The Lady Killer
Chapter 1: Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own any esca thing's in here. only the parnassus's and artemis are the ones i own. so back off. the esca ppl are owned to bandai and sunrise and i will not stand in their way of esca-ownership!
A/N: konichewa, minna-san! here's another fic by me. hope it goes places! anyway, it's a dilly romance and this is just all about Artemis Parnassus, the person he would love. it takes place before the zaibach empire turns to crap and u have to imagine Ispanian's as the Hispanics of our world. Not the robotic thingy's from the series. I noe this is kinda OOC, but my characters, my idea, my story! well, carry on...
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Artemisia looked from her balcony at the vast emporium, filled with customers, trying to barter and buy items off each other. Carriages carrying pompous aristocrats wove through the crowds as male nobles walked amongst the subliminal crowds, trying to gain attention.
Under the intense heat of the sun, the women wore light blouses with short sleeves and Artemisia noticed they all were of slightly tinted whites and pinks. The men wore loose fitting pants with tunics or short sleeved shirts. The crowds moved slowly from the morass of heat and in everyone's mind, they prayed for a breeze.
Today was going to be a long day as Artemisia guessed and she wasn't anticipating any of it. With the heat of the sun baking her olive skin and producing perspiration, she loathed every hour of the day. She withdrew from the balcony and back into her bedroom to change.
Blouses, skirts and pants, all of soft fabric were thrown around her bedroom. Artemisia was deciding what to wear to go for her family's outings, which occurred every Sunday afternoon, meaning today. She loved these outings, as it gave her some sort of freedom and she was able to be herself, except she was never allowed to reveal her true identity and name: Lady Artemis Parnassus.
Artemisia finally chose a suitable outfit; a light cerulean blouse with a white skirt with no layers. She wore an ivory coloured band to cover her tattoo on the inner part of her upper arm: a sparrow with a blue eye, the sign of Parnassus. Artemisia came from a long line of Ispanian assassins, with only one objection; to live and let die. Unlike her father, brother and her late sister were all very skilled in the art of murder, she was emotional and after each of her kills, she would be in psychological turmoil and her family hated her for that weakness.
The Parnassus's were a family of noble operations. Dating back to the birth of Ispano, the first Parnassus's were Generals of the Zaibach army when they established an army and always fought well and never let any of their enemies live. Until one of the Parnassus's decided to marry a Fanelian mistress and when they bore a child, did the Parnassus' blood become tainted. One person of every other generation would effect emotionally after each kill.
With their honourable and noble background, behind all the bloodshed, the Parnassus family were very wealthy. They were notorious for their assassinations of people and always used a pseudonym by Cervantes to keep their identities safe. To the people of Gaia, Artemisia's family was just another aristocratic family they knew nothing about. Since she turned fifteen, last month, Artemis adopted the name Lady before her first name. It was under the Ispanian tradition that such noble families such as her own adopt the name Lady for the females when they turned fifteen and Lord for the males when they turned fifteen. With the families experience in fighting and homicide they always aided the Armed Guards of Zaibach and Ispano, which were both allies.
To her mother's disdain, Artemisia reacted emotionally to her killings, yet she always managed to recover and carry them out with expertise. Her mother always told her she hunted and killed her victims with honour and that she should be proud. To Artemisia, she never perceived it as hunting, it was primarily because of her physical appearance.
Artemisia had shoulder length wavy hair with the colours of raven feathers and natural rouge highlights and fair olive skin, like many of the northern Ispanians. Inherited from her mother, Artemisia had long, thin legs and a small, slender figure. Her hands were long and delicate with perfect fingernails and of a fair complexion. Artemisia had a perfect oval face with light olive skin. Artemis had a straight and slim nose, intriguing amethyst orbs, full lips, an average chin and eyebrows with perfect arches. She had a fair olive complexion that was satin smooth to the touch with a small chest which she always maintained. Artemisia's mother and the few friends she had always told her she was beautiful. She believed she lured her victims to their death and hated her beauty because of that. If only she didn't have to...
