Disclaimer: The characters in this ficlet does not belong to me.
Author's Notes: Dedicated to evil rociel.
The hallways were dark and the servants had turned in early. The place was void of people save for the study where Albert pored over maps, adding notes to an already half-filled scroll he had besides the many maps that he had scrutinized. The wine-haired man was determined to finish up what he started earlier in the day before turning in to bed.
Albert was annoyed that his time was taken up by silly, childish declaration of love from the ladies, be it in the form of letters, chocolates or even flowers; it did not improve his mood to see the maids giggling and whispering amongst one another only to blush deeply as his eyes fell on them. He had no time to waste on entertaining their feminine wiles.
Thank goodness that Valentine's Day only arrived once a year, otherwise, Albert would consider barricading himself inside the library until the day is over. Unbeknownst to his person, a certain dark clad demon did not miss the unusual going-on that went underfoot.
Deciding on pure whimsy, the tiger-eyed man went out to look for a suitable present for the one who had summoned him. It was the least he could do to 'thank' the strategist for including him in this little 'excursion'.
It did not take him long to figure out the perfect present for the stoic strategist. Why… the victim just walked right past him, not noticing the demon that lurked among the shadows. With a quick flick of his blade, the poor soul's head rolled onto the cold ground, splashes of crimson liquid decorating the grey stone floor.
Taking what he wanted, Yuber merged once again with the shadows, disappearing to the study where he knew the wine-haired tactician was. Albert looked up at the dark-clad man that teleported in with a raised eyebrow. It did not surprise the strategist when drops of scarlet trickled onto the marble floor of the grand room, marring it. Only when night fall came that the other was allowed to indulge in his 'hobby' as distasteful as it was to the learned man.
Before any statements were exchanged between the two men, the tiger-eyed demon took several quick steps towards the wine-haired strategist, closing the distance between them both before revealing the source of the steady drip of blood. In his left hand was a red, still pulsating heart; furiously beating as if it had not left its owner's fast cooling body.
A smile quirked at the dark-clad man's lips as he let the heart fall onto the mahogany desk before he leant forward to whisper 'Happy Valentine's Day,' placing a kiss on the wine-haired strategist's forehead. Pulling back no more than a few inches, the dark-clad man smirked, "I do hope you enjoyed your gift, Silverberg… I know I did." With that said, Yuber disappeared into the dark, leaving Albert looking after him speechlessly.