my afternoon snack… Now, shall we continue, my Rinny…?
―Yes, master… ― Rin muttered a choked voice, looking to Len placidly, but he didn't recognize her at all. Her voice and her eyes weren't the same: She had fallen victim to the Duke's spell―Take me… Take me…
Everything happened in slow motion. Len ran out of that room, tears flooding of his cheeks and falling to the ground in his terrifying escape… He entered his room, slamming the door behind him, shaking from his head to his toe. Even from there, he could hear the muffled moans of Rin and the unpleasant gasps of Gakupo, putting his filthy hands on the delicate skin of her twin, profaning her, staining her, vulgarizing her: She has become in another of the living puppets of the Duke of Venomania, serving at his absolute disposal and evil pleasure…
He walked to the old stained and full-length mirror that was close to the cupboard. He saw his reflection: A fourteen-year-old thin and weak boy, with pale skin, blue sapphire eyes and long blond hair, gathered in a ponytail with a ribbon. He was using a typical costume servant, a white shirt, vest and dark trousers and a yellow tie, all stained of dust and grease. His other oneiric one gave him back the same expression that he had: a mixture of horror, astonishment, fear, anger, rage, pain… and jealousy.
He closed her eyes for a moment, trying to control the stony breathing and his violent heart beatings. When he opened them again, his twin sister was on the other side of the mirror, with the medallion around her neck, smiling at him. Len gently smiled her back… He pose his trembling fingertips on the cold surface of the mirror, at the height of her white and fragile cheek, almost feeling her really... his half smile was transformed in a grimace of commotion when suddenly Gakupo appeared, hugging Rin from behind and licking her neck. The girl closed her eyes and sighed loudly, throwing his head back...
―NOOOOOOO! ―Len squeaked violently with heartbreaking voice, hitting the mirror surface with their fists, making it crumbling and falling apart on the ground, disappearing that horrible image, with broken fragments flying in all directions. Len fell down at the shattered mirror, prey to spams, trembling violently, clenching his hands were bleeding copiously and deep, choking with sobs and tears…
―Rin... Rin... Rin... ―Len said her name over and over again, in disbelief. ―Why...? Why, God, Holy Mother, why...?
Len sobbed without rest or comfort, curled up like a small child, vowing see in each one of the broken fragments and blood-spattered of mirror around him, the infernal face reflected of his master, laughing at him.
To be continued.
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Author's Note:
(1) "My soul for yours" in Latin.
(2) Innovator is the name of the steed that Len has in the song-parody of "The Daughter of Evil", "The Prince of Evil", being like the horse Josephine of Rin [Link: www . / watch? v = -3V_yr5q68g]
(3) William IX of Aquitaine is the oldest French poet who wrote in romance vulgar during the X century. The poem can be found as well in the first volume of the book The Cursed Kings: The Iron King.