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As Artemisia left her home with her family, she looked at the crowded streets and sighed. The heat was intense and Artemis regretted wearing a skirt. Like many of the nobles of Ispano, she was allowed to wear pants yet she had to stay within Ispano if she wore them.
Her family was beginning to weave further in the crowd as she block the sunlight with her hand. Artemisia couldn't really get a clear view of them and used her sense of her surroundings to guide her through the marketplace. As she walked around the emporium, in search of her family, she stopped to look at flowers. Thinking about her deceased sister Evangelina, she decided she would buy some flowers for her grave at the cemetery. I could always meet my family back at the house, Artemisia thought. She picked gorgeous white carnations and roses, her favourite flowers and purchased them. Her sister never had a favourite as she wasn't very emotional yet her body was found with her holding a white carnation. Artemisia chose a rose for remembrance, as that was what it symbolized.
As the sun waned in sunlight, Artemisia could see clearly now and looked for her family. She walked off to the right of the walkway and tried to avoid people with large parcels. As some males stared at her, she just put a questioned look on her face and squinted her nose to make her look foolish. This didn't seem to work as they bowed down to where she was and everyone else in the bazaar did the same. Artemisia looked confused and kept on walking.
Cold hands roughly grabbed her arm from behind. "Do you consider me inferior, Lady?" asked a baritone voice she didn't recognize.
Artemisia turned around and found herself staring into diabolical garnet eyes. She didn't recognize him and offended, she slapped him! "Yes, with manners like that!"
Huge mistake. He was seething. Artemisia tried to look at him with innocence, yet he was too overwhelmed with fervent anger to notice. "No one ever treats Lord Dilandau-sama that way!"
Dilandau! She remembered as she dropped the rose. Lord Dilandau Albatou, or Dilandau-sama, as he preferred was the leader of the dragonslayers and was known for torturing people who disobeyed him and she knew he was at no mercy to her. He obviously didn't know who she was, as she never attended meetings with the Zaibach Generals.
"Dalet, Chesta, take her to the Vione, we'll teach her how to obey!" The two young men who apparently were Dalet and Chesta looked about her age and grabbed her as Dilandau instructed.
Artemis pulled herself out of their grasp and stomped up to Dilandau. "Perhaps you don't recognize me, Dilandau, I am the daughter of Migu--" she was cut short as Dilandau pushed Dalet and Chesta to the ground and put his arm over her collarbones and pulled her down.
"I frankly don't give a damn who you are! No one, not even my superiors, ever treat me that way!" He let her go and as she regained her balance and as she did, he slapped her on the right cheek. Hard. Artemisia took the pain in, as she had a good threshold, even though her right cheek was throbbing.
"Why, did you use them as a human shield to protect you, coward?" Artemisia needed a chance to get back at him. She knew that the one thing the people of the Zaibach Empire hated was cowardice and dishonour.
Artemisia had made a spectacle of herself and knew her family wasn't around as they would try to reason with Dilandau. Like that would work! This had made him really angry, even angrier than he was when she slapped him.
"One more word out of that mouth of yours and you'll answer to the dungeon!" Dilandau was almost spitting into her face. He threw her on the ground and motioned for Gatti and Dalet to pick her up. They did as was told and dropped her after a few steps. Dilandau slapped them at their incompetence and picked Artemisia up himself, who was light in his arms, heading towards the famed Vione, one of Zaibach's floating fortresses.
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A/N: yeah, i know the whole thing was a little weird. but i had to get them together sumhow! about her family abandoning her, they kinda didn't mean to, they just thought she was with them. just pretend they've just noticed she was gone. this is just my first attempt at a dilly romance, so sorry if there are sum errors! I'm also going to change the title. it's either burn it black or sumthing that symbolizes luv. wut should it be? newayz, until next time, ja ne!
La Femme Voxxe
2002-2004
Chapter 1: Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own any esca thing's in here. only the parnassus's and artemis are the ones i own. so back off. the esca ppl are owned to bandai and sunrise and i will not stand in their way of esca-ownership!
A/N: konichewa, minna-san! here's another fic by me. hope it goes places! anyway, it's a dilly romance and this is just all about Artemis Parnassus, the person he would love. it takes place before the zaibach empire turns to crap and u have to imagine Ispanian's as the Hispanics of our world. Not the robotic thingy's from the series. I noe this is kinda OOC, but my characters, my idea, my story! well, carry on...
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Artemisia looked from her balcony at the vast emporium, filled with customers, trying to barter and buy items off each other. Carriages carrying pompous aristocrats wove through the crowds as male nobles walked amongst the subliminal crowds, trying to gain attention.
Under the intense heat of the sun, the women wore light blouses with short sleeves and Artemisia noticed they all were of slightly tinted whites and pinks. The men wore loose fitting pants with tunics or short sleeved shirts. The crowds moved slowly from the morass of heat and in everyone's mind, they prayed for a breeze.
Today was going to be a long day as Artemisia guessed and she wasn't anticipating any of it. With the heat of the sun baking her olive skin and producing perspiration, she loathed every hour of the day. She withdrew from the balcony and back into her bedroom to change.
Blouses, skirts and pants, all of soft fabric were thrown around her bedroom. Artemisia was deciding what to wear to go for her family's outings, which occurred every Sunday afternoon, meaning today. She loved these outings, as it gave her some sort of freedom and she was able to be herself, except she was never allowed to reveal her true identity and name: Lady Artemis Parnassus.
Artemisia finally chose a suitable outfit; a light cerulean blouse with a white skirt with no layers. She wore an ivory coloured band to cover her tattoo on the inner part of her upper arm: a sparrow with a blue eye, the sign of Parnassus. Artemisia came from a long line of Ispanian assassins, with only one objection; to live and let die. Unlike her father, brother and her late sister were all very skilled in the art of murder, she was emotional and after each of her kills, she would be in psychological turmoil and her family hated her for that weakness.
The Parnassus's were a family of noble operations. Dating back to the birth of Ispano, the first Parnassus's were Generals of the Zaibach army when they established an army and always fought well and never let any of their enemies live. Until one of the Parnassus's decided to marry a Fanelian mistress and when they bore a child, did the Parnassus' blood become tainted. One person of every other generation would effect emotionally after each kill.
With their honourable and noble background, behind all the bloodshed, the Parnassus family were very wealthy. They were notorious for their assassinations of people and always used a pseudonym by Cervantes to keep their identities safe. To the people of Gaia, Artemisia's family was just another aristocratic family they knew nothing about. Since she turned fifteen, last month, Artemis adopted the name Lady before her first name. It was under the Ispanian tradition that such noble families such as her own adopt the name Lady for the females when they turned fifteen and Lord for the males when they turned fifteen. With the families experience in fighting and homicide they always aided the Armed Guards of Zaibach and Ispano, which were both allies.
To her mother's disdain, Artemisia reacted emotionally to her killings, yet she always managed to recover and carry them out with expertise. Her mother always told her she hunted and killed her victims with honour and that she should be proud. To Artemisia, she never perceived it as hunting, it was primarily because of her physical appearance.
Artemisia had shoulder length wavy hair with the colours of raven feathers and natural rouge highlights and fair olive skin, like many of the northern Ispanians. Inherited from her mother, Artemisia had long, thin legs and a small, slender figure. Her hands were long and delicate with perfect fingernails and of a fair complexion. Artemisia had a perfect oval face with light olive skin. Artemis had a straight and slim nose, intriguing amethyst orbs, full lips, an average chin and eyebrows with perfect arches. She had a fair olive complexion that was satin smooth to the touch with a small chest which she always maintained. Artemisia's mother and the few friends she had always told her she was beautiful. She believed she lured her victims to their death and hated her beauty because of that. If only she didn't have to...
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As Artemisia left her home with her family, she looked at the crowded streets and sighed. The heat was intense and Artemis regretted wearing a skirt. Like many of the nobles of Ispano, she was allowed to wear pants yet she had to stay within Ispano if she wore them.
Her family was beginning to weave further in the crowd as she block the sunlight with her hand. Artemisia couldn't really get a clear view of them and used her sense of her surroundings to guide her through the marketplace. As she walked around the emporium, in search of her family, she stopped to look at flowers. Thinking about her deceased sister Evangelina, she decided she would buy some flowers for her grave at the cemetery. I could always meet my family back at the house, Artemisia thought. She picked gorgeous white carnations and roses, her favourite flowers and purchased them. Her sister never had a favourite as she wasn't very emotional yet her body was found with her holding a white carnation. Artemisia chose a rose for remembrance, as that was what it symbolized.
As the sun waned in sunlight, Artemisia could see clearly now and looked for her family. She walked off to the right of the walkway and tried to avoid people with large parcels. As some males stared at her, she just put a questioned look on her face and squinted her nose to make her look foolish. This didn't seem to work as they bowed down to where she was and everyone else in the bazaar did the same. Artemisia looked confused and kept on walking.
Cold hands roughly grabbed her arm from behind. "Do you consider me inferior, Lady?" asked a baritone voice she didn't recognize.
Artemisia turned around and found herself staring into diabolical garnet eyes. She didn't recognize him and offended, she slapped him! "Yes, with manners like that!"
Huge mistake. He was seething. Artemisia tried to look at him with innocence, yet he was too overwhelmed with fervent anger to notice. "No one ever treats Lord Dilandau-sama that way!"
Dilandau! She remembered as she dropped the rose. Lord Dilandau Albatou, or Dilandau-sama, as he preferred was the leader of the dragonslayers and was known for torturing people who disobeyed him and she knew he was at no mercy to her. He obviously didn't know who she was, as she never attended meetings with the Zaibach Generals.
"Dalet, Chesta, take her to the Vione, we'll teach her how to obey!" The two young men who apparently were Dalet and Chesta looked about her age and grabbed her as Dilandau instructed.
Artemis pulled herself out of their grasp and stomped up to Dilandau. "Perhaps you don't recognize me, Dilandau, I am the daughter of Migu--" she was cut short as Dilandau pushed Dalet and Chesta to the ground and put his arm over her collarbones and pulled her down.
"I frankly don't give a damn who you are! No one, not even my superiors, ever treat me that way!" He let her go and as she regained her balance and as she did, he slapped her on the right cheek. Hard. Artemisia took the pain in, as she had a good threshold, even though her right cheek was throbbing.
"Why, did you use them as a human shield to protect you, coward?" Artemisia needed a chance to get back at him. She knew that the one thing the people of the Zaibach Empire hated was cowardice and dishonour.
Artemisia had made a spectacle of herself and knew her family wasn't around as they would try to reason with Dilandau. Like that would work! This had made him really angry, even angrier than he was when she slapped him.
"One more word out of that mouth of yours and you'll answer to the dungeon!" Dilandau was almost spitting into her face. He threw her on the ground and motioned for Gatti and Dalet to pick her up. They did as was told and dropped her after a few steps. Dilandau slapped them at their incompetence and picked Artemisia up himself, who was light in his arms, heading towards the famed Vione, one of Zaibach's floating fortresses.
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A/N: yeah, i know the whole thing was a little weird. but i had to get them together sumhow! about her family abandoning her, they kinda didn't mean to, they just thought she was with them. just pretend they've just noticed she was gone. this is just my first attempt at a dilly romance, so sorry if there are sum errors! I'm also going to change the title. it's either burn it black or sumthing that symbolizes luv. wut should it be? newayz, until next time, ja ne!
La Femme Voxxe
2002-2004